Knowing better than to argue and double my punishment, I begrudgingly stand and walk up to him. He abruptly grips my waist before pulling me into his lap, causing me to straddle him.
This is only going to lead to one thing: more s*x. After my most recent stunt in the dungeon I could be happily celebate for the rest of ever, but I doubt that Ares will keep his hands off me. So I don’t fight back when he starts kissing my neck.
“I would like you to do something for me,” he says. Knowing where this is going I begin to lower myself to the floor, but he stops me.
“Not that. I know you’re not a fan of that.”
Those words make me pause. He’s taking what I want into consideration?
“For one night. Just one night, show me what it would be like if you weren’t my captive. Show me what it would be
