[Music: Angel Like You By Austin Giorgio]
I watched the clouds; it was the same no matter where you are, but for some reason, it was different, almost like the universe knew about my departure.
I thought I would feel off for leaving, but I didn’t. I guess the final grasp for me was the reality that Penrose was never a home. I worry only about Esme.
I could tell she was sad that we weren’t just going for a visit. She hadn’t said a word to me ever since we got on the private jet, just sticking close to Ares, and they shared a silent comfort.
She’s asleep now, and I had to tuck her in one of the suites. I wish she would talk rather than stay quiet because I wanted to be aware of her feelings too. I can’t even navigate mine.
Was I doing the right thing? Did I make the right decision to just leave it all behind?
I knew in the past I made a lot of bad decisions and had regrets; it’s like a stain on my mind that I could never wipe off, and these days it’s plaguing me more than I could ever imagine.
I slowly shifted my gaze from my fiddling fingers to shiny shoes, then tailored pants to a black shirt fitted on that powerful frame of his. I met his eyes and found out they were on mine the entire time.
It was calm, but with that vigor that made it impossible to look away. Ares hasn’t said a word either, and his was deeper than anything. It still lingered.... two nights ago, when he suddenly shut out.
"Will you miss it?" He broke the silence, reminding me how affected I was by that voice.
"M-Miss what?"
"Penrose."
I exhaled sharply, looking out the window. "Esme will... her whole life was there. I hate that I have to take it away from her. She was excited, sure, but I don’t know..."
"I’m asking about you, baby."
I swallowed a lump in my throat. "Some parts.. Setting aside that most of it was never real. There was no friendly sheriff or an amazing girl who had a slutty mouth. It feels like I just wasted my time."
"You didn’t. You didn’t waste your time."
"A strange thing for a devil to say..."
"Why do you think so?"
"I expect you to be dancing in joy."
Ares raised an eyebrow, and my expression shifted.
"I’m leaving Penrose back to the very place I wanted to escape."
"Is there still a reason it’s a place you wanna escape?" he asked profoundly with an intensity that made my nerves shudder.
Unable to offer a response, I stood from my seat and found myself on his lap, adjusting, and he aided me. I kissed him, not rough or hungry but slow and meaningful.
"Is that a way of avoiding my question?" he asked, a smile touching his moist lips.
God, that smile, it was a crime to look more handsome, and those dimples stole the air from me.
"Maybe?" I murmured. "I just wanted to taste you."
I felt his hand slip beneath my dress.
"What are you—" I was cut short when I felt his finger sliding down the crack of my ass, pulling on the band of my panties, and when he freed it, the sharp slap made me flinch.
"Ares!"
"Thirty..."
"W-What?"
"Can you take it, baby?" He placed his palm on my ass, and realization gripped me hard.
Is he gonna spank me?
He tilted his head, and I swallowed back my words. Shit... I don’t think I’m in a position to ask that or even expect an answer.
My sins have caught up to me, and God knows what the Devil was gonna do about that. I guess there was a part of me who waited for this.
Ares stroked my ass gently, and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, embracing the calm sensation.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Ares didn’t go sluggish anymore; one spank after the other came. The impact of his strong palm against my ass was everything. Pleasure outstretched pain in a perfect mix.
I’ve missed this so fucking much!
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