"Air," Ares muttered and bent closer to her, "open your eyes, woman, see what you are doing."
Opening her eyes was so hard; she didn't have the energy to flutter her lids or the will to concentrate on doing so but she tried. The lids opened a crack to see the night sky darkening overhead and to feel the cold wind blowing on her naked skin. Ares glanced off to the right and her gaze followed to see dozens of waterspouts dancing on the rising waves and dust devils twirling on the shore.
"This is why we are so good together. This is why you're mine and I'm yours. Always."
Alena didn't know she was doing it, she didn't feel anything but Ares, in her, over her, on her and all around her. She felt his heat and it made her lighter than a hot air balloon, she never wanted to come back down to Earth. Fire feeds off Air; just as it warms it and makes it lighter, the fuel she fed his Fire cause it to flash and engulf both of them until it burned itself out. The waterspouts and dust devils dancing so magickally moved toward each other; in the water they merged and the same happened on land until there was a waterspout fifty feet high throwing Poseidon's water and his fish far and wide, while on the shore a small tornado roared, kicking up sand in all directions. Each exploded outward when the couple on the bed could climb no higher and they lay breathless, sweaty, and completely spent on the bed.
It took him a few moments but when the strength began returning to Ares' arms, he reached up and untied the knots on the Bonds. Her arms fell to the bed as he rolled off her and lay next to her. Happy exhausted gray eyes stared back at him while he picked up her arm, held it high in the air and then let go. It fell to the bed with a little plop. He did it again and got the same result.
When he tried a third time Alena pulled it away weakly. "What are you doing?"
"Checking your tension meter. I don't seem to be finding any."
"Nope, none." She moved closer to him and wrapped her tired arms around him. "But I'm not done with you yet. Just give me a moment to recuperate."
Ares chuckled as he took her up in his arms and looked around. The table lay on its side, blown over by the force of the small tornado, and the fire was greatly diminished by the sand and water that washed up on the shore. "I think you broke some of your wine bottles."
"I'll get more," she replied in a happy daze and then drew in a long deep breath to fill her aching lungs. "You first." Although it took a good bit of doing, Alena dragged herself up and untied one of the Bonds on the headboard. "What do you say? My turn?"
Ares looked at the strand of magick silk in her hand as his upper lip curled and his eyes began to sparkle. "When did you get so bold?"
"Tonight." She reached out and hauled him upward by one of his brawny arms, then moved behind him. Ares thought she intended to harness him to the bed the way he had done, but she had other plans. Strength coming back into her as her mind filled with delightful thoughts, she tied his hands behind his back, low near the small of his back so that when she pushed him back to the mattress his own weight held him down. Alena looked at the array of the items, knowing what most of them were but wondering about some and knowing that he'd show her their uses in the not too distant future. An event to look forward to with great anticipation. Ares stirred something in her tonight and her curiosity was piqued; she wanted to know something and to show him the same thing. No other man in their bed was a good policy, but that didn't mean they couldn't try other things just as he'd done earlier with the little vibrator still humming on the bed.
Crawling over, she kissed his neck and then sunk her teeth over it just below his right ear; Ares let out a low moan and shiver as she settled over him. "I think now you're mine and you'll just have to do as I say, won't you?" she whispered heatedly as her hands grabbed at his head and ran through his hair, twisting long raven tendrils around her fingers as they went.
This seemed like a much better game than the one he'd played with Aphrodite, and Ares found himself desperately hoping that the Goddess of Love was up on Olympus watching them and seething with envy. "Whatever you want, my Lady."
"Just call me Mistress," she dared and moved down on him, letting her hands and her tongue explore every ripped, muscled inch as they had been earlier denied.
"Mistress," Ares mumbled, "I like it."
"I thought you might; now be a good boy and let me do what I want."
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