He takes a bottle of lubricant from off the counter and squirts it over the ball, coating the steel in the glistening substance, all in my line of view. This is how he likes to torment me—with the promise of both pleasure and pain. A warm finger runs along the seam of my sex, quickly dipping inside my vagina before the cool metal teases the flesh of my ass. I clench my cheeks as tightly as I can when I’m spread and bound the way I am. A sticky hand comes down on my rump, and I gasp.
“Relax and breathe. I won’t hesitate to shove it inside any way I can, but this way will certainly be more pleasurable for you.”
A shudder runs through me, and I exhale slowly and let the tension shift from my body.
“Good.” He pushes against my tight ring of muscle, and all at once the resistance is gone. The hook slips inside, and I moan. He gives it a little tug. My pussy clenches. He grabs my hair and pulls it so my neck is thrown back at an unnatural angle. With a little maneuvering, the collar is tied to the loop of the hook. I can move, but only just. My whole body is bound, my ass in the air, and my face tilted up to him.
Ares moves to an armoire a few feet from the bench and opens the top drawer. He pulls out a ball gag with the ball missing. In its place is a thick black dildo. I shake my head, but the collar binds me in place.
“No, Sir, please?”
“You know why you’re here, Pet.”
“Please,” I sob as tears well in my eyes.
“We’ll discuss your reservations about Israel later. For now, you need to be punished for disrespecting your Sir.”
I cry softly, begging him to forgive me, to release me.
“If you’re going to act like a mouthy little brat, I’ll stuff you so full you won’t be able to disrespect me. Open wide.”
I try to keep my mouth closed, but I can do nothing tied down like this. Fighting him will lead to even more punishment, and I’ve already been bad enough. I open for him, and he strokes my cheek. “Good girl.”
He shoves the dildo inside my mouth and buckles the straps at the back of my head. It doesn’t quite reach the end of my throat, so I don’t gag and choke on it the way I would his cock. It’s not comfortable though. I can’t swallow. I suck air in through my nose and attempt to calm my flighty heart.
Ares grabs my face in his hands and tilts my head as far as it will go. The dildo pushes in deeper, the hook in my ass shifts, and I moan. Ares adjusts the rope connecting the hook to my collar, and I’m forced into this position permanently. My shoulders burn, my neck and spine ache, and my pussy is begging for him to fuck me. To my mortification, I’m soaking wet, something my Sir doesn’t miss because his fingers delve inside, and he fucks me roughly with them until my body trembles with the first promise of orgasm.
My Sir is not that forgiving. He walks away to the other side of the room. A beat later, Ares makes his way to me, wielding two floggers from the wall. He moves his wrists in a figure-eight motion. There’s no real force behind it, but the smooth leather stings as he strikes my skin over and over, first at my upper back and shoulders and then my sides. Finally, he takes the weapons to my ass, pussy, and thighs. He concentrates most of his attention on my clit, and I breathe in sharp pants as drool runs from around the gag and tears stream from my face. “I want you to remember this the next time you think about disrespecting me, Pet. Remember this feeling of being worked up and worked over, and unable to come for hours.”
I murmur around the gag.
“You will be able to move in tiny increments. The anal hook in your ass will shift if you manage to move your upper body. You’ll be able to fuck yourself. Not well. Not anywhere near enough to ensure you get off, but if by chance you do manage to, you are not permitted to come. And I will know if you come, Pet. So, take your punishment like a good girl, and you might still be allowed in my bed tonight and not end up in that cage over there.”
Hot tears spill down my face as he leans over me from behind. His sure fingers glide back and forth over my labia, sending a shudder through me.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to visit with my little Achilles.”
No!I scream against my gag, but it’s unintelligible. He leaves the room, shutting the door quietly behind him, and I fall apart.
I work against the hook, straining my body, loving the slide of the ball inside me, but it’s not enough. I’m spent, angry, frustrated, and sad. I can’t stop thinking about him and Israel. Is he fucking the younger slave right now? Is my Sir holding the boy in his arms and telling him how much he missed him? Will he cast me aside now his fuck toy is here? How long will I be forced to stay in this room? Will Ares make me sleep in the cage tonight while Israel lies with my Sir in our bed?
I hate him. I hate them both. It’s just as well I’m tied up, because if I weren’t, I might actually live up to the bad girl label my Sir is so quick to slap me with.
***
Ican’t get comfortable. My whole body burns from the awkward pose, and when the door clicks open behind me, I gasp in relief because I’m so grateful my Sir is returning to free me. Only, when I strain my neck and the man comes into view, I shriek.
Israel stands naked beside me. “Sir asked me to come check on you.”
He’s not your Sir. He’s mine. I mumble around the gag, but I may as well not have said anything at all.
“I know you don’t like me.” He trails soft fingertips over my spine. I flinch and try to move away, but I’m not going anywhere. Ares’ binds make sure of it. “I know you think I hate you too, but it’s not true.”
He slides his hand down my ass cheek and pinches. I jerk against my restraints. “I’ll admit, I’m jealous of you. But I admire you.”
His hand carves a path across my ass to the hook. He tugs it gently. The ball inside me bottoms out, and my pussy tightens, begging for more. I moan.
“I admire your bravery. I admire the fact that you came back to him willingly when you had your freedom, and I admire this pussy of yours because it’s been the only one I’ve wanted to fuck since I was a boy.”