Chapter 38: GET ON YOUR KNEES
Abigail
That absolutely cracked out dirtbag!
The second clamp snapped onto my other nipple before my first scream had finished, bouncing off the walls and I honest to god saw every star in the Milky Way.
"Oh fuck," The chain connecting both clamps swung between my tits, and before I could finish my sentence he grabbed it and yanked.
My back arched so violently I nearly left the floor, a wail tore from my throat as pain shot through both nipples at once, shooting straight down my spine and pooling molten between my thighs.
I was wetter than I had been on that pole.
God. I had ant to pass the ti and got carried away on the pole but I had enjoyed every minute.
Watching his eyes flash while the tal rod glided between my pussy lips, teasing . Another jolt of pain pushed through my nipples when the heartless bastard pulled on the chain again.
"Fuck, Ares," I cried, clawing at his forearm. His hand wrapped around my throat.
"Keep talking." He growled in a low threatening tone. "See what happens."
"You psychotic, twisted, barbaric son of a-"
His hand tightened on my throat, cutting the words off at the source while his other hand ca up and slapped my mouth lightly.
"Stop," he said, "while I’m still playing nice."
I stared up at him, my throat was getting queezed, my nipples were screaming from the clamp torture he had them under and my pussy absolutely drenched and throbbing.
This was him playing nice?
At least those green eyes were blazing with pure lust instead and not a single trace of recognition in them. This was just Ares, furious and depraved Ares. Dying my hair brown had worked and by tomorrow morning, all I needed was to shampoo it and my dark hair was back.
I leaned up as close as his grip on my neck allowed, put my lips near his ear, and whispered.
"What are you going to do, Ares? Stop making empty threats."
His eyes went so dark the green almost disappeared entirely and for one glorious terrifying second I genuinely didn’t know what he was going to do and not knowing sent a fresh flood of slick heat gushing between my thighs.
Then his hand found the chain and pulled up.
My tits lifted with it, the clamps dragging my nipples upward, and the scream that ripped from
bounced off every wall in the arena.
Tears stread freely down my face, my hands scrabbling at his wrist, my whole body shaking and throbbing, absolutely out of my mind with the cocktail of agony and ecstasy that this man delivered through my body.
He dragged
by the chain back toward the stage. I stumbled after him on shaking legs, crying and cursing and calling him every na I knew because what else could I do? If I stopped moving the chain would pull even tighter and the pain would stop being jolting and start being excruciating.
"Get on your knees," He ordered when we reached the pole, towering above .
I got on my knees.
The pole in front of
was still glistening, slick and sticky with my own juices from where I’d been grinding my sopping cunt all over it not ten minutes ago while a hundred people watched.
"Clean it up," He hissed, a smug look on his stupidly handso face. His naked body stretched out above , huge and tall.
Giving him a dirty look, I pressed my tongue to the base of the pole and dragged it upward, tasting myself, the slick saltiness of my own arousal coating my tongue while the crowd around us cheered.
Every ti I paused or slowed down, the rciless brute would yank on the clamps around my nipples and I would scream, licking up the pole faster. His cock jutted above my head, thick and rigid and glistening at the tip.
I could sll his musk, the sll of him radiating off that gorgeous infuriating magnificent cock.
My mouth watered. Fuck he was so close and so delicious. I licked up the pole until my head was on the sa level as his cock, turned my head-
And latched my mouth onto his cock.
The groan that tore from his chest was the most satisfying sound I had ever heard.
For approximately three seconds I had him. Both my hands were wrapped around the base of his hot pulsing shaft, my lips sealed tight around his dick, taking him as deep as my throat allowed while he made those low broken sounds above .
His palm cracked across my tit and the clot-pole yanked the clamp chain. The combination of sensations hit
so hard I convulsed, releasing him with a wet pop, tears streaming, nipples absolutely screaming while he kept smacking my tits.
"You monster!" I sobbed, clawing at his thighs. "You’re a fucking sadist-"
"You should have known better," he spat in a rough and strained voice, tilting my head up by my chin, "than to fuck a pole for everyone to see."
From sowhere behind us the host’s voice bood through the mic. "Ladies and gentlen, a round of applause for Ares who is possibly the most possessive man in Sanctuary history! The god of war doesn’t play with his Aphrodite."
The crowd erupted in laughter and cheering. Soone yelled "she earned it," which was a fair point honestly. I was starting to think I loved driving him this furious. I wanted him to fuck
harder, brutally, wreck every single inch of , so my body felt him for days until he would touch
again.
"Next opening day will be much more delicious, won’t it? I wonder how Ares would feel when sweet Aphrodite plays the Truth or Dare ga with us."
Ares didn’t look like he gave a shit whatever the host was spouting and instead grabbed the chain to the nipple clamps and got off the stage. I scrambled to follow on my knees, half crawling, half stumbling behind him as he moved through the circle toward the velvet couch at the edge.
How on earth was being dragged by my own nipples making
sohow more aroused than I had ever been in my entire life?
He dropped on it, grabbed my hips and pulled
onto his lap, my back flush against his chest, his cock hot and rigid against my ass. I squealed when he grabbed both my knees with an arm and pinned them to my chest.
My pussy was completely exposed, spread open. "What are you doing-"
His cock drove into
in one brutal thrust that punched every bit of air from my lungs.
"You motherfucker!"
My pussy stretched as every thick veined inch of his dick was stuffed inside , my walls stretched obscenely wide around him. He rested his chin on my shoulder and watched the next show that the crowd had gathered around. A girl in a pink mask, called Persephone, picked out a Sybian from a huge box of toys in the arena while the crowd cheered.
I whimpered, waiting for him to move and fuck
properly but he never did. My hips squird and he growled in my ears. "Move again and I pull out and find soone else to fuck."
No he wouldn’t.
The girl scread as the machine humd to life fucking her brutally. I sat there with Ares’s cock buried inside
going absolutely insane, wishing he would do the sa.
"Please," I said. "Ares, don’t be an asshole and fuck
please."
I squeezed my pussy walls around him again, desperate and shaless.
"Crawl to the box," he nodded towards the box of toys in the arena. "Get a vibrator and crawl back to . Maybe I’ll do just that then."
"You cannot be serious,"I snapped.
He shifted his hips just a tiny bit, his cock dragging against my inner walls for one devastating second. I whimpered so loudly three people turned to look.
Then he pulled out entirely.
Cursing him out in my head, I crawled to the box, naked, my pussy glistening for all to see, fished out a vibrator and crawled back. I had barely reached him when he pushed
flat on my back.
One hand snatched the vibrator from my fingers and he knelt on either side of my head, his cock hanging above my face.
"Your punishnt," he grinned wickedly, "has just begun, my filthy slut."
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