Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Ella
Too Late To Love You - Ex Habit
I thought it would finally be over. Tonight, I was drugged, hunted, hit, made to kneel and beg for my family’s safety.
Isn’t it enough? Apparently not. Because as the new Aphrodites are led toward the exit, a woman comes to get me. She says her name is Carla, and that I’ve been required to stay for the rest of the night.
And that I am to be blindfolded.
“I don’t understand,” I tell her as we walk down a long hallway. She’s moving so fast I’m practically jogging to keep up with her. “Why blindfolded?”
The marble floor is cold against my feet. They still haven’t given us our shoes back.
“There’s nothing to understand,” she tells me matter-of-factly. “If the Shadow wants you blindfolded, you will be.”
“Did he…did he tell you that? Who is it?”
“Yes. I was instructed on how he wanted you. And I don’t know who it is. I was given instructions by Zeus. ”
When my eyes widen with terror, she adds. “It’s not him. He doesn’t fuck young Aphrodites.”
“So who could it be?”
She shrugs. “Usually, I wouldn’t know. On a night like this? I’m going to assume it’s the Shadow who caught you.”
My stomach drops. Reeves.
She stops in front of a door and takes out a key to unlock it. “Come on in.”
My knees almost buckle as I follow her inside.
“W-wait,” I panic. “This is— Are you sure it’s the right room?”
“All Aphrodites’ rooms are the same. Get undressed.”
Spinning on the spot, I take in the apparatus on the wall. Chris showed me a darker, delicious side of sex, but he never used any of these on me. It was more our kinky dynamic that we shared. Not…not that . Not chains. Not paddles. Not crops. Not…
“That’s a cage,” I gasp, noticing the small kennel-like enclosure on the floor next to the bed. It’s got padlocks.
I take a step back toward the door.
“Don’t worry.” Her back is to me as she opens a closet on the other side of the room. “He doesn’t want to use that.” She gets what she needs and turns to me. “Only these.”
Only a ball gag.
Only a huge dildo. This thing is never going to get inside of me.
Only restraints and a long bar. What’s that bar?
“Carla,” I hesitate and take another step back.
Turning around, she catches me slowly retreating.
“Oh no, please. Don’t do this to me. We’ll both be punished if I can’t get you ready for him. And it won’t be the fun kind. If Zeus learns about me failing an order from a Shadow, I’ll be in serious trouble. ”
My heartbeat doubles. How can they do this to us? And why the fuck did I ever come here?
“You need to get undressed,” Carla implores, her voice less assured than it was until now. “And you need to let me get you ready for him. Please.”
The fear in her eyes doesn’t help mine. But I can’t risk our safety. Especially when I know I’ll still end up on this bed, and I’ll make it worse for the both of us.
I get rid of my clothes quickly, hoping if I’m fast, it won’t traumatize me as much.
If the rest of the night could go fast. Please…please go in the blink of an eye.
“Do you need any help putting these on?”
Arms crossed over my breasts to give me a semblance of dignity, I pad over to her side of the room. She points at some of the leather binds.
“I…” Why is it always so hard to talk with a knotted throat? I hate the vulnerability it displays. “I don’t really know how any of these work.”
Nodding, she taps my shoulder. “It’s okay. I’ll help you.” She sighs. “I’ve been an Aphrodite for five years, Ella. I promise you it’s been more pleasure than anything else. But I did it willingly. You?—”
“Me too. I just…I wasn’t sure what to expect.”
Rolling her lips inwardly, she nods again. “If you say so. We’ll start with the thigh straps.” She grabs two leather straps. “Just put one leg through each loop. I’ll tighten them for you.”
With trembling hands, I do so. Pulling the first one all the way to my thigh. Her eyes catch my scars, and I lick my dry lips. “Can I…can I be on my front? So he doesn’t see them?”
She knows what I mean and smiles softly. “He didn’t specify, so we’ll put you on your front. But it’s a more vulnerable position, just so you’re aware. He might move you too.”
“I don’t care.” As long as it’s a chance Reeves doesn’t see scars that clearly look like self-harm, then I’ll do it.
She tightens each strap around my upper thighs, and I look at the cuffs dangling from them.
