His finger trails lower, dipping into my sex. I don’t want him to touch me there, but it feels so good. I rock my hips in time with his exploring fingers. He laughs, and shame floods my face. “You really are a spoiled brat, aren’t you?”
I shout and attempt to shake my head, and move away from his ministrations, but I can’t.
“Shh. I’m going to make you come, and you’re going to remember this small mercy, and eventually, you’re going to let me fuck you. Not because Ares commands it, but because you want it.” He glides his finger over my clit, fast. Too fast. It causes my legs to shake. He pulls away, and his thumb enters my pussy, plunging deep. With his free hand, he slides his thumb and forefinger around the hood of my clit and pinches, repeatedly jerking the sensitive flesh.
My whole body tremors, and I cry out behind my gag. Fresh tears spring from my eyes and roll off my cheeks and jaw.
Everything is electric, light and pain, as my muscles spasm and cramp with their awkward position. Pleasure is swift but fleeting. It’s gone too soon, and when he eases his fingers from my body and bends to lick along the slick line of my sex, I buck against my restraints.
“Mmm. Still tastes just as sweet as the last time, Pet.” He bends over me, his pressure on my back, forcing me to feel caged between him and the chair I’m strapped to. His erection presses against the soft flesh of my ass, grinding the hook deeper inside. I sob against my gag and whimper, wishing he’d leave or take mercy on me and make me come again. Wishing my Master didn’t love to punish me so with a man I despise, and one he seems to love so much.
“I can’t wait until he lets me fuck you. Can you imagine it, Pet? Me in your ass while our Sir takes your pussy? I can. I’ve thought about it often since your stay at The Ranch. Afterward, I’d lick the taste of you off his cock, I’d savor every drop, but more than that, I’d savor the look on your face when he comes in my mouth and forces you to watch.” His satisfied laughter fills the room. “I know you don’t like me, but you’ll learn to. I promise.”
His weight shifts off me, and I can breathe again. I hate Ares for leaving me here like this, for letting Israel toy with me, for bringing me here in the first place. And I hate Israel for making me love his touches, his weight on my back, and the promise of all the dirty things he wants to do to me, because despite how I loathe him, I want to let him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Ares
Israel closes the doorand leans his forehead against it.
“Did you have fun?” I seethe.
“Did you?” He doesn’t face me, but I see the hint of a smile on his lips from my position against the wall. “I assume you watched.”
“I did.”
“And did you enjoy it, Sir? Seeing me make your little whore come?”
I swallow the distance between us and grab him by the throat. I shove him back against the door, and he lets out an audible oomph, but his smug grin remains firmly in place. “You weren’t supposed to make her come, and you tasted her.”
“Wasn’t I? I don’t recall you saying that, Sir.”
“Don’t get fucking cute with me, Achilles. I can smell her cunt on your breath.”
“Why don’t you kiss me, and you can taste her too?”