Abigail

My hands flattened against the cool glass, my palms leaving faint prints as I stared down at the depraved spectacle playing out below us.

My cunt pulsed in anticipation as Finnegan pushed my legs apart with his until my thighs were so wide, I could feel the strain in my hips.

The cool air of the room brushed against my dripping cunt. I was completely exposed, pinned open against the glass like a sexy butterfly.

"Perfect," he murmured behind me, his voice dripping with approval. "Now everyone can see that pretty little pussy."

My cheeks burned even as my cunt clenched. He was right. Anyone looking up from the arena below would see me spread wide and vulnerable.

Something cold and sharp traced up the inside of my thigh. I flinched, gasping.

"Stay still," he commanded, his voice dropping to that dangerous low tone that made my pussy drip. "Don’t you dare move."

I glanced down to see him rolling a tiny wheel, like a pizza cutter, but the edges weren’t sharp enough to pierce my skin.

The tiny sharp points rolled over my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He started at my ankle, slowly, so fucking slowly, working his way up my inner thigh.

Each little wheel sent sparks shooting through me, my nerve endings lighting up like Christmas lights.

"Oh god," I whimpered, my fingers scrabbling against the glass.

Finnegan chuckled, a dark, nasty sound that vibrated against my back. "God isn’t here, Aphrodite. Just me."

The wheel reached the tender spot where my thigh met my torso, and a deep shiver tore through me.

He lingered there, circling over my skin, the sharp points of the wheel teasing that sensitive spot until I was shaking, my thighs trembling, unable to close together.

"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was begging for.

"Please, what?" he taunted, tracing the wheel over my hip bone, down toward my pussy, but never touching where I needed him most.

"I’ll go insane, Ares... touch me."

"I am touching you."

"You know what I mean!" I nearly screamed, my frustration warring with arousal.

The wheel suddenly pressed directly against my clit, and I saw stars. My knees buckled, but his thighs pushed my legs, pinning them, forcing me to remain standing, while he tortured that sensitive bundle of nerves with the sharp points.

"FUCK!" I screamed, my head falling back against his shoulder.

He tsked, removing the wheel and leaving me panting, desperate. "We’ll have to clean that mouth later."

Then something smooth and cool pressed against the entrance of my sopping wet cunt.

My head dropped down to see him holding a glass dildo between my legs.

Oh, fuck yes.

"Don’t move." His hand pressed flat between my shoulder blades, pushing until my chest pressed flat against the glass.

The cold hit my breasts, and I gasped, my nipples hardening instantly against the smooth surface. The difference between the glass in front and the heat of his body behind me was almost unbearable.

The glass rod pushed inside me slowly, and my breath fogged the glass. My breasts dragged against the glass. My nipples were raw and sensitive, scraping against the wall while my fingers splayed helplessly against the surface.

"Relax," he commanded, pressing it forward.

My walls resisted for a moment before yielding, stretching around the cool glass.

It was thicker than it looked, the curved shape hitting spots inside me I didn’t even know existed. He worked it slowly, in and out, each thrust filling me.

"Look down," his voice was rough with arousal. "Watch them while I fuck you, Aphrodite."

My eyes drowsily drifted to the scene in the arena below. The woman on the platform was now on her back, one man fucking her mouth while the other pounded between her spread legs. Her body arched, her fingers clawing at the platform as she came violently.

"Like that?" Ares whispered in my ear.

My cunt clenched around the glass dildo at his words. "Maybe?"

"Naughty girl," he chuckled, twisting the dildo inside me. The curved tip pressed against my G-spot, and I cried out, my palms flattening against the glass, pushing against it.

I had no idea that he had snatched up a wand vibrator until it buzzed to life against my clit.

"OH FUCK!" I screamed, my whole body jerking against him. The stimulation was crazy overwhelming, the cool glass of the dildo filling my cunt up, powerful vibrations torturing my clit, all while he made me watch others fucking below.

The glass dildo began to warm inside my cunt, from my body heat. He pumped it in my pink, gushing pussy in rhythm with the wand.

My orgasm built impossibly fast; I could feel it in my toes, in my fingertips, in the way my walls clenched desperately around the glass.

He changed the rhythm, slowing down the dildo’s thrusts while increasing the pressure of the wand against my clit. The glass curved inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over while the vibrations sent sparks through my entire nervous system.

Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the sweat that beaded on my forehead. I was so close, so fucking close, but he kept me right on the edge.

"Dammit, Ares!" I cried, throwing my head back. "I need to fucking cum,"

He grinned down at me, dropping his lips to my neck. I moaned when his hot tongue flicked over my skin, sucking and licking.

I winced when his tongue flicked over the bruise I had gotten from playing superhero yesterday, and Finnegan froze.

He turned off the wand immediately, tilting me to face the light properly, his eyes fixed on my neck.

Emerald green eyes blazed in anger as he cupped my neck, tilting it to the side.

"Abigail,"

Ah shit. I had thought he would never see it! I shouldn’t have winced. What was I thinking?

"What happened here?" He demanded, his eyes narrowing in a slit. "Who the fuck did this to you?"