“Those are for your wrists. It’ll keep them tied by your sides. That way, you can’t reach your mouth.” And her eyes dart to the ball gag.
My stomach twists and the pain there also reminds me I haven’t eaten anything today. At least it means I have nothing to puke.
“We’ll do the hands last. Get on your front on the bed. Middle is best.”
I execute, and she delicately spreads my legs. “I’m going to lock the spreader-bar. It stops you from closing your legs.”
I can’t reply. I have to bite my lower lip to not let out a desperate whimper.
“You’re doing great, Ella. Everything will be okay. Do you want to put the gag on yourself?”
I shake my head. I can’t be an active participant. It hurts too much.
She does it. I struggle to open my mouth as wide as needed. It’s so much bigger than the gag I own. I haven’t even used mine since the last time Chris used it on me.
My jaw is already aching by the time she buckles it. Why such a big one? I’m choking on it.
I whimper when she puts a hand between my shoulder blades. “You’re okay. Just breathe.”
Easy to say, harder to do.
My staggered breaths make me panic some more .
“Slowly. Here you go. Well done. I’m going to cuff your wrists now.”
Tears well in my eyes, helplessness taking over.
“Please.” The word can’t even form in my throat, the ball in my mouth too big.
“They have rules,” she explains as she wraps leather around each of my wrists. “They can’t hurt anyone beyond repair. They can’t kill you.”
Is that meant to reassure me?
I test the cuffs. My hands are stuck by my thighs, and I had to adjust slightly. With my ass higher, I can’t lie completely flat anymore.
“You’re doing really well. I know the first time is scary. You’re very brave.”
I don’t think I can take her praise anymore. One of her hands is resting on my ass, and she caresses me.
“You’re already wet,” she murmurs. “You know you’re going to be okay.”
It’s only now that she points it out that I notice the dampness between my thighs and the tingling coursing through my clit.
Shame is added to fear. This is a nightmare.
“Last thing.”
It’s not just a blindfold. It’s not just a cloth that she ties behind my head.
It’s some sort of black plastic tape that doesn’t stick to my skin or my hair, but somehow sticks to itself.
“It’s bondage tape,” she explains as she wraps it around my head, covering my eyes. “It’ll save you some pain when we take it off. I’ve had duct tape in my hair, and I swear you’ll be grateful it’s not.”
She goes quiet as she keeps wrapping it over and over again. It becomes a thick band over my eyes as complete darkness engulfs me.
“He must care for you,” she admits. “He chose the softest restraint. He clearly doesn’t want to hurt you.”
As if. Reeves is the worst asshole I know. He’s going to have a great time making my life hell.
I hear the telltale of scissors cutting through plastic, and suddenly, her hands aren’t on me anymore.
A sob gets stuck in my throat, making my chest tremble against the mattress.
“All done. Take a minute to calm down, and I’ll call him in.”
I shake my head as a cry escapes me. I try to beg, but nothing intelligible comes out.
She puts a hand on my back, stroking me until my body stops trembling. As she caresses down to my ass, a delicate touch strokes my pussy, making me freeze.
“Everything will be okay. You will enjoy this. I promise you. I react the same as you do.”
She stands up. “I’m leaving now. He’ll come whenever he wants. It might not be right away, so don’t panic. It also happens that some men ask Aphrodites to get ready for them and then don’t have time to show up. If I get a message stating to release you, I’ll come back.”
I hear the door, some shuffling, and then it shuts with a resounding click.
For a few minutes, I struggle on the bed. I resist my bonds and drag my head against the pillow to attempt to remove the blindfold. I wriggle in panic because I know that he’s going to put that dildo inside me, and somehow, I end up making myself hornier.
What the hell is wrong with me ?
When I finally calm down, I’m dying to rub my thighs together, but the spreader bar stops me from doing so.
I moan, pressing my hips forward and attempting to hump against the sheets. I need stimulation. Anything.
I freeze when I hear something. I think it was a step. Maybe a few. With the loss of my sight, I’m hyper aware of sounds and the sensations on my skin. The leather is tight and warm. The plastic on my eyes is almost suffocating.
