Chapter 25 ARES
Pleasure rippled through his veins, his cock throbbed.
He wanted to grant her every wish, to respond to her every little mutter of need. If she needed milk on the way home or a new Porsche.
There was nothing he wouldn’t give this woman.
But he wanted to drag out this scene because having his girl on this table in this club is so damn sexy.
“Time to blindfold you, if you want to try?” He stroked the side of her cheek, peering into her brown eyes.
She licked her lip. “Yes, please.”
From his bag he took out a silk blindfold, gently pressed it against her eyes, lifting her head to tie it. “You’ll see some light but now the wax won’t splutter and I can keep painting you, here,” he traced the top of her breasts with a finger, dragging it across her collarbone. “And here.”
“I like how it feels, like I can feel the wax more.”
“Good. Going to add more wax.” He picked up the candle, lit it, and slowly dripped wax right at the tops of her breasts, moving the candle in a circular pattern, trying to match the hardening shell of blue and purple on her breasts.
“Oh!” Josie hissed as a drop of wax landed right under her collarbone. Ares reached out and massaged it into her skin.
“You look beautiful all covered with my wax.” He slowly took his time, like swinging a pendulum, he held the candle above her belly button. The wax splattered into patterns between her belly button and her mound.
He blew the candle out, set it aside. “I want to give you more,” he slid his hand between her legs, leaned over her and pressed a soft kiss to the swell of her hips.
Her hips jerked as he lightly tapped her on either side of her labia lips.
“Yes, please.”
“You’re such a good girl for telling me what you want,” Ares straightened, brushing his hand along her leg. She was warm under his touch. He didn’t want her to cool down, knowing her muscles get sore if she was cooler.
Her lips were pursed in the cutest way, as if she was waiting for a kiss. With his two thumbs, he swept them along her opening.
He swallowed, the sight of her swollen and pink glistening clit.
“You’re so wet for me. Do you like being put on display?”
The softest mewl escaped her lips. Her warm brown eyes flicked to his face, then behind his shoulder as if she could see the crowd there. He grinned as a shudder racked her body. “Tell me pretty girl. Do you like showing off to all these people?” He sunk two fingers into her wetness.
“I can’t see them right now, so yes, I love the idea,” she smiled, a flush climbing her neck.
She was so wet.
He pushed two fingers into her pussy, past his knuckles and twirled his fingers. She moaned.
But he wanted more. He wanted to make her come, harder than she ever had before.
He fingered her, her pussy gripping his digits as he stroked her inner thigh with the back of his other hand. She squirmed on the table, reaching for him.
He stroked her, his fingers completely drenched, and he felt her whole body vibrated. “What is it that you want again, baby?”
“I want you to make me come.”
The eagerness with which she said it pulled at his heartstrings.
“You look so gorgeous on this table covered in wax. So very needy. My fingers are covered with your pussy juices. What did you want?”
“Please.” Her hips rose off the table.
Her pussy clamped down on his fingers in a vise tight grip. He pushed towards her cervix, wanting to take her deeper, wanting to give her more sensation. He grinded against her clit with the heel of his hand.
“Ares. Ares. Ares.”
It wasn't as scream but a whispered chant of his name, over and over and he loved it.
Leaning down, he pressed his mouth against her inner thigh, while stroking her pussy with his curled fingers.
He slid them down to her clit.
“Ares. Ares.” His name was a repeated beat from her lips and nothing had ever made him so rock hard. His cock pressed uncomfortably against his zipper.
He licked her inner thigh in a circle, before sinking his teeth in her fleshy skin, while pressing hard on her clit with his fingers.
“Ares! Oh.”
That was it. Her thready voice wrapped around him and her toes curled. He kept his mouth sealed over her flesh, licking where he bit her.
“Ares!” Her sweet cries filled the air, drowning out every other noise.
He wanted to give her more.
More sensation.
More pleasure.
Her body twisted, constricted by the straps, but he kept fingering her. He sucked at the bite mark, the saltiness of her skin imprinted into his brain and he claimed her again.
Because she was his.
“Ouch! That feels…fuck, Ares!”
He lifted his mouth from the bite mark, held her leg, dipping his fingers back into her pussy.
Sweat shone on her brow, her eyes closed tightly but he kept stroking her, his fingers so wet they barely stayed inside her.
“Give me one more, baby. I want to see your eyes,” he gently pushed the blindfold down, with one hand.
Her eyes opened, dark pools meeting his.
“Yes, that’s my girl. I can feel your pussy clamp around my fingers as if it never wants to let them go. Be a good girl and come for me now.”
