Chapter 9 #2
That tiny bud soon turns tender and sensitive. It feels like he has magic in the tip of his fingers. Because there’s no other explanation—no way someone gets my body to respond like this, this fast. And with a fucking audience watching us.
Two of his fingers slip inside me, and the sensation that I’m losing my mind becomes all the more real.
“Such a good little whore. Will your tight pussy eat up my cock the way it eats my fingers?” Ares asks in a husky voice, and my chest is suddenly panting with something unfamiliar.
I don’t know if it’s because of the way he touches me or because of his dirty words.
But I feel like I’m having a sudden arrhythmia.
He doesn’t waste a second before thrusting inside me.
The movement is brutal, too precise, like he’s known my body for ages, sending me too close to the edge, too fast. But my mind rejects the thought of being captive again, and I thrash in his hold.
I want to get out of here, no matter how much the promise of pleasure tempts me to fight with myself.
“Are you purposely trying to piss me off?” He snarls, his voice much deeper now, snapping me back to the moment and what’s really happening. He wants to prove who’s boss, who owns me.
And for my sake—and the sake of my plan—I'd better let him.
I do my best to relax in his arms, and he feels it immediately. A low, satisfied sound vibrates in his chest as his grip tightens around me. “That’s it. Get ready to come for me, my little curse.”
That sounds so promising, yet so impossible at the same time, despite the way my body reacts to him.
“Your fucking men are watching,” I grunt again, feeling his fist still tangled in my hair, pulling my head back so I can have a perfect view of the club.
“Let them watch. They’ll know to keep their hands off you and respect you as my property. No one touches what’s mine except me.” His tongue trails a long line from my collarbone up to my neck.
And I feel like I’m fucking melting.
Still, I let out a frustrated sound as his thumb moves to my clit, his fingers still pounding inside me.
I swallow hard; the sensation I usually wait ages for is piling up way too fast, too intense, too unpredictable.
My body arches, following an instinct I thought dormant, pushing against his cock.
He’s so hard I fear he’ll break loose from his pants soon.
And I can’t even tell if I’m afraid or anxious for that to happen.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his teeth sinking into the side of my neck. “Do that again and there’s no telling what I’ll do next,” he lets out an anguished breath like he’s the one being teased.
His fingers pick up speed, pushing in and out, circling round and round, and he’s just one move away from sending me to heaven.
My eyes close, everything becomes a blur, so much so that he’s not there anymore. It’s someone else. Someone who’s come for me. Someone who’ll make me suffer again.
I push to my feet, desperate to fight him off, to run as far away from here as I can.
He can’t be real.
He couldn’t have found me…
My breath becomes wild, like I can’t pull enough air, no matter how hard I try, my pulse frantic, feeling my heart is trying to tear through my ribs.
Panic coils in my chest like its home and it’s here to stay.
Until I feel my head yanked to the side, and Ares’ face takes shape in front of my eyes, his dominance replacing every other single thought I might have.
“Try to break free again, and I’ll rip down your pants and fuck you in front of everyone.
Let them all watch how your cunt weeps for my cock. ”
I freeze, the fight draining from my limbs, the warmth of his body against mine absorbing it whole.
My chin dips in surrender. And I think he finally realizes that my mind was playing tricks on me, that I wasn’t here with him.
“Relax in my arms. I’ll take care of the rest,” his voice much softer, almost teasing, like all I have to do is trust him.
Fuck, I was hallucinating, I mentally curse, hoping I can train my senses not to drift off again and cause a fucking scene.
I focus only on his hand, his fingers dancing against my skin, and somehow, even though we’re in a room full of people, it turns me on. Or maybe it’s the feeling of being watched.
His movements don’t stop even for a second, dragging pleasure from my body with every new thrust and swirl.
Electric sensations build in that spot between my thighs, tight and volatile, like storm clouds gathering in a clear sky.
And then, without warning, it gets too much for me to bear.
Not like anything I’ve ever felt before, as if every nerve in my body has been rewired to respond only to him.
My hands clutch his thighs, my fingers digging into the fabric of his pants as a ripping sensation slashes through my body with a violence that threatens to leave me limp.
I want to say something, but my throat just makes an unintelligible sound.
Do I want to scream? Tell him to stop? To keep going?
I have no idea, because the orgasm hits me so damn hard my pussy won’t stop contracting, like that damn thing’s wired to an EMP.
Now I really want to get up from him, leave before he gets a chance to rewrite my world completely.
But I don’t try to resist him again, just grind my teeth as he drags out my orgasm to an extreme limit.
My chest heaves like my lungs are going to collapse soon.
My head tilts to the side as his lips are still on my neck, and my pussy might burst, so sensitive that even the slightest touch makes me explode in an avalanche of sensations—so strong they leave me completely powerless.
“You came so hard for me, my little curse. So, fucking perfect,” he whispers with evil satisfaction, his fingers slowing into a kind of cruel cool-down. Still moving just enough to make my oversensitive body twitch.
I breathe in relief as he finally halts his hand, but somehow, I already miss the loss of his touch.
I haven’t thought about taking my medicine in a very long time, but this man makes me reconsider my entire existence.
I want to straighten up, but all I can do is slump against him for a few more moments, too spent to move, maybe even too spent to exist.
His hand slips out of my pants, then gently advances up beneath my shirt, and I know exactly where he’s heading. His branding. That’s the place where he stops, spreading my juices across the mark.
“My cum will be there soon enough. And my blood,” he breathes, a promise that doesn’t make sense at the time.
But yeah, his blood will end up on my body—when I take his life.
Everything gets too real, and I suddenly want to leave. To my surprise, this time he even seems to be willing to let me. “You are such a good little curse that I might forgive you for your mistake today. Doesn’t mean I’ll forget, though.”
And I realize why he did all this—why he didn’t call me to his place or anywhere else he would’ve liked to get his fingers inside me. I made a mistake that everyone knew about. And he made sure to forgive me in a way that won’t put him in the spotlight for being weak.
Well played. I’ll give him that. But he’s not the only one playing here. I’m also playing him.
“Can I—” I trail off, waiting for him to tell me that I’m dismissed, before he gets any other ideas involving my body.
“Yeah, you can go. But Silver will take you home. You’ve been drinking.”
I keep myself from throwing a tantrum because he’s acting like I’m a child who can take care of herself. I don’t confront him, though, I just get up from him and walk straight to Silver, asking her to drive me home just as our master ordered.
I catch her looking at Ares, who’s already on the phone with someone, like he didn’t just finger fuck me a second ago. I guess she realizes he’s done with me and doesn’t need to ask him permission to leave.
We both walk to her car, then she drives me home, knowing well enough not to ask me about what just happened back there.
Because honestly, I don’t have a single answer.