In the Land of Gods and Monsters, Part Two (Gods & Monsters Book 2)

by Carmen Jenner

  He takes a bottle of lubricant from off the counter and squirts it over the ball, coating the steel in the glistening substance, all in my line of view. This is how he likes to torment me—with the promise of both pleasure and pain. A warm finger runs along the seam of my sex, quickly dipping inside my vagina before the cool metal teases the flesh of my ass. I clench my cheeks as tightly as I can when I’m spread and bound the way I am. A sticky hand comes down on my rump, and I gasp.

  “Relax and breathe. I won’t hesitate to shove it inside any way I can, but this way will certainly be more pleasurable for you.”

  A shudder runs through me, and I exhale slowly and let the tension shift from my body.

  “Good.” He pushes against my tight ring of muscle, and all at once the resistance is gone. The hook slips inside, and I moan. He gives it a little tug. My pussy clenches. He grabs my hair and pulls it so my neck is thrown back at an unnatural angle. With a little maneuvering, the collar is tied to the loop of the hook. I can move, but only just. My whole body is bound, my ass in the air, and my face tilted up to him.

  Ares moves to an armoire a few feet from the bench and opens the top drawer. He pulls out a ball gag with the ball missing. In its place is a thick black dildo. I shake my head, but the collar binds me in place.

  “No, Sir, please?”

  “You know why you’re here, Pet.”

  “Please,” I sob as tears well in my eyes.

  “We’ll discuss your reservations about Israel later. For now, you need to be punished for disrespecting your Sir.”

  I cry softly, begging him to forgive me, to release me.

  “If you’re going to act like a mouthy little brat, I’ll stuff you so full you won’t be able to disrespect me. Open wide.”

  I try to keep my mouth closed, but I can do nothing tied down like this. Fighting him will lead to even more punishment, and I’ve already been bad enough. I open for him, and he strokes my cheek. “Good girl.”

  He shoves the dildo inside my mouth and buckles the straps at the back of my head. It doesn’t quite reach the end of my throat, so I don’t gag and choke on it the way I would his cock. It’s not comfortable though. I can’t swallow. I suck air in through my nose and attempt to calm my flighty heart.

  Ares grabs my face in his hands and tilts my head as far as it will go. The dildo pushes in deeper, the hook in my ass shifts, and I moan. Ares adjusts the rope connecting the hook to my collar, and I’m forced into this position permanently. My shoulders burn, my neck and spine ache, and my pussy is begging for him to fuck me. To my mortification, I’m soaking wet, something my Sir doesn’t miss because his fingers delve inside, and he fucks me roughly with them until my body trembles with the first promise of orgasm.

  My Sir is not that forgiving. He walks away to the other side of the room. A beat later, Ares makes his way to me, wielding two floggers from the wall. He moves his wrists in a figure-eight motion. There’s no real force behind it, but the smooth leather stings as he strikes my skin over and over, first at my upper back and shoulders and then my sides. Finally, he takes the weapons to my ass, pussy, and thighs. He concentrates most of his attention on my clit, and I breathe in sharp pants as drool runs from around the gag and tears stream from my face. “I want you to remember this the next time you think about disrespecting me, Pet. Remember this feeling of being worked up and worked over, and unable to come for hours.”

  I murmur around the gag.

  “You will be able to move in tiny increments. The anal hook in your ass will shift if you manage to move your upper body. You’ll be able to fuck yourself. Not well. Not anywhere near enough to ensure you get off, but if by chance you do manage to, you are not permitted to come. And I will know if you come, Pet. So, take your punishment like a good girl, and you might still be allowed in my bed tonight and not end up in that cage over there.”

  Hot tears spill down my face as he leans over me from behind. His sure fingers glide back and forth over my labia, sending a shudder through me.

  “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to visit with my little Achilles.”

  No! I scream against my gag, but it’s unintelligible. He leaves the room, shutting the door quietly behind him, and I fall apart.

