49. Bonus Scene Mariah and Ares

Bonus Scene Mariah and Ares

Ismacked my lips together, my pounding headache I would have experienced as a shifter in my former life was just a dull ache and was quickly disappearing. I blinked my eyes several times, becoming more aware of my surroundings when I looked up from the projector I had laid haphazardly on.

Right, Ares had to make a scene so Juniper could get away and have Thanatos hunt her.

And then Ares got his big muscle butt kicked and tied up.

My mate can hold his own. He was used to getting beat up here and there but tonight it might have turned me on a little knowing he couldn’t get out of those restraints. I mean, he’s the God of War, he’s got some strength in him. I could only pin him for so long until he would wrestle me down, flip me over, and dominate me.

Not that I’m complaining.

My pussy pulsed at the thought of seeing him naked in those restraints. That male could breathe on me and I could go into heat. Which he freaking loves.

I go to stand, and pushed down my long gown to brush out the wrinkles when I see that the entire room is empty. The poppy flowers wilted, the food turned cold, and trash scattered across the floor. Everyone, including the servants, have left in a hurry and left Ares and I to our own devices.

Bastards.

Well, they dare not touch me because if they did, Ares would break them in half and they didn’t touch Ares because he was being punished by Hades and Thanatos. Public humiliation was the only thing that could turn Ares off quicker than his baby girl crying because she stubbed her toe on the coffee table.

He coddled Agape way too much.

I chuckle and stride toward the stage and put my hands on my hips.

Ares was snoring. The ropes tightly gripped around his body, cutting into his dress shirt. I climb up on to the stage, my shoes clicking against the hard stairs as it is echoing throughout the room.

Ares snorted, he turned his head and tries to give me a remnant of a smile.

“Baby,” he tried to mumble between the ropes between his lips.

I pulled down the twine and smile at him. “Hello, my warrior. Did you sleep well?”

Ares cleared his throat and rolls to his back, trying to stretch, which he fails miserably.

“Not really, just waiting on you, baby. Did you sleep okay? Work off that ambrosia?”

I giggled and kneeled before him, ready to untie the ropes that Dionysus had put on him, when I noticed just how ropes had been strategically wrapped around his thighs and lower stomach. It made his dick and balls look impossibly large, restrained, and I licked my lips at just how turned on it made me—more than it should.

I could play with them all I wanted and he couldn’t do a thing.

I was the one that got tied up—a lot. Ares enjoyed tying up his enemies and torturing them, but another fun thing he liked to do was tie me up, then edge me until I’m begging for mercy.

For once in my mate’s life, he was rendered completely helpless.

My sweet, sweet mate was about to get a taste of his own medicine.

“Hang on just a second here,” I cooed, trailing my freshly manicured nail down his cheek. “I think we can have some fun with this.”

Ares’ eager eyes widened with shock and his lips parted.

“What?” His voice rose too high and I couldn’t help but throw my head back in laughter at his surprise.

I let my dress wither away and let my leather, barbarian outfit appear, the same outfit that Juniper thought would be perfect to seduce Ares.

It worked too well, and he had that thing ripped off me in two seconds and did me in the hallway.

Now he can sit there and look at me in it. Something about a leather bralette, cuffs, and jingly anklets turns this man on something fierce.

Ares” eyes widened even further as he took in the sight of me in that revealing outfit, a mix of lust and shock clear on his face. I smirked and leaned down closer to him, running a gentle finger across his chest that was removing his white dress shirt. His bindings cut into the skin, causing him to groan.

“I think it’s about time we even the score, don’t you think, my mighty warrior?” I whispered; my voice filled with a playful challenge.

He tried to speak, but only managed a strained, “Mariah—what are you planning?”

I moved around him, standing above him on the stage now, my bare feet dancing across the hard floor. I willed a mattress under him. He let out a thankful sigh to get off the hard floor.

