nine -Ares- #2
“Touch yourself,” I command, grabbing the base of my cock as her hand dips between her thighs, the other yanking on the handcuffs like she keeps forgetting they’re there.
I have to admit, that was a mistake on my part.
I could’ve used both of her hands right now.
But it’s not like I could decide to leave, even for a second, to grab the keys. I’ll just need to improvise.
As soon as I see her fingers dipping into her cream again, my other hand slides beneath her chin. “Eyes up at me while you take my cock, my little curse.” Her dark eyes follow my command, lust and desire dancing like flames in a fireplace.
If this isn’t submission, then I don’t know what is. She can’t be that good of an actress. You can’t fake pure craving, the vibration in your body, the tremble in every cell.
I move faster until she’s having trouble breathing and tears are running down her cheeks.
But there is also a large smirk rising on the corners of her lips.
She’s just as messed up as I am and I’m finally free to take that to the limit.
“Such a good little curse,” I hiss, fighting the trembling in my own body, the tightness gathering in my balls, and the impending need to see her drink me.
“Move your fucking fingers,” I say, catching a glimpse of her stalling, or maybe just losing focus on herself.
But I need her pleasure too.
Her fingers move slowly at first, then gain rhythm as her mouth moves along my length, teeth, gently grinding against my piercing, her damn tongue wrapping around my tip until my vision blurs, my hand unsteady beneath her chin.
All I can see is the glow reflecting in her dark eyes as I spill myself into her.
She takes every drop like it’s the gods' nectar. Her lips part as she finishes cleaning me from them, inviting me to taste myself on her.
My knees buckle, hitting the ground as I pull her into a kiss, fueled by every emotion known to man. Power, desire, and a trail of regret. I’m weak in front of her, and I’m never fucking weak.
She’s not done yet, and I could have prolonged things so she would tremble alongside me, but I’m not in the mood for playing good guy. I’m in the mood to play Dark God.
Her breath is uneven, the endorphins still rushing through her veins, but the rhythm of her hand is fading again. And I can’t have that.
“Losing your pace again?” I ask, clearly knowing she was taken aback by my release. “Let’s fix that, shall we?” I smile, grabbing her hand and guiding it against her slick flesh a few times, her eyes growing wider with the anticipation.
“You are so eager to touch yourself,” I whisper, even though I know that was all just for show. “Now let me see you finish by your own hand.” I grab three of her fingers, drawing them together, then guide them toward her entrance.
For a brief second, she parts her lips to say something. But I don’t want to listen. I grab the base of her throat and squeeze.
Her breasts rise and fall rapidly as she yanks on the cuff again. “Careful now, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. That’s my privilege.” I say, squeezing her throat even tighter, knowing she had only enough air to survive, definitely not enough to feel comfortable.
I start moving her hand, in and out of her tight channel, the sound of the bridge of her palm hitting her clit loud in the room.
She whimpers, and she moans until the sounds turn into panting, as I drive her own fingers in and out of her.
“If you want my help, I need to know you’re with me.
That you truly want to be with me,” I snap, increasing the pace as an unknown madness is clouding my mind.
I need to know she’s here because deep down, she wants to be.
I need to know she’s here because of me, and the only reason I’m keeping her tied up is for her not to get herself killed.
I see her nod, or at least try to, because she barely moves her head in my grip. And right before she loses consciousness, I release the pressure on her neck, and she starts coughing.
That doesn’t stop me from finger fucking her. I just wait until she draws in large breaths and oxygen returns to her brain so I can be sure she understands what I’m asking. “I need to know the truth. What really brought you to my bed? Your need for revenge, or pleasure.”
She pauses for a second, like the answer might be harder to give than I expected, then she closes her eyes and moans a couple of times as the motion inside her hits her walls.
Just when I think I’ll have to ask again, her lips tremble, “Revenge brought me to you...” she trembles, voice unsteady. “...but it was the man… the God who made me never want to leave.”
“Good answer, my filthy little curse,” I say, trying to hold back the smile blooming on my lips. I need to show her who’s really in control from now on. “Now take a deep breath, I need you to come hard for me,” I barely finish my sentence as I watch her chest rise.
My grip tightens again around her neck, and I guide her fingers until the knuckles hit her entrance. Fucking hell, nothing even comes close to this.
Instinctively, she tries to fight the sensation for a few seconds, but with no result. Her legs push into the ground, her hand almost bruising against the cuff from trying to break free. But I know exactly what’s happening as I feel her juices run down her fingers and coat my own hand.
Her eyes blink rapidly, throaty sounds echoing against my hand as I loosen my grip.
Then the sounds rush out, moan after moan, each one louder than the last as I swirl her fingers while I lean down against her breast. She’s such a beautiful mess right now, her body trembling, her breath uneven, her heart racing, her thighs coated in her ecstasy.
I stay right where I am, holding her through it, listening as the storm inside her slowly begins to quiet.
Maybe, just maybe… if I stay long enough, it’ll quiet something in me too.
Once she comes back to her senses, her fingers drift in my hair, absentmindedly, almost instinctively.
Suddenly this feels all too familiar. All too soon.
“Don’t think this got you off the hook,” I mutter, trying to lift my head from her breast. But her hand slides over me, keeping me there.
“I told you, I know I deserve it.” Her voice is soft, regretful.
“Deciding to come after you when I thought you were Elias’s killer was the toughest decision I ever made.
” Her gaze meets mine. “And I can’t apologize.
” She hesitates for a moment, taking a deep breath. “Because I know sorry won’t be enough.”
“No, it won’t,” I raise my head despite her trying to keep me there.
“It’ll take a lot to even consider forgiving you.
A lot of obedience. A lot of your screams.” I rise just enough to reach her ear.
“But you’re on the right track, little curse,” I say, biting the sensitive skin of her ear.
“Just keep in mind that if you try anything... any of your fucking tricks...” my voice drops, spiked with warnings.
My fingers tighten on her thighs, firm enough to make her stiffen—yet instead of pulling away, her body curves inward, like she’s drawn closer by it.
“I’ll keep you tied in this room for eternity.” I hold her there for a second longer, letting the threat settle.
Then I pull back, exhaling sharply. “Now let’s have some fucking dinner. I’m starving.”