  I work against the hook, straining my body, loving the slide of the ball inside me, but it’s not enough. I’m spent, angry, frustrated, and sad. I can’t stop thinking about him and Israel. Is he fucking the younger slave right now? Is my Sir holding the boy in his arms and telling him how much he missed him? Will he cast me aside now his fuck toy is here? How long will I be forced to stay in this room? Will Ares make me sleep in the cage tonight while Israel lies with my Sir in our bed?

  I hate him. I hate them both. It’s just as well I’m tied up, because if I weren’t, I might actually live up to the bad girl label my Sir is so quick to slap me with.

  ***

  I can’t get comfortable. My whole body burns from the awkward pose, and when the door clicks open behind me, I gasp in relief because I’m so grateful my Sir is returning to free me. Only, when I strain my neck and the man comes into view, I shriek.

  Israel stands naked beside me. “Sir asked me to come check on you.”

  He’s not your Sir. He’s mine. I mumble around the gag, but I may as well not have said anything at all.

  “I know you don’t like me.” He trails soft fingertips over my spine. I flinch and try to move away, but I’m not going anywhere. Ares’ binds make sure of it. “I know you think I hate you too, but it’s not true.”

  He slides his hand down my ass cheek and pinches. I jerk against my restraints. “I’ll admit, I’m jealous of you. But I admire you.”

  His hand carves a path across my ass to the hook. He tugs it gently. The ball inside me bottoms out, and my pussy tightens, begging for more. I moan.

  “I admire your bravery. I admire the fact that you came back to him willingly when you had your freedom, and I admire this pussy of yours because it’s been the only one I’ve wanted to fuck since I was a boy.”

  His finger trails lower, dipping into my sex. I don’t want him to touch me there, but it feels so good. I rock my hips in time with his exploring fingers. He laughs, and shame floods my face. “You really are a spoiled brat, aren’t you?”

  I shout and attempt to shake my head, and move away from his ministrations, but I can’t.

  “Shh. I’m going to make you come, and you’re going to remember this small mercy, and eventually, you’re going to let me fuck you. Not because Ares commands it, but because you want it.” He glides his finger over my clit, fast. Too fast. It causes my legs to shake. He pulls away, and his thumb enters my pussy, plunging deep. With his free hand, he slides his thumb and forefinger around the hood of my clit and pinches, repeatedly jerking the sensitive flesh.

  My whole body tremors, and I cry out behind my gag. Fresh tears spring from my eyes and roll off my cheeks and jaw.

  Everything is electric, light and pain, as my muscles spasm and cramp with their awkward position. Pleasure is swift but fleeting. It’s gone too soon, and when he eases his fingers from my body and bends to lick along the slick line of my sex, I buck against my restraints.

  “Mmm. Still tastes just as sweet as the last time, Pet.” He bends over me, his pressure on my back, forcing me to feel caged between him and the chair I’m strapped to. His erection presses against the soft flesh of my ass, grinding the hook deeper inside. I sob against my gag and whimper, wishing he’d leave or take mercy on me and make me come again. Wishing my Master didn’t love to punish me so with a man I despise, and one he seems to love so much.

  “I can’t wait until he lets me fuck you. Can you imagine it, Pet? Me in your ass while our Sir takes your pussy? I can. I’ve thought about it often since your stay at The Ranch. Afterward, I’d lick the taste of you off his cock, I’d savor every drop, but more than that, I’d savor the look on your face when he comes in my mouth and forces you to watch.” His satisfied laughter fills the room.
“I know you don’t like me, but you’ll learn to. I promise.”

  His weight shifts off me, and I can breathe again. I hate Ares for leaving me here like this, for letting Israel toy with me, for bringing me here in the first place. And I hate Israel for making me love his touches, his weight on my back, and the promise of all the dirty things he wants to do to me, because despite how I loathe him, I want to let him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Ares

  Israel closes the door and leans his forehead against it.

  “Did you have fun?” I seethe.

  “Did you?” He doesn’t face me, but I see the hint of a smile on his lips from my position against the wall. “I assume you watched.”

  “I did.”

  “And did you enjoy it, Sir? Seeing me make your little whore come?”

  I swallow the distance between us and grab him by the throat. I shove him back against the door, and he lets out an audible oomph, but his smug grin remains firmly in place. “You weren’t supposed to make her come, and you tasted her.”