A hand touches my lower back, and I startle, a whimper escaping me. When did he come in? I didn’t hear the door. It must have been when Carla left. He walked in as she walked out…meaning he’s been watching me desperately try to feel something against my clit for long minutes.
Burning shame creeps up my face, and I can imagine the blush covering my body.
He doesn’t say anything. He simply moves his hand to my ass cheek, lower to the back of my thigh, then the other. Rubbing my skin, he massages the muscles, and every time it brings a bigger wave of need crashing over me.
I moan when he puts a hand on each of my ass cheeks and spreads them. It doesn’t touch me where I want, but the movement reverberates all the way to my clit. Then he strokes the apex of my thighs, closer and closer to my lips. He still hasn’t touched my pussy when he retreats. I feel a small shift and jerk when a wet finger traces the stretched lips of my mouth.
It’s slick with my arousal, and I know the point he’s making. I’m wet all the way to my inner thighs. He easily points out something else by spreading the spit spilling down my open mouth. My right cheek is flat against the pillow. I hate and love the way he traces his thumb all the way to the stain I must be making on the material .
Leaving my face, he focuses on my pussy again. A slight tap on my ass shows me I’ve been humping the bed aimlessly. I hadn’t even realized. My breathing picks up when he spreads my lower lips, and pleasure explodes through my body as he pushes two fingers inside me. There’s nothing stopping my desperate moan.
I feel like I’ve been gifted water after days in the desert, and some weird gratefulness courses through me. This is fucked.
His praise is silent, in the form of a hand caressing my hair. As he pushes farther inside me, I push back. I almost hear a “bad girl” when he pulls my hair, and I understand the message right away, keeping as still as I can.
First rule I learn tonight: don’t seek pleasure he’s not willing to give.
He releases my hair, stroking my head as he keeps finger-fucking me slowly. I’m whimpering behind the gag, desperate to move with him.
He keeps at the same pace, refusing to touch my clit, and doesn’t change a single thing. All I get are those two fingers fucking me. In and out. Slowly. The despair and pleasure are becoming best friends, and I freeze with shock as an orgasm rolls through my body.
I refuse to move, too scared to lose the pleasure. He drags it out languidly, and I choke on my own moans.
When his fingers retreat, I feel like a part of myself leaves with him. Probably my sanity. And when he pushes inside me again, this time with three fingers, I lose my mind completely.
The pleasure is overwhelming, and the slight pain that comes with it keeps me right on the edge of reality. I can’t lose myself in pleasure with the way he holds me back. He’s still slow, still careful not to hurt me to the point that I wouldn’t enjoy this. And I try not to move, even as my limbs threaten to tremble. Because that last thing I would want is for him to stop. Suddenly, he pulls out, slaps my pussy, a sound of wetness resonating through the room, and then he pushes back in. Then he goes again, leisurely fucking me until I’m on the edge of another orgasm.
He doesn’t let me come this time. He gives me a short pause. I feel him shifting around, and when he comes back, he sits on the bed. The mattress dips where he is, and all I want is to get closer. My mind is drunk on lust, and I need him to touch me.
As his fingers come back, I could swear he spreads me wider…like maybe there are four this time. This is getting too confusing. All I know is that the pleasure burns in me like a flame, coating my skin in sweat, making my heartbeat double. The stretch is getting delicious, and I want more.
He gives me more.
He gives me exactly what I saw earlier.
When the head of the dildo presses to my entrance, I jerk and shriek behind the gag. This is bigger than his fingers. Even if he prepared me the best he could, there’s nothing he could have done for something as thick as this.
He pushes in slowly. Despite my wetness, I think he lubed it up, and I’m thankful for that when he retreats and pushes a little farther.
I don’t think I can do this. I can’t.
I shake my head, the pain overcoming the pleasure.
All it takes is his hand on my head, his thumb caressing my temple, and for him to pull out and back in. This time, I feel it, the safety, and I relax around the object. It takes me a while to take it all in, but once he bottoms out, he stops moving .
I have no idea how long we stay like this, one hand in my hair, one holding the dildo deep inside me.
He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t even feel real.
I moan, clenching around the dildo. If I could, I would beg him with all I have.