He pressed on her clit.
Her legs rose off the table, testing the hold of the strap.
Around his fingers, her pussy pulsated, her clit so hard it was a stone.
Josie let out a gasp, as if all her breath was taken from her and then she moaned his name.
“Ares!” Tears leaked down from her face.
He gently blew against her clit, then removed his fingers.
Leaning over her, he kissed her, capturing her mouth in a long passionate kiss.
He kissed her with all the pride he had in her, with how much he wanted her, he teased her lips until they were bruised.
“That…wow.”
“You’re wow,” Ares kissed her forehead.
He wiped his hands on a baby wipe. He took off the strap across her arms, helping her to sit up a bit.
He passed her a bottle of water.
“How are you feeling?”
“Oh fine. You know.”
“Josie?” He twirled one of her waylaid curls around his finger.
“I feel like I've been all smothered with the best orgasm I've ever had.”
“Exactly what I was going for. Do you need to end here or do you want to continue?”
“What’s next?”
“I wanted to get some of his wax off of you.”
“How were you planning on doing that?”
Ares shrugged. He had a wooden knife in this play kit but he took out his wallet and flashed her his credit card. “The best use I have ever used this card for,” He laid the card to her breast, used the edge to scrape off some of the wax.
Josie laid her head back against the bondage table. “Oh! That feels interesting.”
“Good, interesting?” Ares paused, waiting for her to tell him to go ahead.
“Yeah.”
Ares grinned. “It's my favourite part of the scene.”
He lifted pieces of wax across her chest, working towards her nipple. She flinched, as he scraped.
Every long glide of his card revealed more of her skin, red underneath.
“I’m a bit sensitive.”
“Yeah?”
Ares brushed the card down her breast.
She giggled, twisting away from him. “Oh, that tickles!”
“I like tickling you.” Ares scraped the card, along the beaded point of her nipple, then the other, as she giggled.
With one long pass along her stomach, he lifted up a huge piece of wax.
“Pretty! I wish I could frame that.”
“You could,” Ares carefully set it on the cart.
He continued to scrape away the wax, brushing pieces to the drop cloth on the floor.
Glancing at her, she looked so serene on the table, with her hands stretched to her side, the smallest smile on her face.
When most of the wax was off, he brushed off his credit card, put it away, then undid the strap across her legs.
Needing to kiss her again, he tipped her chin and fused his mouth with hers, hot need blazing through him. Tasting her was like a high he didn’t know he needed, better than anything he had ever done in his life.
She moaned, low and seductive, a sound that made him want to fuck her right here on the table. The kiss left them both breathless and he pulled away, stroking her hair.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down to her. “Thank you for tonight.”
“Baby, I loved every minute of this scene.”
“You made me feel beautiful. Beautiful and sexy.”
“You are beautiful and sexy.”
Before she could disagree, he pressed a finger to her lips. “I don’t want to hear you say anything other than “’Thank you’.”
“Thank you, Ares.” The adorable blush climbed up her neck.
He gave her a hand as she climbed off the table.
Flecks of wax were scattered all over her body and goosebumps flared across her skin.
“Here, let's wrap you up while I clean up.” From his kit, he took out a red silky robe.
“You’re always surprising me.”
“It matches your outfit,” Ares helped her get into the rope. “Clean up won’t take long.”
“I can help.” She bit her lip, as if bracing herself for his rejection.
“Thank you, sweet girl. We’ll have this ready for Max and his girl in no time.”
Josie’s gaze travelled to where Max and his partner were and she blushed.
Ares chuckled. “Did you like having an audience?”
“I sort of noticed them but all I was focused on was you and everything you were doing to my body.”
He wanted to know more but needed to finish clearing the space before he recapped the scene. He picked up both drop cloths, rolled them up and shoved them in a bag to deal with later.
Josie cleared the cart. He set everything back in his kit, he took her hand in his and Josie grabbed her cane.
“Time to get something to eat.” He nodded at Max, then led Josie through the diminished crowd back to the bar.
Josie stumbled against him. “I feel off.”
“Is your head woozy? Are you sore?” He couldn’t help but ambush her with concern.
“I’m fine.”
“You just said you weren’t fine. Tell me.” He navigated back towards the bar, to the seating area, nodding at Miss Helena and one of her subs as he passed, he knew her and other people in the club, the charity poker game hosted by Zee Ridell.
“Take a seat. I’ll be right back with drinks and food.”
Josie sat on the black loveseat, curling her feet under her. “Thanks. I do feel a little woozy.”