  “Wasn’t I? I don’t recall you saying that, Sir.”

  “Don’t get fucking cute with me, Achilles. I can smell her cunt on your breath.”

  “Why don’t you kiss me, and you can taste her too?”

  “Stop playing games.” I slam him against the door. It creaks. Israel’s eyes light up. I let go of his throat and step back.

  “I thought you liked games?”

  “No, I like obedient slaves. You are far from obedient. Texas has let you rule The Ranch, and you’ve forgotten your place because of it.”

  “I haven’t forgotten my place,” he whispers, and sinks to the floor at my feet. “It’s always been beneath you, Sir. At your feet, and under you.”

  My stomach twists with guilt, and I slide my fingers into his hair, and tilt his chin up to me.

  “I know you love her,” he whispers. “But you loved me once too.”

  I tighten my grip in his hair, because I feel as if I’m losing my grip on reality. Did Hermes send for Israel as some sort of payback? “Stop.”

  “It’s true, Sir. We both know it.”

  “I told you to fucking stop.”

  “I can’t. I tried to stop loving you, but I can’t, and neither will she. If she survives Vladik, if she leaves you, she’ll never stop loving you. Just like I’ve never stopped, even after you gave me away.”

  I jerk my hand free of his hair and step back, glaring down at his unnaturally pale eyes, his shock of thick black hair, and the angelic face of a boy who became my ruin. I walk away, because if I don’t, I’ll live to regret it, but he might not.

  “You can’t run from us, Sir. Not from her, and not from me. You created us. You made our hunger. You knew when to feed it, and when to starve it just enough that a taste of your pain makes us feel alive again. You created us both, and now you’re giving us both away.”

  I drown out his words as best I can, but they follow me down the hall and into my room. They torment me long after my door has slammed shut.

  I watch Pet on the flat-screen above the fireplace. I want to go to her, remove her from the chair, and wrap her up and carry her to my bath where I’ll lie behind her and wash the sweat and tears and fear from her body, but I can’t do that. I need to ensure that I see through each punishment I mete out. Later, I’ll find a way to punish Israel too, but for now I watch Pet until her body goes lax and she settles into subspace.

  She stops moving, stops everything but the slow, steady inhalations of breath. Then, and only then do I leave my room and walk the hall back to her.

  If she’s aware of my presence, she doesn’t show it. I slide my hand along the sweat-soaked skin of her back. It’s not hot in this room, it’s perfectly temperate, but nothing gets sweat prickling along your back like fear and adrenalin, and of course, desire.

  She jerks when I touch her, and I shush her with a voice too graveled to be free of emotion. I think she knows it too. I loosen the knot forcing her head back, and a muffled cry escapes her. I unfasten the buckle and remove the gag. Saliva has pooled on the smooth leather surface beneath her head. She cries as she slowly opens and closes her mouth and her jaw makes several clicking sounds.

  “It hurts, doesn’t it, Pet?”

  “Y-yes,” she cries. “Yes, Sir.”

  “What did we learn from today’s lesson, little one?”

  “To obey, Sir. To never question you.”

  “Good.” I nod, smoothing the hair back from her face. “And what happens when you piss me off?”

  “I get punished, Sir.”

  “You get punished.” I run my hands down the length of her body. “Did you enjoy your little visit from Israel?”

  “No, Sir.”

  I scoff derisively. “Liar. I watched your face as you came, as he whispered dirty things in your ear. You don’t want to like him, but you do. I can tell.”

  “No.”

  “Don’t argue, Pet. We both know I’m right. It doesn’t make you any less mine because you like the way Israel touches you. I taught him everything he knows.”

  “Please, Sir, please can you untie me? I’m sorry I disobeyed you.”

  “Not yet, Pet. We’re not done.”

  “Sir?”

  “Shh. Don’t make me gag you again.” I grab the rope suspending her ass in the air and tug it. The hook inside her shifts, and she gasps. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Just wait until I get inside. Then you’ll really come to appreciate this punishment.”

  “Yes, Sir. Please?”

