Chapter 19 ARES
“Baby, come here,” Ares grabbed the knot between her breasts, pulling her towards him. He guided her so her head was on his knee. “You can cry if you need to.”
“I don’t like crying.”
“I know.” he stroked her hair, tracing her cheekbones with his fingertips. He wanted to ease all her discomfort.
He sat cross-legged on the floor with her head on his thigh, wishing he could throw money at her pain, to take it all away. He would buy her whatever she wanted, whatever would make her happy. Money solved a lot of things but it didn’t solve the pain of not feeling like you weren’t enough.
As she let out little sighs, tears leaked down her cheeks. He wiped them away, stroking her cheek, brushing his hand through her hair. He leaned down and dropped kisses by her temple. She shuddered underneath him and met his gaze.
“Think I’m better.”
“Good.”
He traced the ropes around her breasts, over her legs, then gently lifted her up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her jawline, to the dip of her collarbone. She let out the sweetest little whimpers as he held her, running his lips against the rope on her shoulders to her breasts.
He had wanted her in his arms for a long time. To have this moment of vulnerability with her, sealed him to her.
Mine. Mine. Mine, he chanted in his head.
“You holding me like this is making me feel better.”
So many women had thrown themselves at him, and all of them had too bright smiles and barely hidden objectives. He had given up hope of finding love like his brother had. Especially not with someone a decade younger than him. But he was never going to let this woman go.
He grazed his lips against hers, kissing her with fiery possession. This woman, with her damnable preservation and usually cheerful demeanor, was his, and he’d burn down entire cities if it’d make her day better.
“I got you, baby. You fall apart. I’ll put you back together, piece by piece. Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not yet. I like you touching me.” He caressed her cheek, wishing that she’d open up to him and tell him what those men said to her. But there was no reason to push her. He could give her what she was asking for.
“I love touching you.” He caressed her cheek, sliding his hand down to her breast, and pressed his palm against her nipple. He made little circles, causing her to arch into his touch, asking for more.
She sniffled as he kept touching her, gliding his hand between her legs. He gently tugged on the rope wrapped around her knees.
“I try so hard.” Her voice cracked as she said those words. Ares leaned down and kissed the corner of her eye.
“You do try. And you succeed, my sweet girl. Whatever those assholes said to you, don’t let them get you down.”
Her lips trembled, and she exhaled, a cry so high it echoed around the room.
From the top of her breasts to her side, he massaged her skin in little circles until her crying stopped.
“That’s it, my good girl.” He kissed her soft skin on her ankles, above the rope, and covered every part of her body that he had access to with a soft caress of kisses, determined to soothe away her worries.
When he got to her face, he cupped her cheek, satisfied to see her eyes dry. “Feel better?”
“Yes. I loved it when you tugged on the ropes and kissed me.”
“Kissing you is my favourite thing to do,” Ares sealed his words with a brisk kiss against her lips.
Josie laughed, the tension leaving her face, the light back in her eyes.
“Want to try the mitt?”
“Yes,” the corners of her mouth quivered with a small smile.
Ares retrieved the mitt and settled at her back.
He brushed her legs with the faux fur side of the glove with firm pressure.
“That feels good.”
Ares tangled his fingers in her soft curls and swiped his mitted hand back down, over her ass, around her hip, then up, gliding over her breasts.
She giggled as he swiped it along her nipples.
“There, give in Josie. You don’t have to think right now, just feel. You’re safe here with me, all bound in a ball.”
He traced her jawline with his lips, moving down to her slender neck, as his gloved hand trailed over the plane of her stomach.
“Ahh.” The soft moan escaped her lips. Her eyes met his, and nothing he had ever experienced was intimate as this sizzling connection.
“More, yes!” She twisted in the ropes as he swept the mitt along her arm, around her back, tugging her on her side. He gently tapped her ass with the spikey side of the spit.
“Ares!” She giggled as he kept up the pressure, laughing himself as she contorted, trying to get away from his hand.
“You do like being tickled.”
“No! Not at all. But this is....pokey tickling!”
“And you like it?” Ares pressed the mitt between the underside of her breast, tugging her upright.
“Yes! I don’t like that. I can’t do anything.”
“Are you all tied up and nowhere to go? A pity.”
He locked gazes with her and captured her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.
He let out a moan of his own as he feasted on her lips, swallowing her soft little breaths, and kept kissing her as he dragged the mitt along the contour of her body. The vibration of her giggle against his mouth sent heat racing down his spine.
