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18. Emma 🌶️

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.