The new servants that fill the halls hate me. And I hate myself too. We both agree that I'm not made for the life that Ares demands to provide, "Are you okay love?"

"Trying to be okay. Things are feeling different for some reason. I'm excited to meet the pack, however I'm nervous about the challenges."

"Don't worry about me, love. I have no worries about such things. Come, let's get you settled." He grabs a the bags from the front door choosing to carry them himself instead of letting the help do it.

Their glares are ever present as we walk, but Ares pays no mind walking us into our bedroom. I go to flop on the bed, but a small velvet box stops me, "Ares?"

I point at the box, he laughs walking over to it handing it over. The soft container drops into my hand, "A replacement for the ring he stole from you."

I pop open the top, this ring much more my style compared to the last, "You didn't have to..."

"But I did. Human customs are important to you, and engagement is the next step." He wraps his arms around me dragging me back down onto the bed. I let myself curl into his warmth. I feel kisses pepper over my neck, hands sliding down to massage my thighs.

"Is that right Alpha?" I moan pressing myself back. My ass rubs over his crotch, his attention completely focusing on me.

He moves his hand under my shirt rolling at my nipple. My mumbles of pleasure slowly become louder as my body readies for him.

"Get on your knees." He slips off the bed allowing me to change my position. Ares walks over to his closet grabbing something. When he turns, his hands hold a blindfold, the other a vibrator. He takes his time walking back letting me build apprehension. I haven't experienced much toy play, but from his look I know I can't deny it.

The blind fold is slipped over my eyes. Total darkness envelopes me. He drops the vibrator on the bed, helping me out of my clothes. Once I'm naked, he lays me back. I feel his hands press my knees apart then grab my wrists to hold them over my head. The feeling of not being able to see or touch drives me wild.

How come I haven't done this before? Ares holds complete control over me. His free hand runs over my body, pinching rubbing anything that feels so fucking good. When I try to curl up he sets my hips down not letting me move from my position, "Be quiet or I stop."

The buzz of the vibrator is the only confirmation I receive before its pressed against my clit. I have to fight the moan that wracks through me, this little devil stirring something within me I haven't felt in a while, "Quiet Veronica."

He presses his tip against me, rolling his hips in a steady motion while keeping the vibrator on me. The pleasure that works through me is unbearable. I can't keep myself together as I rock my hips with me. He uses his hips to keep me contained, but it doesn't work as well as he hoped.

My need is demanding, and he's more than willing to give in. My orgasm builds, my heart racing. He lets me have it, it tears through me stilling any movements. I have to hold still and let it take over my body. Too much. Fuck. Too much.

Ares comes with me, his pleasure filling me up, "Good girl."

Who would've thought I have a praise kink.