“Can you take more?”
“Yeah.”
He brushed the glove along her arm. Her dark eyes opened in surprise and a small “oh” escaped her mouth. He brushed it along her side, in quick sure strokes, not wanting her to stay in the sensation for too long.
“That doesn’t hurt. I like the sensation of the spikes.”
“Good. What about here?” Ares brushed the top of her breasts. Slowly, he dragged it over her creamy breasts, then dragged the opposite way. Her body tensed as he repeated it on her other breast. She let out a shuddering sigh.
“Oh! I like that.”
“And here?” Ares ran the mitt with the spikes across her tummy, then lower across her mound and around the curve of her hip, rocking his hand so the spikes pressed into her fleshy bottom.
“That’s…yes.”
Ares grinned, loving her responses. She cried out, and he switched to the fuzzy side.
Her little gasps and moans kept him going, moving to her leg, then back to her ass, first the spiky side, then the soft fur.
“Where do you like the spikes most?”
“My breasts,” the confidence in which she said those surprised him, but he swept his gloved hand back up to her breast, pressing the glove down hard across her nipple.
She squirmed under his touch, her hips jerky against the ties.
He chuckled. “You can’t get away from me now.”
“I don’t want to. Ow!”
He ran the glove over her other nipple in the tight squeeze it was between the floor and the ties.
“Your skin is all red and flushed. I love hearing your little whimpers, sweet girl.” Then he dipped his glove hand right between her legs. It was a tight fight, but he got the edge of the glove against her labia.
“That’s...too much and not enough.” She rocked forward, straining in the ropes. He thrust the glove hard, pressing it into her wetness, teasing her with firm strokes.
“Ahh! I can’t!” her startle cry of frustration made him chuckle. He took the glove off, his fingers in her folds. Her wetness coated his digits.
He stared into her eyes, knowing with certainty there was no one else for him.
“I like the glove,” Her voice was thick, her words slurred with drunken pleasure.
“Me too. You’re so wet, covering my fingers with your juices.” He circled her outer lips slowly, and she bit her lip so hard she drew blood.
“But it’s not enough!” Josie cried.
“What do you want now?”
“You. Please.”
“Yeah?” Ares removed his fingers, swept them up her neck, and held them to her lips.
“Yes.” She took his fingers deep into her mouth, sucking on them. His cock throbbed with wild need.
“I want you.”
“Let’s untie you.”
“I love being in rope. Thank you.”
His heart gave that weird little twist. “I can tie you up every day.”
Josie giggled. “That seems excessive.”
“Fine, every night.” Ares lapped the area on her neck where he had sucked, noticing he’d left a bruise. “I marked you.”
“I can’t wait to see it.” Her eyes were so filled with heat, he wanted to cut the rope away instead of gently untying her, but she deserved to be unwrapped gently and led out of this scene.
He started untying her, kissing her skin at every pass of the rope. Every indrawn breath, every whimper, every little sigh made him work quickly, until finally, he brought her to sit up and massaged her shoulders.
“There. You’re free.” He pressed his lips to her nape, kept kissing her through her shivers.
“Thank you.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Floaty. Good. Like I want to kiss you.”
She didn’t need to say another word. He wrapped his arms around her, tilted her face to his, and kissed her so hard he bruised her lips.
He growled against her mouth as she pressed her breasts to his chest. He needed her in his bed.
His cock pulsed with want, his blood roared with the need to claim her and nothing in the entire world was going to stop him from diving into her pussy, driving her pleasure as high as he could and making her come. "Bed now.”
“Hey!” Josie laughed as he scooped her into his arms and carried her the six feet to the bed.
“Stay here,” he set her down gently. He grabbed the lube, tossing the bottle on the bed.
“I need you,” Staring into her gorgeous brown eyes, he knew there was nothing that was going to interrupt them tonight.
He didn’t care if everything he and Xander worked for was on fire, he needed to fuck her this red-hot minute.
“I’m so hard for you, baby.”
She let out the softest whimper. “I want you to kiss me again.”
“You got it.” Ares laid next to her, trailing his hand along her hip.
With her brown eyes so full of admiration and desire, he wasn’t going to deny her anything. He kissed her, lost in her taste, in the feel of her lips on his, the perfect moment of her being languid with pleasure, all her tension and worries gone for now.
“Ares,” she said against his mouth as he broke off the kiss and his name from her lips was the best thing he ever heard.