Page 103 of Broken Obsession

“Well?” Ares prompted. “What’s it going to be, babe?”

“Fine. Do it.”

He snorted. “Ask me nicely. Be sweet about it.” Ares traced the curve of his jaw. “Come on.”

“Please, Lucifer,” Eden struggled to cover his frustration, adding a bit of a whine to his tone, knowing Ares was into that sort of thing. “I want it. I want you. You already have control over me. Use it however you see fit. Just,” he took a shaky breath, “do it quick.”

“Oh, poor Paradise.” Ares nuzzled his cheek against Eden’s. “I’m afraid quick isn’t on the menu tonight.”

“What?”

“You’ve spent the week locked in your head, spiraling. Don’t think I didn’t notice. I see everything when it comes to you. That’s why I put together this game. Since your senses have been overloaded, let’s take a break from them, shall we? We’ll empty that pretty little head of yours and fill it up with what matters.”

“What’s that?” He had a sinking idea.

“Me.” Ares settled the headset over Eden, positioning it securely.

Music drifted through, blocking out all other noise, and while Eden was distracted by it, a rubber ball was pressed against his lips. He took the gag since there was no way around it, adjusting his tongue against the intrusion. Unable to see, hear, or talk, he was forced to kneel there for what felt like an eternity, heart picking up rhythm with each fleeting second.

Then he found himself bent forward, his face landing on the soft fur blanket he’d been placed on. Ares kept a hand on his nape for a while, as though to make sure the message that he wanted Eden to stay there got across.

Once the Black Hart was satisfied, he corrected Eden’s positioning to his liking, shifting his hips and securing him more steadily on his knees, ensuring his bound wrists were at his lower back, his shoulders and upper chest pressed to the floor.

He was forced to wait again, and just as his patience was about to completely run out, and he was contemplating getting up just to be a brat, Ares acted.

Eden jerked when something small and plastic was inserted into his rear, followed swiftly by a gush of goopy fluid. He tried to move away, but Ares slapped a palm on his back, keeping him pinned in place as more of that stuff shot into his body.

Lube?

Was he filling him with lube?

…What could he possibly be planning that required that much?!

Eden rolled his shoulders and tugged at his handcuffs, but they held firm. By the time the nozzle of the lube bottle was removed, he felt oddly bloated and uncomfortably full. There was no pleasure; the goo wasn’t enough to press or rub his insides the way he needed for that. It felt more like a balloon holding too much water. Testing, he clenched and released and felt globs of the stuff pour out and trickle down his thighs.

He yelped when Ares' palm landed on his ass, the other moving to massage Eden’s right thigh. The massage continued even when the Black Hart’s first finger corkscrewed past Eden’s tight ring of muscle, pushing into him all the way past the knuckle.

Eden moaned around the ball gag, his hips lifting of their own accord, already desperate for more weight and friction. His thoughts went back to last week, at his failed attempt to get himself off with one of the toys Ares had purchased. It’d been a complete mess. By the time he’d managed to come, the orgasm had been bland and the opposite of worth it.

Now, with the promise of a good fucking, Eden was overly eager, the anticipation bubbling in his gut. If he had use of his voice, he’d demand Ares pick up the pace, but all he could do was grumble around the gag, saliva pooling at the corner of his mouth from his efforts.

That single finger seemed to tease him for an eternity, slowly pumping and nothing more. Ares didn’t curl it or press in deep, just pulled in and out, in and out, until Eden was practically shaking with frustration.

His complaints were muffled by the gag, but Ares eventually humored him, slipping in a second finger.

This time, he moved them, wiggling them around, scissoring inside to stretch Eden’s inner walls. The tempo was still steady, measured, but when Eden started rocking back on his hand, Ares allowed it.

The song repeated for the third time, music, the thing he’d been in love with all his life, suddenly rendered into a burden.

Eden wanted to hear the Black Hart.

Wanted to listen to the dirty praise Lucifer always gave. Wanted to respond and beg him to hurry up. To fill him properly. If the goal was to have Eden lose all his senses, fuckinghim was the way to do it. It was impossible for him to hold any thoughts whenever Ares was balls deep and railing him into the ground.

The third finger burned a little, but Eden welcomed the stinging sensation, practically sighing in relief from it. He enjoyed a little pain, liked to feel dominated and controlled. Liked the feeling of being taken and laid bare.

But whatever Ares' game tonight was, it didn’t follow his usual pattern. His hand took its time opening Eden up, fingers eventually fluttering within him, no longer pumping, but remaining buried to the knuckle, flexing open and closed, until Eden’s taut ring of muscle relaxed.

Eden’s cockhead dragged against the fur blanket, the hairs tickling his overly sensitive tip. He cried out as precome spilled from his slit, creating a sticky, wet spot that he was forced to continue rubbing against as Ares played with his ass.