The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 38

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 meant to pass the time and got carried away on the pole but I had enjoyed every minute.

Watching his eyes flash while the metal rod glided between my pussy lips, teasing me. 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 came 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 me bounced off every wall in the arena.

Tears streamed 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 me by the chain back toward the stage. I stumbled after him on shaking legs, crying and cursing and calling him every name 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 me.

I got on my knees.

The pole in front of me 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 handsome face. His naked body stretched out above me, 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 time I paused or slowed down, the merciless 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.

"You motherfucker!"

My pussy stretched as every thick veined inch of his dick was stuffed inside me, 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 me properly but he never did. My hips squirmed and he growled in my ears. "Move again and I pull out and find someone else to fuck."

No he wouldn’t.

The girl screamed as the machine hummed to life fucking her brutally. I sat there with Ares’s cock buried inside me going absolutely insane, wishing he would do the same.

"Please," I said. "Ares, don’t be an asshole and fuck me please."

I squeezed my pussy walls around him again, desperate and shameless.

"Crawl to the box," he nodded towards the box of toys in the arena. "Get a vibrator and crawl back to me. 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 me 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 punishment," he grinned wickedly, "has just begun, my filthy slut."