Chapter 115: Devilish Devil "Such a filthy doll you are," I growled, driving my cock into her to get more, and like the good girl she was, her pussy throbbed for me. And she screamed through her release. I couldn’t last long either. The moment she cried my name, compressed around my cock, and the air smelled thickly of her, I exploded, slowing down my thrust into slow, hard pumps that jerked her body back and forth forcibly, a deep groan breaking from my throat. I was never the kind of person who made sounds during sex, but with Catherine? I had no idea how she could drag the impossible from me. I released my hand from the tie, covering her throat and gearing up for another quickie. Catherine was panting now, completely lost by the amount of pleasure breaking through her. I fucked her again for a solid one hour until she fell limp on my body. I forced her to stand, followed up as I fixed my pants. "You’re coming home with me." I took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders. I grabbed her arm and tugged with me. She spoke to me, but I didn’t say anything back to her. "A-Ares, please...!" I followed the exclusive route I had taken to get here. "A-Athena and Tori are still at the club!" I nudged my head at one of my men, and with a nod, he took another direction. We walked out the back door where the car was already waiting. I opened the car door and pulled her inside, slamming it shut. Rounding the car, I got in and pressed the button for the privacy glass to come up. The instant we were driven out, I hauled Catherine over my knee, and her ass suffered the consequence of her actions until we got to the penthouse. Catherine couldn’t stand any more, so I threw her over my shoulder and walked into the building, punched my password, and the elevator doors opened. "Ares...." Catherine murmured between sobs, and I’m yet to say a word to her, checking my phone to see the text I got from my men, who I sent to Athena and Victoria. Getting a satisfied response, I pocketed my phone and stepped out of the elevator, my shoes echoing as I walked up the stairs, through the lobby, and straight to my room. I set her down. "Strip. Take off your contacts. Leave the wig on." Her eyes followed me as I walked past her. I heard a rustle followed by the clicking of heels. "Get on the bed." I pressed the sensors, and the drawers came out. I took out a blindfold, a mouth gag, and handcuffs. I walked to the bed, standing at the foot. "One chance to use your safe word." "Ares..." she began, finding it difficult to speak. "I—" "Will you use it? Yes or no." Anger flashed in her eyes, probably because I hadn’t given her a chance to explain herself. "No, I won’t." You should have chosen yes. I got on the bed to bind her hands with the padded cuffs. Her breath grew heavy, and I could already see the regret in her eyes. Too late for that now. I pushed the mouth gag between her lips, snapping it behind her head, before I used the blindfold. I rose from the bed, took off my suit jacket, rolled my sleeves against my arms, and sat down on the couch facing the bed. I punched a number and made a call. "You have got some explaining to do..." I said the instant she picked "Are you mad?" Athena asked drowsily. "Don’t be. This night went far worse than it should have been, talk about bad luck." I could already tell she was rubbing her eyes and yawning. "Tori and I looked for Cat for two hours. We thought she was held up in a bathroom line, but not until we found her bag lying around on the floor. I panicked!" I rose to my feet, walking up the stairs. "Is she okay? I tried questioning your men, but they wouldn’t tell me anything, and forced Tori and me out of the club. That’s not very nice!" I neared the bar, opening the ice drawer beneath, and using the scoop to add cubes into my rocks glass. "Ares?" "She’s fine. Don’t do this again." I grabbed the decanter and poured whiskey into the glass. "Can’t promise! Cat and I are getting close now! And you’re not gonna ruin that for me." "The Brothers’ Club is yours now. You can go there as much as you want, no men, make it exclusive to women." She gasped. "Really? I’ve always wanted one! You’re the best brother ever!" "No more sneaking behind my back. Understood?" "Mua!" The call ended. I took the decanter back downstairs, dropping it on the coffee table as I sat. I sipped, eyeing Catherine, who seemed calmer than I expected, but her chest rose and fell heavily, and she rubbed her knees together. Even in this state, she’s still stimulated. Naughty girl. I set the glass down, cracking my fingers before I rise, stripping from my clothes. The moment the bed dipped from my weight, she squirmed, but I spread her legs and clutched her thighs, my nails sinking into her skin as I pushed into her. Her body tensed, still unable to get used to me. I thrust into her slowly at first, allowing my cock to enjoy the moment of having her wrapped around me. My hands glided to her ass, hot from my spanks, and she groaned when I lifted her until the lower part of her was up into the air. I fucked her until she was practically hanging, between the cuffs and me, my cock driving into her snappily. Her muffled noise grew wild, tugging against the cuffs like she wanted to break free. There was a reason I chose this set; she had a habit of twitching out of control and I don’t want her to hurt herself. I neared my climax, slowing down to take her slowly and delay. My eyes worshiped her, and I’m utterly mesmerized by this beautiful mess. Her platinum wig fanned over my pillow, a sight that had quietly turned into one of my favorite kinks.