Page 94 of Broken Obsession

But it wasn’t perfect.

It wasn’t Ares.

What a nightmare.

Chapter 21:

Ares watched the live feed of Eden pleasuring himself projected across his bathroom wall. He’d kept that space blank on purpose and now filled it with footage of his Starling trying to get himself off. His frustration was palpable, clear from the pinched brow and the way he kept slamming back on the toy harder and harder with each passing minute.

He was going to hurt himself.

Or break the dildo.

Maybe both.

Eden didn’t know he was watching, thought he was sticking it to him by going off to handle things on his own, leaving Ares high and dry, but that wasn’t the case.

Ares lowered onto the closed toilet seat, hand traveling down his chest and over his stomach, until he was cupping himself beneath his pants. He spread his legs wider and got more comfortable, settling in for what appeared to be a long show. His Starling didn’t realize it yet, but the toy he’d selected was two inches shorter than what Ares was packing.

All of the toys in the drawer were like that. Perfect on the outside, yet lacking in some tiny, obscure way. After the rigorous pounding he’d subjected Eden to for almost two whole days,something even slightly smaller was bound to make a difference, and not for the better.

Sure enough, when Ares turned up the volume, he could hear Eden cursing over the sound of the shower spray. He chuckled and applied more pressure to himself, reaching down with his other hand to tug at his balls as he watched Eden struggle to achieve orgasm.

Poor thing was going to have to work for it. Served him right.

That would teach him. Teach him to come to Ares for these types of things. Show him that only Ares could provide what he truly needed. The goal was a reality wherein they didn’t play pretend when it came to lust and desire. He was after a future where, at the first tickle of arousal, Eden would come to him begging for it.

Ares’ cock sprang free when he finally undid his fly, his flushed member stiff and aching. He had his own drawer of sex toys he could use, but unlike Eden, he had the added benefit of being able to see what he coveted most. He took his time teasing himself while staring at the Starling, trailing the tips of his fingers up and down his shaft in a way that caused him to shiver.

His pants were shoved down to his ankles, and when he resettled, he rolled his thumb against his slick slit, smearing precome around his crown. He did this for a while, coating himself with his own juices as he listened to Eden grow more and more agitated as he chased after a release that didn’t seem to want to come.

“Sloppy,” Ares tsked, watching the way Eden practically beat his dick. Contrarily, Ares grasped his cock, fingers cinching as he began stroking his length. His thumb focused on his crown, playing with the sensitive area, tugging and rolling over it as he pumped into his fist. He switched to tapping lightly against hisfrenulum with each upward stroke, and before long, he was close to tipping.

The second his free hand fondled his balls, he exploded, squirting thick ropes across the bathroom floor. Some splattered against the projection, and Eden happened to groan at the same time, causing his cock to gush even more.

The first orgasm did nothing to satisfy his craving, and Ares didn’t even bother letting himself go, still stroking when he lengthened all over again. He was more sensitive now than before, more eager, and he drove into his hand with hard pumps, ass practically lifting off the seat in the process.

Instead of that shitty piece of plastic, Eden could be riding him right now. Could be bent over and presenting for him. But no. He had to be stubborn. Had to keep up the act.

Why he even bothered was beyond Ares. When he thought Ares wasn’t paying attention, Eden looked at him like he was a walking wet dream. The night they’d first met, at the company dinner, his attraction toward him had been written all over his face.

Eden wanted him.

But he wanted to cling to that illusion of control even more.

For now.

Ares would break through his walls and get through to him. Would reshape him little by little, piece by piece, until Eden’s very subconscious was slave to Ares’ whims. He’d discover the key to happiness in this reality was to give himself over, completely.

“Lucifer,” Eden sobbed his name, the frustration growing as his orgasm continued to elude him.

“I’m getting in your head,” Ares said to the projection. “I’m laying siege to your mind the same way I overtook your perfect, sculpted body. Then all that will be left is your heart.Your soul. Gods, I’m going to consume you so thoroughly, you’ll drop to your knees and beg at just a hint of my affection.”

Eden had accused him of not being capable of taking what he wanted, but that simply wasn’t the case. Ares had been taking all along. Bit by bit, in small, unnoticeable ways. He was bringing the frog to a boil, so to speak.

“And I have such a fat frog.” His gaze lingered on Eden’s bright red dick, the angry member swinging between Eden’s thighs as he gave up on it and set his focus on riding the toy and rubbing at his nipples.

Ares came again just as Eden was wiping tears of frustration from his eyes.