No. That’s not right. Ares could never relinquish control like that, and I highly doubt Israel would kneel at his feet and show him the respect he’s due if Ares had let him dominate. So when? Who? Was it Athena?
He winces, and I think I’ve hurt him, but then I realize that’s what he wants. Me to hurt him. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this new development.
“Push your finger against the front wall.”
I do as he says, feeling the ridge that’s sticking out just a little farther than the rest of his body. I push against it and he jerks. His cock bobs. I sweep my finger back and forth over the spot. Ares’ entire body shudders. I may not know this side of him, but I like it. I’m so used to him being in control. He comes, he fucks like the devil, and it’s obvious he enjoys it, but he never seems to give himself over completely to the pursuit of pleasure. He never gives all of himself to me. Up until now, I thought it was impossible.
I grip his cock and stroke, but his free hand tilts my face up to him. When I meet his gaze, usually so dark, so full of rage and power, it’s soft. “Not yet, Pet. Keep massaging. I’ll tell you when to stroke.”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is thick with wonder, with yearning. I squirm, but this isn’t about me. I want to make my Sir proud. I want to make him happy and give him pleasure like he’s never known. I want to lead him through the darkness, that pure blackness in his heart and into the light, because to submit doesn’t only mean to follow.
I stroke him, each sweep of my finger pushing deeper, pressing harder.
“Oh, fuck.” He hisses through clenched teeth. “Now, little one, take me in your mouth and swallow all your Sir’s cum.”
Fueled by his passion, I open and suck hard. Thick jets of semen fill my mouth.He pushes forward, thrusts right to the back of my throat. It’s too rough, too much. I choke on it, remember my breathing too late, but it doesn’t matter. His orgasm draws to an end, and as he pulls out of my mouth, he rubs his free hand over his eyes, tilts his head back, and laughs. It’s the kind of laugh that escapes you when your body has no idea how to deal with euphoria. His smile is genuine. It’s not bitter, or twisted with cunning and control the way it usually is. It’s real. It’s glorious, and despite how my heart hurts after these new revelations have come to light, it’s all mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ares
Ipull Pet up fromthe floor and hold her to me. Her body is hot against mine. Sweat cools on my skin, and I press my lips to the top of her head and just breathe.
“Have you done that before?”
“Yes.”
“With Israel?”
Now why would she mention him? I narrow my eyes, and pull away to see her expression. Heat colors her cheeks. “No, Pet.”
“Athena?”
I chuckle, and she interrupts.
“Please don’t tell me ‘enough questions’. I came to you willingly. I knew I’d never be free of you again. I gave up everything for you, but I need to know. If I get her back, will I still be your Pet? Or will you discard me the way you did Israel?”