"Why did you do that?" I laughed, attempting to take my feet away, but his hold on my ankles was so secure and impulsive that they were placed on his shoulders to keep my legs wide apart.
Heat rushed to my face and chest quicker than lightning. For a minute there, I assumed he would proceed and thrust his cock inside me, but all he did was feast on me with his eyes, and I strangely knew exactly what his thoughts were.
I want to look away, but I can’t, held prisoner by the vehemence and the weight of his desires. It grew as the second passed, and I swore I could already picture him fucking me in this tub.
I want him to. I really do. I was becoming addicted to something I had already tasted. It doesn’t make sense, but it was the most lucid I have ever been.
"Touch yourself."
A scalding chill raced down my spine. The water temperature reached heights I wasn’t sure were possible as my skin burned.
The command in his tone brought back memories I hadn’t realized I had missed so much.
I have always loved his authority and how easily my body could bend to his will.
Slowly, I slide my hand from my chest down to the water, directly to my pussy. I stroked myself, shivering at the sensitivity, and how Ares held my gaze stimulated me further.
"Start with one."
I swallowed thickly as I thrust a finger, moaning at the connection. I pumped slowly, sensations overtaking me all at once, like I was being boiled up like a piece of meat to be feasted upon, and God knows I wanted Ares to devour me.
"Two."
Without hesitation, another followed. My moans increased, soft and breathy because I wasn’t swift, I was slow, as if I could tell that was what he wanted.
It was torturous for me as the foundation of ecstasy tingled my insides, but I wasn’t quite getting there. It was like scratching the itch but never getting the right spot.
"Three."
I heaved thickly, trembling as the spikes of euphoria sparked to the back of my head. I was already so close, but I didn’t wanna reach so soon.
"Four."
"A-Ares, I can’t—"
"Four."
Oh God, I have never stretched myself like that before; two was usually my limit, and my wrists would tire.
Closing my eyes, I added another, my mouth going wide as I hit a sweet spot, motivated by the power of his gaze I could still feel, scorching through my skull into my mind.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned wildly, my hand shooting out to grip the bathtub edge for something to hold onto as the sparks split through me.
I flashed my eyes open, connecting with icy blues, and my release came harder, striking so hard my hips lifted a little, my toes curling.
Coming down from that pinnacle seemed like forever. I never realized I could bring myself towards a release without Ares’ fingers, maybe I did because I didn’t picture them as mine, but his.
The sound of my sharp breathing filled the air around us, and it took everything to murmur my words. "I want you to touch yourself too..."
Ares’ jaw tightened, but I don’t think it was my words that affected him.
"Time for bed." He moved, picking me up, and my legs wrapped around his waist tightly.
"Ares?"
He ignored me as he stepped out of the tub and walked to the counter to set me down. He dried my body with the towel, starting with my hair, but I distracted him when my hand trailed down to his cock.
I still recalled how stiff he was, even though I was drunk, and the twist in his features, which dangerously mirrors another night at the club when I gave him a blowjob years ago. I thought he was simply angry, but now I thought about it differently.


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