An hour later I’m wrung-out, exhausted, and partially delirious as Ares finally unclasps my handcuffs. I cry out as the blood starts flowing through my arms again, and whimper as Ares pulls out of my ass before turning me onto my back.
“Ares p-please, no m...more,” I rasp out, fumbling to formulate a sentence.
“Oh, Aphrodite,” he murmurs, and I feel him start securing my wrists to the bedposts. If I had any energy left I would start squirming, but I’m already spent.
“I have work to do,” he says, moving over to my legs where he spreads them into a split before also securing them to the bedframe.
Oh, god.
“But battery operated devices seem to work wonders on you. I think since I use them on you, the orgasms count in my favor. Or you’re just too exhausted to differentiate between hating