“Don’t worry,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “I won’t do anything to you that you haven’t done to me. Well—” I tapped my cheek. “I don’t have a prostate, but rubbing one should be similar to rubbing a clit right?”

“The fuck?!” Ares yelped.

I’ve done some kinky shit with Mariah. I’ve tied her up, done her ass, stuck things in her pussy, hell, stuck things in every damn hole. I’ve done things just short of sharing her body and I wasn’t about to fucking do that.

No one touches her but me.

But, her touching me, in places I haven’t been touched—I don’t know if I can handle that. It was all I could do to be tied up.

Technically, I didn’t have a damn choice, I was trying to calm myself with some breathing exercises. I didn’t need to panic; I didn’t need to show her I was a pussy.

Wrong word, I shouldn’t say pussy, I didn’t need to show her I was a pansy, some delicate flower, but shit, up my ass? We haven’t stuck anything up my ass.

I’ve never thought about it. It was about getting her off and putting my dick inside her and doing some fun shit that we both liked.

I watched as she grabbed a bottle of lube from her bag that magically appeared, never taking her eyes off me, and poured some into her hand. I could feel my heart racing, my body tensing up in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Mariah’s gaze was intense, her eyes filled with desire and curiosity. “I’m going to touch you,” she said, her voice deep and seductive. “Just trust me, okay?”

“Fuck,” I muttered again, trying to stay calm. I trusted her, but my body was betraying me, tensing up and sending adrenaline coursing through my veins.

She willed my clothes off me.

This was it. I was totally fucking naked, wrapped in ropes that I couldn”t move, while she was clothed and in a Thanatos’ fucking ballroom.

Fates alive.

Her hand touched my leg, and I screamed like a tiny girl.

Mariah laughed, shaking her head. “Baby, I just touched your leg. We are going slow.”

Mariah slowly reached down and took hold of my shaft. I was already hard, my come leaking down my length. She stroked my girth gently, her touch sending shivers down my body. I ignored the sounds of her breathing, trying to focus on the feeling of her hand moving over my body. I could feel my cock growing harder in her hand, straining against the ropes that bound me.

“Mariah,” I groaned, my voice barely audible over the thudding of my heart. She was pushing, trying to get me to ignore what she was about to do.

Mariah’s fingers glided down my shaft, tracing the veins and pulsing blood vessels that ran along its length. She stopped at the base, where my balls hung heavy and full, and gently cupped them in her hand. I let out a soft moan, feeling the warmth of her touch on my most sensitive areas.

I tugged against the ropes, hearing them groan.

She leaned forward, her breath hot and heavy against my sensitive skin, and licked the sensitive spot beneath my shaft. I jumped, my entire body tensing as her tongue danced over my most vulnerable area.

“Oh, baby,” I rasped, my voice barely there. She was close, so damn close to the damn no-no zone Uriel talked about.

“Trust me, Ares,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to love this.”

Her free hand found my ass, and she spread my cheeks, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin. I tried to pull away, but the ropes held me tight.

“Mariah, I don’t know about this,” I said, my voice sounding strained and uncertain. But my cocked loved it and a deep part of me loved it too.

If I told her no, yelled out red, this would all be over. We have gone over our safe word dozens of times and part of me wanted to experience this. The other part was fucking scared. If I wasn’t bound, I’d bend her the fuck over and plow her ass so I didn’t have to deal with my feelings.

“Just relax, my brawny warrior,” she coddled me, her voice low and calming. “It’ll be okay.” Her eyes fixed on mine and it made it all the more intense.

Then she got closer, her slick finger covered in lube. I closed my eyes, trying to prepare myself for whatever was about to happen. I could feel the lube on her feminine but strong fingers as she slicked them up, readying herself.

With a deep breath, she massaged her finger against the puckered muscle. I tensed, expecting pain, but I felt a strange, indescribable sensation. It wasn’t pleasure, but it wasn’t painful either. It was somewhere in between—a sensation that I had never experienced before.

