Ares isn't home when I get there. I check my phone and I don't have any missed calls or texts.

I text him, wondering where he is. He doesn't respond, so I decide to shower and change.

As the water runs down my body, my mind wanders. I can't stop thinking about the interview, and how well it went. I'm hopeful that I got the internship. If I did, that would be huge. It would be a huge step in my career.

As the hot water cascades over my skin, I can't help but think about Ares. About the way he makes me feel. About the way he touches me, kisses me, fucks me.

My hands travel down my body, between my legs. I moan softly as my fingers brush against my clit. I close my eyes, imagining it's Ares's hands on me. His lips on my neck.

My sex drive has reawakened since Ares came into my life. He has awakened a need in me that I didn't know was there. A need for pleasure. A need to be dominated.

Ares knows how to touch me. How to bring me to the brink of ecstasy and back down again. He knows how to read my body, how to tease me, how to make me beg.

I slip a finger inside myself, moaning at the feeling. My hips rock against my hand.

"Fuck," I murmur, the pleasure building.

I add another finger, moving faster. My head falls back, and I let out a whimper.

"Being a naughty girl, are we? Touching yourself without me."

My eyes snap open, seeing Ares standing in my bathroom. His dark gaze is fixed on me, and I can feel his desire.

"Remember what happens to naughty girls?" he asks, his voice husky.

I pull my fingers from myself, my body aching for his touch.

"They get punished," I breathe. I love being a good girl for him, but I love being punished by him as well. My pussy throbs at the thought of being spanked again. Who would have thought I would have a spanking kink?

Ares takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to turn off the water. He pulls me to him, his lips capturing mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, exploring.

His hands travel down my body, his fingertips ghosting over my breasts, my waist, my hips. His touch always feels like fire on my skin. I crave him deep in my bones.

He lifts me, his hands cupping my ass. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck. He carries me to the guest room, his makeshift bedroom during his stay.

The water droplets that still cling to me soak his clothes, but he doesn't seem to care.

He all but tosses me down on the bed, his hands immediately roaming my body. He likes to touch me as much as I like him touching me. His touch is intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. He's touching everywhere but the places where I want to feel him the most.

I'm squirming, needy. And he knows it. He's doing this on purpose. He loves when I'm a needy little mess for him.

My nipples harden under his touch, aching for his mouth. He trails kisses down my neck, my collarbone, my chest. Finally, he takes a nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak. Then he bites down, hard. I cry out, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending sparks through my body.

Ares releases my nipple and looks up at me, his dark eyes hungry. "How should I punish you this time? Should I spank you again?"

I thought he already was punishing me. But I will gladly take that spanking. I nod my head eagerly.

He runs his hand down my stomach, his fingers grazing the top of my sex. "Or should I tie you up and edge you for hours without letting you come?"

What? No! That isn't the punishment I want.

I squirm under his touch, desperate for release.

"Tsk, tsk. Not yet, little one."

He continues teasing me, his fingers slipping inside me. He expertly works my body, bringing me to the edge, then pulling back.

I moan, arching against him.

"Mmm. Edging it is." He pulls his fingers out of me, walking to the dresser and coming back with a silk tie. He quickly binds my wrists to the bedpost, his eyes locked on mine.

"Can't have you touching yourself again. At least not until I allow it."

He steps back, admiring me. I'm naked and bound, my body aching for him.

I've never been tied up before, but I have to say, I don't think I have ever been this turned on in my life. I yank at the tie, but it's tight, not budging an inch. The silk tightens around my wrists with every movement, but it isn't painful.

He walks back over, his fingers dancing along my skin. He runs his hand down my neck, my chest, my stomach, until it finally reaches my sex, and he circles my clit, causing a gasp to escape from between my lips.

He leans down, his lips brushing against mine. "Do you want me to fuck you, little one?"

"Yes," I moan, arching into him. I dont just want him to fuck me, I need him to fuck me. I need him buried so deep in me that we forget where he begins and I end.

A smirk twitches on his lips. "Too bad. Only good girls get fucked."

