Chapter 38 🔞🔞Chapter 38🔞🔞
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Adrianna ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
My breath came in ragged gasps, my body still humming from the frenzy, pussy slick and throbbing as I watched Apollo's bound form writhe under the triple assault. Levi's cock slammed deep into his ass with punishing force, balls slapping wetly against stretched skin, while Elena rode his mouth and my pussy clenched around his throbbing dick, milking him with every grind of my hips. The air reeked of sweat, cum, and the metallic tang of blood from the whip marks crisscrossing his chest and thighs. Apollo's moans muffled against nothing now—Elena had lifted off his face moments ago, her juices still glistening on his lips—but his body jerked with each thrust, rope groaning with every strain.
“Enough!”
The rage that had fueled me simmered low, leaving a hollow ache in its wake. I snatched the camera from its tripod, thumbing the power button with a decisive click. The red light died, the lens going dark on the obscene tableau: Apollo's hole gaping around Levi's pistoning shaft, pre-cum and lube dripping down his crack.
“Camera's off,” I snapped, voice rough from screaming orders. “Levi, Elena—that is enough for now. We have wrecked him enough for one night.”
Levi pulled out with a slick pop, his thick cock bobbing heavy and slick, veins pulsing as he stepped back without a sound. His cold eyes met mine for a beat—acknowledgment, nothing more—before holding his hand out to Elena. She had returned to riding him, but lingered a second longer, sliding off Apollo's mouth once again with a wet schlick, her pussy leaving a trail of her arousal down his lips.
“Call us if you decide he needs more punishment,” she purred, then she took Levi’s hand and they vanished in a shimmer of shadow, teleporting away like smoke.
The room fell silent save for Apollo's labored breaths, his body slumped in the ropes, cock still hard and leaking onto his abs, ass twitching from the abuse. I moved to the bed, my thighs sticky with my own drying juices, and unlocked the rough ropes around his wrists first. They fell to the floor with a thump. Apollo's arms flopped limply, muscles quivering from strain, red welts blooming where the ropes had bitten into his skin. I freed his ankles next, yanking the hot coils away roughly, ignoring his hiss as blood rushed back into numb limbs. His legs splayed wide still, hole raw and puffy, a dribble of cum leaking from the stretched rim.
I grabbed a pillow from the headboard and tossed it at his chest, the soft thud making him grunt.
“Clean yourself up, Apollo. You're grounded to the couch for a month—no bed, no teleporting near me without permission. This is what happens when you share what you claim belongs to me, without permission.”
My voice cracked at the edges, dominance masking the storm brewing inside. Apollo's eyes, hazy with pain and lingering lust, lifted to mine, but I turned away before he could speak, the soulmate bond humming with his unspoken plea.
I stormed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. The tiles chilled my bare feet as I cranked the shower knob to full hot, steam billowing up like hell's breath. I stepped under the scalding spray, water pounding my skin red, stinging the scratches on my thighs from the night's frenzy. Tears mixed with the rivulets down my face, hot and unchecked. The past twenty-four hours crashed over me—Paul's screams at the club, Apollo's fury twisting into murder, the blood on his hands, which I did not mind, and my own revenge turning vicious. Had I gone too far? Binding him, whipping him bloody, calling in Levi and Elena to fuck him senseless while the camera rolled? His ass had gaped wide after Levi's cock reamed it, Elena’s pussy grinding down on his mouth again and again until he needed to breathe, helpless and bound. The memory twisted my gut—guilt clawing at the anger.
But then Paul's face flashed in my mind, his self-righteous bullshit about saving me from demons, the way he'd shattered under Apollo's torment. No, fuck that. I deserved to punish Apollo, not for the killing but for fucking him without permission. Especially after all his jealous rants and not wanting others to even see my body. The water burned hotter, or maybe it was my rage reigniting, chasing the tears into pissed-off resolve. Would he ever forgive me? The thought pierced sharp, my chest tightening as I scrubbed at my skin, soap suds turning pink from the faint blood under my nails.
A gentle caress brushed my mind then—Apollo's presence through the bond, warm and unyielding despite the pain I knew throbbed in his body.
“Already forgiven, my love. All of it.”
The words weren't spoken, but they echoed clear, wrapping around me like invisible arms. It eased the knot in my throat, just a fraction, warming the chill of doubt. But forgiveness? I couldn't give it yet—not to him for crossing that line with Paul, not to myself for reveling in the brutality, my pussy clenching at the sight of his submission even now.
The water ran cold eventually, shocking me out of the haze. I twisted the knob off, stepping out to towel dry roughly, skin prickling with goosebumps. I rifled through my drawer for the black silky nightie Apollo loved—the one that clung to my curves like a second skin, sheer enough to tease him with both my hard nipples and the shadow of my trimmed bush. It slid on smooth, cool against my heated flesh, a small armor of seduction amid the wreckage. Heading to the closet, I snatched a spare blanket for him, the fabric soft in my grip, a grudging mercy.
I cracked the bedroom door, blanket draped over my arm, ready to toss it at the couch where he'd better be waiting. But there he knelt instead, right outside the threshold on the hardwood floor—naked, body a map of bruises and welts, his cock still hard, from the cock ring I had placed, sat between his thighs, wings and head drooping low. He lifted his head, eyes meeting mine, raw need and devotion burning through the pain, the bond pulsing with silent apology. My breath hitched, anger flickering against the pull in my core, the night far from over as I stood there, silhouetted in silk.