  “There’s my good little whore.” I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back, tugging on the hook at the same time. Her mouth drops open, her eyes roll back, and she closes her lids as fear and exultation war on her beautiful face.

  “I am going to fuck you hard, little one. I want you to remember your breath, remember what I taught you, and under no circumstances are you to come unless I tell you to.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I pull myself free of my jeans, collect a drop of precum from the head, and plunge deep inside her. The hook shifts against the thin walls of her pussy and I grab hold of it and use it for leverage as I thrust deeper, faster, until we’re both panting, and her cunt is so slick with need that I meet no resistance. She milks me from the inside, and I bring my hand down hard on her ass because she almost has me with that one little movement, and I’m not done yet. I am fucking far from done.

  “Don’t fucking toy with me, Pet. I am not in the mood for your shit. You don’t get to fuck me. I fuck you, remember?”

  I puncture every word with a hard thrust. Brutally and savagely, I take her over and over until she begs me to stop.

  “Please, Sir, please. I’m sorry. Please may I come?”

  “No. You already came once tonight without my permission.”

  “Please? Please?”

  “No.” I fuck into her, hard, until I can’t contain it any longer and I grab her arms and use them to fuck her faster. My dick jerks. Thick ropes of semen spill from me into her hot little cunt, and she cries as she milks every last drop until there’s nothing left. I collapse against her back, careful not the squash her, but feeling the lethargy of sleep and one extraordinarily long day pile on top of me. Just as I wasn’t done fucking her, I’m not done here yet either. It would be so easy to let sleep drag me under, but I can’t, because there’s the matter of her aftercare to tend to.

  I ease up off her and pull out, tucking myself back into my jeans. Then I untie the rope, and ease the hook from her body. She gasps as I pull it free. Her slick cunt clenches, and my seed spills free and drips on the hard leather with a heavy splat. “You’re creaming all over my chair, Pet. I’m going to need you to lick that up later.”

  She trembles, but doesn’t say a word.

  I unfasten the ropes and make light work of her bindings. She’s been in them for an hour and a half, no more, but it’s an eternity to a submissive. Her body will be aching with pins and needles as
the feeling starts to flow back in. Her limbs fall heavily as she tries to scramble off the bed, and she almost topples, but I have her. I take her weight and lower her to the floor, wrapped in my arms as I knead her abused muscles. She sobs, heartrending and guttural sounds that come from deep within. It’s not unusual for her to behave this way, or for any sub to do so, really. The power exchange can be a heady mix. Pet naturally wants to please me, but she struggles to assert her own dominance, and her dominion over herself. It’s why she pushes so hard, and pushes every single one of my buttons in the process.

  I stroke her hair and body as she leans into me. I let her cry, because it’s how she processes everything I do to her. She should have run when she saw me in the dressing room. She should have never agreed to come willingly, but then, as she said before, she never had the choice. I’d made it for her long before I snuck backstage. Nothing she could have said or done would have made me change my mind. I wanted her. I still want her, even now, even when she drives me to madness. I’ll always want her.

  I ease myself away from her and stand. She protests, but I’m only leaving to tend to her needs. She knows I would never leave her here without proper aftercare. I’ve done it only once, and I’ll regret that as long as I live because I caused her trust in me to falter.

  As quickly as I can, I grab a blanket from the nearby cupboard, a cool bottle of water, and a banana from the bar fridge. I wrap her in the blanket, cocooning her in the soft mink. I slide my legs either side of hers and pull her back to me. Then I make her drink a little and feed her some of the banana.

  She’s still shaking when she leans against my chest and I murmur in her ear and tell her she’s a good girl. My perfect girl. I slip my hands beneath the blanket and smooth them over the skin of her abdomen. She closes her eyes and I rock the heel of my hand against her pubic bone, making her moan and arch up into me. Gently, I slide my middle and index finger between her labia and stroke her clit, skating my fingers back and forth, pinching the silky flesh and delicate nerve endings together. I don’t draw out her pleasure. Even I’m not that cruel. Instead, I do the complete opposite and make her come fast and easy. She hardly makes a sound save for one keening little cry.