I twirl around, taking the rest of the room in. A large gold-framed floor-to-ceiling mirror is mounted to the wall at the far end. Suspended from the ceiling in front of it is a bondage sex swing. An elevated table with a cushioned leather covering and multiple restraints rests against the wall.
“Changing your mind?” he asks, coming up flush behind me. Grinding his hard-on against my back, he brushes my hair to one side so he can gain access to my neck.
“Are you kidding me?” My voice comes out all squeaky. I arch my neck and tilt my head so I can look at his face. “Put your hand inside my panties and tell me if I’ve changed my mind.”
With his arrogant smirk firmly in place, he pops the button on my jeans and lowers the zipper before sliding his large palm inside my silk panties. Two long fingers push inside me, gliding in effortlessly because I am fucking soaked.
“I knew you were kinky, but I didn’t know you were into all this,” I rasp as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. Chad and Jase like to tie me up and spank me, but this is a whole other ball game.
“I needed to know you were all in.”
It’s the first time he’s alluded to it, and I know now I wasn’t the only one hoping we would get to this point. My pussy pouts when he removes his fingers. “I’m all in,” I blurt in case he needs to hear it verbalized.
“I know.” He spins me around. “I see it written all over your face, and I think I know this side of you better than you know yourself.” Wrapping my hair around his fist, he tugs my head back. “Do you trust me with your pleasure and your safety?”
“Completely,” I say without hesitation.
“Good.” He leans in and bites my neck.
So much for no markings. Jase really should have known better than to throw down the gauntlet. My guess is Ares is going to go to town on my body, stamping his mark all over me in as many places as possible.
I hope the woman Bree has hired to do my makeup tomorrow brings some heavy-duty coverage because I think I’ll need it.
“I’m not formally trained, and I don’t give a shit about it,” he explains, grabbing the front of my blouse and ripping it open with his hands. “I know what I like and what you’ll like.”
“I trust you.”
“Good little slut.” He rips my bra off with his bare hands too, feasting his eyes on my breasts before he roughly grabs them. He tweaks my nipples painfully, carefully gauging my reaction as I cream my panties. “Get naked,” he demands, slapping my tits before he turns and walks away.
I yelp from the stinging pain zipping across my chest, but I do as I’m told, kicking off my ballet flats and shedding my jeans and panties until I’m standing buck-ass naked before him. “On your knees, dollface.” He stalks toward me holding a black collar with an attached silver chain in his hands. He’s naked, his clothes in a messy ball on the floor by his bed. His hard-on juts out strong and proud from his body, and the glistening metal from his piercings has me licking my lips in anticipation.
Ares has a body carved from stone. He trains religiously every day, and he has a physical job. It shows in every curve and dip of his magnificent body. The ink covering his arms and a portion of his chest and back only adds to the appeal along with the heated promise in his eyes.
“I won’t ask you again.” He pulls the chain taut between his hands, and I realize I’ve just been rooted in place, ogling him with no shame.
I lower to my knees on trembling legs. Adrenaline courses through my veins, and I’m so turned on already I could come with the barest touch. Ares moves behind me and scoops my hair up into a loose bun on the top of my head before securing the leather collar around my neck. The vein in my neck throbs, and my nipples are so hard they could cut glass. Tugging on the chain, he yanks my head back at an awkward angle until I’m halfway upside down. Then he shoves his cock in my mouth and fucks me like an animal.
“Touch your cunt,” he instructs, slamming in and out of my mouth. “But you’re not to come. I own your orgasms, and I’ll tell you when you can let go.”
Ho. Lee. Fuck.
I slide my hand down my body, touching my swollen clit and moaning around my mouthful of dick. There is no illusion I’m in charge of any of this, and I fucking love it. Ares has complete control of my mouth as he tugs on my neck and forces his cock deeper past my lips. I concentrate on stretching my mouth as wide as it will go and loosening my jaw. Tears stream out of my eyes, and saliva drips from my mouth as he fucks into me.
“Put your fingers in your pussy,” he grits out, pressing his groin to my face so his dick is all the way to the back of my throat and I’m struggling to breathe. I slide my fingers in my wet pussy, not pushing too deep because I’m at the edge of the precipice, and it won’t take much for me to fall off the ledge.
Without warning, Ares pulls out of my mouth and yanks me to my feet. He pushes me down on the middle of the bed before hooking my wrists to cuffs secured on the bedposts. An unwelcome thought enters my mind as he’s tying me up. He stops what he’s doing, studying my face and whatever expression he sees there. His slick cock is right by my face, covered in precum and my saliva, and my core aches with raw need as my head wars with my libido. Leaning down, Ares kisses me softly. “No one has been in this room, or this bed, but you.”
His words soothe me, and I force all fears from my mind.
When he has my wrists restrained, he moves down my body, pushing my knees up to my chest and applying a spreader bar to my feet. Positioning himself between my legs, he pushes my feet up higher, resting them on his broad shoulders and exposing everything to him. The lust-drunk look on his face as he stares at my most intimate parts almost makes me come undone. My pussy throbs with need, and if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’ll die.
“Look at how stunning you are.” He shoves three fingers into my pussy before pulling them out and pushing his thumb inside. “Look how wet you are.” Removing his thumb, he slides his fingers back inside my cunt the same time he thrusts his thumb into my ass.
I explode, shattering into pieces as I scream out his name, and my limbs convulse with the most intense orgasm. He works his fingers into both holes as I writhe underneath him, consumed with blissful tremors. With my legs elevated like this, the orgasm is much more extreme, and I feel it pulsing and twitching in my leg and stomach muscles as I surrender to him.
Extracting his fingers, Ares stays kneeling between the apex of my thighs, staring at me with a dark unreadable expression.
Fiery tremors zip over my skin as I stare up at him. “What?”
