AGAIN

The first thing I felt was the cold. I was no longer wrapped up in Ares's arms. My eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit room.

The room was made up with clean linen, dark wood, and the scent of sandalwood and something earthy.

Apollo.

This must be Apollo's suite, the smell of him lingered everywhere. To think, there used to be a time when he was my favorite.

His bedsheets felt cold against my skin, reminding me that I was still naked. The memories of the previous night came rushing through my mind.

The feeling of being filled and used by them was still so fresh in my head. It was a memory that sent a fresh wave of lust rushing through me.

The bathroom door opened. Apollo appeared in the doorway, he was dressed in tailored black trousers and nothing else. His bare chest was covered in tiny droplets of blood.

His eyes pinned me to my spot. "You're awake." He acknowledged. "Get up."

A light rested between my brows. I pushed myself up nevertheless, carefully slipping out of bed. My legs were still shaking and my body ached in the most delicious ways.

"Where's Atlas and-"

Get in the shower. Now." He coldly interrupted my question. He turned and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

I took a hesitant step forward before following him into the bathroom. I found him inside, the water rippling off his shoulders. He had his back turned to me as I stepped inside the steam-filled room.

"Come here," he said, keeping his voice low. I stepped under the warm water, flinching as it hit my skin.

Apollo turned and slowly ran his gaze over me, from the marks on my neck, to the faint redness on my inner thighs.

He pulled me closer to him, until my nipples were pressed up against his muscled chest. He reached for a bottle of sandalwood-scented soap. He poured a generous amount onto his palm. He worked it into a lather, his eyes never leaving mine.

Then his hands landed on my shoulders. He gently pushed me until my back was against the cool marble wall.

He began to wash me with possessive hands. His palms smoothed over my collarbones, and down my arms.

He tilted my head before leaning down, his lips brushing against mine. He cupped my breasts, the soap making his grip slippery. His thumbs rubbed over my nipples and a soft gasp escaped my mouth.

When he turned her back to face him, his hands went to her breasts.

He leaned down to my ear. "My turn," he whispered, his words vibrating against my wet skin.

His mouth left my ear and trailed down my neck. He found a fresh spot, just above my collarbone. He sucked the skin between his teeth.

A bright pain shot through but instantly turned to a throbbing pleasure. My hands landed on his chest, my fingers sliding on his wet skin.

He didn't stop, he kept sucking until the skin felt raw and feverish. He released the skin with a wet sound, moving an inch to the left to begin again.

He was branding me in the one place a dress wouldn’t hide.

He marked me again, and again, leaving a path of bruises along my shoulder and neck. Each bite made my hips jerk forward.

"Turn around," he growled his hands dropping from my hardened nipples. I obeyed, pressing my palms flat against the marble.

I shuddered as I felt him stepping closer. His hand came down on my ass.

Smack.

The sound echoed through the bathroom, and a stinging sensation bloomed on my skin.

Smack. On the other cheek.

Smack. Higher on my sensitive skin.

He continued spanking me in a slow rhythm. His large hand covered a shocking amount of my ass. With each strike, I felt myself grow wetter.

By the time he stopped, my ass was throbbing. He smoothed his palm over my sensitive skin before giving it a rough squeeze.

"Good," he murmured. He rinsed the soap from my body before turning off the water. He wrapped me in a warmed towel before leading me back inside the bedroom.

A black set of lingerie lay at the foot of his bed. He pointed at it. "Put it on."

"Right here?" I asked in disbelief.

A smirk curved the corner of his mouth. "I've already seen it all."

My cheeks flushed red. He was right, but the way he said it made me feel like some common whore.

I dried myself before slipping into the lacy set. It was strange, wearing this made me feel more naked than I was before.

"You were covered in blood," I stated, remembering his earlier state. "Did something happen?"

"Business," Apollo blankly stated. He had taken a seat in an armchair by the window. He was fully dressed now in a fresh shirt, his legs spread.

"Come here."

I walked to him, the cool air from the AC forming goosebumps on my skin. I stopped in front of him. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down until I stood between his knees.

He looked up at me, his eyes darkening.

"These," he said, his fingers hooking into the sides of the lace panties, "are in my way." With a rough tug, he shoved the fabric aside, exposing me completely.

He didn't remove them, he just moved them out of his way. One of his hands settled on my hip, holding me still. His other hand came up, his thumb finding my already swolled clit.

He locked his gaze on mine as he began to rub. He made torturously slow circles on my sensitive bud. My knees buckled but he held me up with ease.

My breath hitched as his rhythm became faster. He watched me unravel. He smirked before stilling his thumb against my clit. I needy whine escaped my lips. My hips began to move in shameless circles against his hand.

He slowly started rubbing my clit again, the smile never leaving his face as he spread my swollen lips. A low moan escaped my throat.

"That's it. Give it to me." He rasped, breath fanning my slick folds. His thumb circled my clit harder and faster.

The orgasm broke over me. A wave of pleasure ripped through me. My vision blurred as pleasure pulsed through my whole body.

He didn't stop rubbing my clit until I was shuddering and my climax was over. Before the last tremor faded, he reached into the side table.

He pulled out an egg-shaped vibrator and a small black remote. He held my gaze as he pressed the smooth silicone against me.

I was still wet and quivering when he pushed the vibrator into me. The fit was snug, filling me completely.

"This stays in," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. He adjusted my panties back into place. He guided me to kneel on the rug at his feet.

"Until I say otherwise." He leaned back in his chair, keeping the remote in his hand. With a click of his thumb, the egg inside me came to life.

The vibration wasn't gentle. It was so deep, I could feel it in my bones. I jolted, a moan catching in my throat. The vibration was relentless, focusing exactly where I was still throbbing from my climax.

"Apollo," I breathed, my hands clutching at the rug.

He didn't say anything. He just the intensity up a notch. The vibration changed and became a sharper pulse. My back arched. A helpless moan tore from my lips as my juices soaked the lace.

The sensation was too much. I felt a different pressure building inside me. "Please," I whimpered, though I wasn't sure what exactly I was begging for.

He tilted his head, studying me in amusement. "What do you need, Princess?"

I couldn't form any words. The vibrator pulsed, and pulsed until the pressure broke. A gush of warm liquid rushed out of me, soaking through the lace of my panties and onto the rug beneath me.

A broken sob escaped me as I squirted.

Apollo clicked the remote off. The sudden silence was deafening. And I stayed there, trembling and soaked, in front of him.

He didn't move. He simply reached down, hooked a finger in the waistband of my ruined panties, and tugged the vibrator out.

He held it up, then pressed it back inside me with a deliberate slowness. "Again," he said, his thumb hovering over the remote.