“Yes, Sir.” Israel hurries across the room and returns with the Magic Wand. He hands it to Ares, who trails kisses along the soles of my feet and down my ankles. He sinks his teeth in my flesh, deep. I cry out, but he releases me with a wink.
“Israel, eat my Pet’s asshole while I make her come.”
“No, no, no, please, Sir,” I beg, but it’s clear my protests fall on deaf ears.
“It will be my pleasure, Sir.”
“Of course it fucking will. It’s a beautiful asshole.” Ares shoves the younger slave to his knees. “Now get down there and eat it like you’re a starving man.”
Israel leans forward, and his tongue glides all the way from my clit to my ass.
I shriek and squirm, but I’m going exactly nowhere.
“I didn’t say you could eat her pussy. That belongs to me,” Ares snaps.
“Sorry, Sir.”
“No, you’re not, you filthy fucking whore.” Ares grabs the back of Israel’s head and shoves him forward. “Be sure to get right on in there. She loves a little tongue.”
A beat later, Israel’s tongue is on me, and an involuntary moan escapes my throat.
“Told you she loved it,” Ares says, turning on the wand. Its loud vibrations fill the room. He moves to my head, spreads his legs either side of me, and leans forward, pressing the wand to my nipples. I cry out. “That’s because you’re my needy little slut, aren’t you, Pet?”
“Yes . . . yes, Sir.”
He crouches and angles his hips down so his hard cock bobs before me. I dart my tongue out and lick the tight seam of his balls. “Do you like having Israel tongue your hole?”
“Yes.”
He slaps my cheek with his cock. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He slides the vibrator down my abdomen to my pussy. My whole body jerks. I scream, because it’s too much. It’s always too fucking much, and he knows it. He loves to torture me with that fucking wand.
“Oh, fuck! Please, Sir, please may I come, please?”
“No. Not yet.”
“Please? Please?” I sob. Israel thrusts his tongue inside me. The vibrator makes everything worse, or better, depending on your definition. It’s both bitter and sweet, pain and pleasure. “Please, Sir.”
“Come, my little slut. Ride Achilles’ tongue with your hot little ass and come.” Ares grinds the head of the Hitachi against my clit, and I come so hard I see stars. The orgasm goes on for what feels like an eternity, and it’s hard to know if it’s just one long continuous contraction or multiple.
Israel keeps piercing me with his wicked tongue until Ares removes the vibrator. I’m a sweating, gasping mess, but it’s obvious my Sir isn’t done yet. He unfastens the ropes binding my legs, along with my arms and hair. They don’t stay free for long, because he jerks me upright and binds them in front at my wrists. My Master leads me to the bench in the middle of the room. The one he strapped me to when Israel first showed up and I disrespected him. Like before, I’m tied to the bench, though this time I’m face-up with my legs secured in a frog-tie position.
“We’re going to play rough with you, little one.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe, sounding every bit the wanton slut he accuses me of being. “I like it rough.”
“I know you do. I know your limits. I know how close to them I can push you, but remember this: Vladik won’t stop if you cry for help.” Icy dread stabs my heart. Why would he say that? Why bring up Vladik now? Is he trying to scare me? I don’t say anything in response. I can’t. “Israel, choose a flogger from the wall.”
Israel comes back with a black flogger with . . .
“Holy shit, is that barbed wire?”
“Fucking sadist.” Ares chuckles, pulling a chair from the corner of the room. He places it in front of me and sits. He’s right between my thighs, and he strokes them, gently massaging my tense muscles. “It’s not real barbed wire, Pet. Only rubber, but it stings like a fucking bitch. A fact Israel knows all too well.”
The slave shrugs. “You did say we were playing rough.”