He gives me a slap on the ass before holding the sex toy again. I don’t understand what he means the first time, but when he does it again, I move. And when he doesn’t punish me for that, I get it.
He wants me to fuck myself. To show him that I’m not only enjoying this, but that I am a willing participant. And since nothing in this room feels like reality, I do it.
I struggle to go a little more on my knees, my cheek still flat on the pillow, to give myself more space. And just like he silently ordered, I start to move back and forth while he keeps the toy in place. I fuck myself. It’s not only the girth that drives me insane. It’s not only the depth, and it’s not even the way it makes me feel like I can’t breathe through the pleasure.
It’s his low growl that has me falling apart. I explode around the thickness, feeling myself tightening again, and pressing against the mattress. But in one violent movement, he pulls my hips back, pushing it deeper, and he slaps my ass.
I do it again. I push back against it. I exhaust myself giving him what he wants and drowning myself in desire.
He makes me do it again, and again, and again, until I’m so spent, tears are collecting behind the tape and likely slipping down my face. My body gives up, and I collapse flat on the bed, my figure only slightly bent because my wrists are tied to my thighs.
“Please,” I sob behind the gag. I don’t know if he can hear it. “No more.” They’re just muffled words, but it’s clear I can’t take it anymore.
Finally, he pulls it out. I’m a sweating, shaking mess, and I feel like the pleasure has rendered me completely dumb. My brain can hardly function, so I lie there, feeling my pussy clench around nothing, and hoping this is over. Not because it’s been painful. But because it was overwhelmingly good.
It’s not over. I feel something press against my entrance, and I understand too quickly that it’s not the toy this time. It’s him.
The tip pushes inside me, and the pleasure comes back tenfold. This time, he doesn’t let me fuck myself on him, he grips my hips painfully and thrusts inside me with a delicious violence. I cry out from behind the gag, not understanding how I can already feel another orgasm building. He feels better than the toy. So in control of his own body as he hits the perfect spot over and over again. The way I tighten around him when I reach my orgasm is probably what gets him over the edge. He pulls out, and a second later, I’m feeling his thick, hot cum on my lower back.
I whimper when two hands touch the back of my head. He unbuckles the gag, and my jaw feels like it’ll dislocate when he gets it out from behind my teeth. Something presses against my mouth, and I recoil before understanding it’s a bottle of water. I’m only now realizing how dehydrated I am. In my position, I slightly choke on it, but it doesn’t matter. I need it. He pulls the bottle away, and the next thing I know, he’s pushing something inside my mouth.
Is that a pill? Am I being drugged again?
But then the sweetness hits. It’s candy. I roll my tongue around it, feeling its shape. It’s a love heart. The sugar is helping with the shaking. I suckle on it as I feel him move some more. He undoes the spreader bar, but not the thigh straps or the tape around my head. He massages my neck, my shoulders, my ass cheeks. I struggle to relax at first, my muscles too tight. But after a minute I’m forced to give in, my body relaxing even though my mind is still racing.
And then he walks away.
The next thing I know, Carla is back.
“It’s over,” she says softly as she undoes the cuffs around my wrists. “Here, let me get started on the tape.”
After two turns, I take over. I want this off my eyes now , and she’s being too careful. I practically rip it off.
“Is he gone?” I rasp.
“He is.”
“So what he—he fucks me and then he leaves? He doesn’t talk to me? He doesn’t…”
“Doesn’t what?”
Take care of me. Spend the night with me.
I’m so used to Chris’s brand of torture that I expect to be put back together after someone breaks me down. It’s not the case here. I’m just an Aphrodite. I’m used and discarded.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
My pussy feels raw, and I wonder if I’ll even be able to sit down properly once the adrenaline has settled, but I shake my head. “No.”
“Was it nice?” She winks as she helps me off the bed and wraps me in a silk robe.
I want to lie. I want to shake my head and scream that I was abused and hated every single second of it. Instead, I go for the truth. “It was amazing. ”
But that simple fact doesn’t make me feel amazing. I’m too scared about Chris learning about this. Anxiety is ripping me to pieces. I promised him I would not let another man touch me, and I broke that promise the same evening. And while I’m aware this was entirely not my fault…I don’t want to know what his reaction will be.