He continues teasing, his fingers moving in maddening circles. I squirm, desperate for release. My whole body is writhing.

The moment he slides two fingers inside me, pumping them slowly, I gasp, my hips bucking. He curls his fingers, hitting a spot that makes me see stars.

He's going to kill me. Can someone die from needing to be railed? Because I might just be the first.

His movements are slow, rhythmic, drawing out the torture. He watches my face, his eyes drinking in every expression. I'm so fucking close. My orgasm is right there. But Ares pulls out, not allowing me to come.

I scream, frustrated. "Please," I beg, desperate for relief. My skin buzzes, overstimulated. My whole body seems to be pulsing.

Ares just chuckles, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I love hearing you beg. But you better watch your tone, baby girl. There is a thin line between begging and demanding. And only one of us is allowed to give demands."

Before I can reply, he swiftly dips his head between my legs, his tongue sliding against my sex. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming. He laps at my most sensitive parts. I writhe against him, lost in the pleasure.

"Please, I need to come. I'm so close," I gasp, pulling against the restraints. I can't take much more of this. "I'll be a good girl. The best girl. I won't tough myself ever again if you tell me not to. Please let me come." My words are strained, punctuated by whines and gasps as Ares's tongue continues its assault.

He looks up, his dark eyes locking with mine. I think he's about to give him, but his one word feels like a punch to my stomach. "No."

I want to scream, I want to cry. My legs wrap around his neck almost of their own accord, trying to press him closer. Trying to take the release I need. Without even breaking contact between his tongue and my throbbing, sore flesh, he grips my thighs in his hands, spreading them and pushing my knees toward my face.

He continues working me with his tongue, bringing me to the edge, then backing off. The torture is sweet and cruel, and I'm powerless to do anything but submit to it. I'm so wet it's dripping down me. I swear there must be a puddle forming on the bed.

Tears form in the corners of my eyes. Just when I think I can't take anymore, Ares pulls away, a satisfied smirk on his face. He stands up, towering over me.

He looks fucking gorgeous. His dark hair is disheveled, his lips are red and swollen. My wetness coats his mouth, his beard.

"Do you think you've had enough? Do you think you've earned the right to come?"

I nod eagerly, panting.

"Are you going to be a good girl from here on out? No more touching yourself without permission."

"Yes," I agree, breathless.

Ares reaches up, undoing the restraints. I rub my wrists, grateful for the reprieve. But it's short-lived when he wraps it around my neck, gently tugging on the tie.

"Remind me of your safe word," he says, his voice low and husky.

"Red," I murmur, although I'm not sure I would ever use it.

"That's right. If it becomes too much, use it. And if you can't talk, double tap on my arm."

"I will."

He crawls over me, keeping the end of the tie in his grip. He kisses me, his lips soft and gentle. I melt into him, my body responding instantly.

I moan into his mouth, my hips rocking against him. His cock is hard, pressing against my core. I'm so wet, and needy, and overstimulated. I need him now.

"Fuck me, please," I beg, arching into him.

"Since you asked so nicely..."

He thrusts into me, his cock filling me completely. I cry out, the feeling of him stretching me is delicious. He starts moving, his thrusts slow and deliberate. He pulls at the tie causing it to tighten more around my neck. I can still breathe, but barely. His eyes never leave mine.

"Is this what you want? To be used like a toy? To be fucked until you can't walk?" he growls.

I moan, my head spinning from the pleasure and lack of oxygen. I do love this. Not just the sex, but being fucked. Being used as an object for his pleasure.

"You look so good like this, baby girl. Tied up, writhing beneath me, begging for my cock. You're fucking beautiful."

I whimper, his words sending a thrill through me. I'm so close. So fucking close. My walls pulse around him, gripping him.

He thrusts harder, faster, his cock slamming into me. I cry out, the pleasure building. Just a little bit more, that's all I need. My body is beyond writhing, it is full on shaking, convulsing.

