Page 104 of Loving the Liar

“There was a bid for you this weekend.”

My breathing accelerates, my chest trembling as he bites the skin beneath my ear.

“I swear the amount of money Shadows play with within the Circle is on a whole other level.”

He chuckles. “Good thing I would spend all the gold in the world on you.”

I want to scream, cry, thank him, tell him how much his behavior is detestable and yet kiss him for protecting me.

“You’re mine this weekend, Sweets. There was no pretending to send the text this time. I asked Zeus to have you and paid the price. Now you’re all”—he bites my skin again, making me whimper around the gag—“mine.”

I’m nearly bursting into tears when we enter the temple. He didn’t take off the gag. I tried to do it myself countless times in the car, but he promised a punishment, and this is it. He didn’t have to tie my hands behind my back for me to stop trying. The simple threat of making me kneel naked and gagged with a dildo deep inside me in front of all the other Shadows was enough.

So I blink back my watery eyes as he walks me through the entrance hall, keeping my gaze on the floor to ignore all the ones zeroed in on me. Chris walks assuredly, standing tall and proud to have won his prize for the weekend. Their gazes burn through my clothes, making me feel more naked than ever. The only reassurance I have is my ex’s hand at the small of my back, keeping me at the pace he wishes, yet bringing me a warmth that stops me from trembling.

He takes me straight to the lower level, to an Aphrodite’s room, and locks the door behind him.

“Would you like me to take the gag off?” he asks softly, guiding me to an armchair in the room.

He helps me sit as I nod, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Are you desperate?”

I nod harder.

He puts his hands on the arms of the chair, his giant form leaning down right above my face. I’m craning my neck to meet his eyes.

“Do you understand what happens when you give me the silent treatment?”

I nod repeatedly, whimpering around the dildo. It’s so hard to swallow I can feel spit gathering at the corners of my mouth.

“Good. I’m glad you’re learning. You’ll keep it in until I’m done with you.”

A sob makes my chest quiver, the need to cry out for mercy rendering me hopeless. I’ve never wanted to be able to say please so badly in my life.

His evil smirk makes my heart skip a beat. It’s always so terrifying and exciting to be alone with him.

He undoes my jeans, pulling them down to my knees. “I’m going to meet with the other Shadows. The business part of the weekend is rather boring, but needed nonetheless.”

Turning his back to me, he walks to one of the shelves where all the toys are kept and comes back to me with something so small it fits in his closed fist.

“You’ve soaked the lace of your panties, Sweets. I can’t say I’m disappointed with the effect I have on you.”

He fists my thong, pulling it up to my belly button and dragging the material tightly between my pussy lips. I squeal behind the gag, throwing my head back as a mix of pain and pleasure lights my body on fire.

“Look at me. Right now.”

I force my head up, looking him in the eye.

“Good girl. I want to see the despair in your eyes when I don’t give you the release you crave so badly. I want to see the fight between hate and lust. It’s quite beautiful to see the way you torture yourself.”

I’m panting when he lowers the lace to my thighs. He finally shows me what he’s been holding. A vibrating egg that he runs against my slit, gathering wetness with it. He puts it in his mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Ella,” he growls as he pulls it out. “That was a delicious reminder of why I call you Sweets.”

He presses the egg against my entrance, slowly pushing it inside me. I can feel he’s making sure he’s not hurting me. With a toy, it’s harder for him to judge how tight I am, and I know his focus is always my pleasure. But I’m so wet it slides in easily, disappearing within me and making me moan, my eyes fluttering shut. Only the small string attached to it is left, and he pulls at it a few times, driving me insane.

“Beautiful,” he rasps. “My God, you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

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