Mariah paused, waiting for me to adjust to the feeling. “So you don’t mind, huh?” she teased, her voice filled with excitement.

“Mmmph,” I groaned, my voice muffled by confusion. I wasn’t sure how to react to the sensation, but I couldn’t deny that it was... interesting.

Slowly, she pushed her finger inside me, taking her time to let me get used to the sensation. I gritted my teeth, tensing up as she continued to insert her finger gradually, feeling my insides stretch and adjust to the invasion.

“Wow, your ass is so tight,” Mariah murmured, her voice filled with awe and excitement as she watched my reaction. “Even tighter than I thought.”

I groaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming me. This wasn’t that horrible, but it certainly wasn’t pleasure, either. But I trusted Mariah completely, so I allowed her to continue. She drifted her finger in and out of me, each movement causing a strange mix of discomfort and arousal within me.

Then she massaged something inside me as she moved her fingers in and out of my ass. She coated her fingers with more lube as she did and fuck it was feeling so damn good.

“Is that better?” she asked, her voice laced with concern and a hint of mischief. “You’re such a good boy, Ares.”

“Mmmph,” I grunted again, not knowing how to respond. I was so lost in my body’s sensations that I couldn’t form a coherent thought. I just let out a string of unintelligible sounds as Mariah continued to explore my fucking asshole.

Shit.

She added a second finger, stretching me further, and I tried to relax, to let go of the control I had always held so tightly. Fuck, it was so damn hard.

“Let me in, Ares. You can do this, I know you want to feel good, I can feel it through our bond.”

I let out a shaky breath, watching her between my legs.

Fuck, fuck, not my proudest position.

I relaxed my body, and she pushed in deeper.

Shit.

“You’re so responsive, Ares,” Mariah whispered, her voice full of wonder and desire. “You’re such a fucking warrior, laying on your back, all tied up for me like this. I’m so proud of you.”

I groaned, trying to tell her I wasn’t a good warrior. I was greedy, selfish, and wanted to pillage her ass for doing this. But that damn it, this was feeling too damn good to ignore.

I was also trying to learn to let go, let Mariah take the lead. Because she was a warrior herself and I had denied her all these years to take over me.

Now I’m wondering why I haven’t let her do it before.

I arched my back, silently begging for more. “Please, Mariah,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing.

Her fingers were everywhere, stroking my prostate, teasing my sensitive areas, and driving me insane with desire. I could feel the ropes binding me digging into my thighs, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was her touch and the way it was making me feel.

“Are you ready for this?” Mariah asked, her eyes burning with curiosity and anticipation.

“Fuck, yes,” I gasped, my body begged for release.

With a wicked grin, Mariah licked her lips and wrapped those pouty lips around the head of my dick.

Holy mother Rhea.

My whole body felt a rush as my ass and dick convulsed. The universe exploded around me louder than any explosion I have ever heard. I could feel everything, her touch, her tongue, her fingers, her desire. Mariah hummed, swallowing my load far too large for one or two gulps, and she swarmed her tongue around the sensitive head.

My entire body tensed, muscles flexing involuntarily as the pleasure washed over me as mini orgasms fell over me. I moaned in ecstasy, my voice echoing in the room as I surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. I could feel Mariah’s fingers still inside me, massaging my prostate and milking me dry.

Time appeared to freeze as I indulged in the most intense orgasm of my life, feeling every cell in my body tremble with the power of my climax. As my body calmed down, I could feel Mariah’s grip on me loosen, her mouth slowly detaching from my throbbing shaft.

I lay there, panting heavily, my body still trembling.

What. The. Fuck.

“What a big bad, warrior you are,” Mariah giggled, wiping her fingers clean with a cloth. “I think you are ready for the next step.”

I groaned and tried to move my body, but with the ropes, it was useless.

“I think it’s time we try this bad boy.” Mariah holds up a bright pink strap-on dildo and my eyes go fucking wide.

Fucking hell.