"That's right, baby. Come for me," he commands, his voice gruff. "Let me feel you break, let my dick drown in orgasm."

His hand tightens around the tie, cutting off more of my air supply. I can't breathe, but it feels so fucking good. The only thing I can feel is him. His hand gripping my shoulder, holding me into place as he fucks me. His large, hard cock sliding in and out of me. Every nerve ending I have is attached to him.

I'm so close, almost there. One more thrust, that's all I need. He slams into me and that does it. I come hard, my body shuddering. White stars dance behind my eyes as my orgasm crashes through me. Ares fucks me through it, his pace never faltering.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs, his voice full of praise. "I love the feeling of you coming on my cock."

He keeps going, drawing out my orgasm. He is relentless, fucking me hard and fast. His hipbones are bruising my thighs. He grips the tie, keeping the pressure around my neck, but not too tight. My body is overstimulated and exhausted, but I can't stop. I don't want it to end.

He pounds into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. I cry out, the pleasure and pain mixing, intensifying. My whole body trembles, the pleasure building toward another orgasm.

Ares grunts, his cock throbbing inside me. "Fuck, I'm close," he groans, his words coming out as gasps.

I'm right there with him.

"Come for me, baby. One more time. I want to feel you come on my cock."

I gasp, my eyes rolling back. My orgasm slams into me, my body tensing and arching against him. He pounds into me, chasing his own release.

"That's right, little one. Milk my cock. Fuck, you're so fucking perfect," he groans, his voice strained.

His thrusts become erratic, his cock throbbing inside me. With a grunt, he spills his seed, filling me. His grip on the tie loosens and I gasp for air. It stings. We're both panting, our bodies slick with sweat. He collapses on top of me, pressing me into the mattress, his weight comforting and warm.

"This is probably something we should have talked about before, but um, I'm going to need a Plan B pill," I say, still panting.

I wasn't having a ton of sexual interactions before my mom's wedding, and when I did, we always used protection. I haven't been on birth control since high school because it was messing with my hormones. I didn't think about birth control the first time we had sex, but he had pulled out.

This time, though, as soon as he came in me, it was like a switch flipped.

He looks down at me, his brow furrowing. "You're not on birth control?"

I shake my head, "No. I went off when I was a teenager. My hormones were getting screwed up. It's not like I needed it, you know? I wasn't having sex, so..."

"Shit," he says, pulling out of me. "I'm sorry, Emma. I should have thought about that."

"It's okay. We'll figure it out. There's a CVS nearby. I can get a pill."

"I'll go get it for you," he says, grabbing his clothes and dressing.

"No, no. I'll do it. It's okay," I insist, attempting to sit up.

He finishes getting dressed, then looks at me. "Baby girl, it's the least I can do. I'm the one who was thinking with my dick and didn't bother asking if I could come in you. That's something we should have talked about beforehand. I was just caught up in the moment. When I get back, we need to sit down and have a serious talk."

I swallow thickly, wondering what all he wants to talk about. He leans down and kisses me, then heads toward the door.

I lay there for a moment, my body pleasantly sore. My fingertips skim against my neck, where the tie was, the skin is sore and sensitive. I guarantee there will be a mark.

About twenty minutes later, Ares walks back in, a smile on his face. "Alright, I got you the pill. It says you should take within forty-eight hours, but I figured the sooner the better. And here is some water to wash it down with."

"Thank you." I take the pill, chasing it with the water.

"And I bought these. I wasn't sure what kind you liked, so I bought one of each."

I look down and see a bag of chocolate bars. My heart swells.

"You didn't have to do that."

He shrugs. "It's nothing. I just wanted to do something nice for you."

"Well, thank you."

He stands there, staring at me expectantly.

"What?" I ask, laughing.

"Well, which one do you like? Or do you want all three?"

I hadn't realized he was actually waiting for an answer. His eyes are big and expectant.

"No, no. Just one is fine," I say, picking up the dark chocolate bar. "This is my favorite."

"Perfect. Now, how about you get dressed and we can have that talk. I can't focus when you're sitting there naked."