I moaned, biting into the pillow as the cool ointment smeared around my throbbing ass in circular motions. This hurts far worse, and I wasn't sure I could sit without crying like a child. The drive back was torture for me, and I have never been in so much pain.
Ares took out his frustration on me, though I don't blame, since I pushed him.
I clenched the pillow tighter when Ares massaged my ass cheeks, feeling a biting ache rather than comfort. It felt like spikes were eating their way through me.
"Does it hurt, baby?"
I angled my head to glare at him, and he was smiling brighter than I had ever seen, dimples on full display.
Why does the devil look adorable? Maybe there was a glitch in the system or something.
"You didn't go easy on me," I grumbled.
Ares showered kisses on my ass before he freed me, dropped the ointment on the nightstand, and rose to his full height. He was still in his three-piece suit, but the tie was off.
