JaZelle paced the room anxiously. "Today's the day." she kept saying to herself. After another pass, she plopped wearily on the bed. It was just after sunrise yet her Master had not come to release her. She hadn't slept thinking maybe He would surprise her and come as the day turned bringing with

it her freedom from the infernal device keeping pleasure at bay. In irritability, she had sent Kessily to sleep in the dormitory, not only to keep temptation from taking over but she was unsure of what Ares had planned once the chastity belt was off. Now she was beginning to deeply regret doing so, remembering how hurt the girl appeared.

"Impatient whelp, aren't you?" The disembodied voice soon took form as the God of War shimmered into existence at the foot of the canopied bed.

"Sorry, Milord. It's been.... difficult." the Defender of the Temple stammered.

"Yes." he responded dryly, " You do seem to be driven by your baser needs at times. Perhaps another month would do you good."

The blood drained from JaZelle's face at the thought of spending any more time locked away from giving in to passion.

"I swear, Milord. I've learned my lesson. Honestly." The words seemed thick on her tongue. Then again, she'd say anything to be released. On a whim, she cast off her robe, dropped to the floor and crawled over to where Ares was standing placing kisses on his heavy boots. She arched like a cat against his calves, sliding her unclad body against the leather. Ares smiled petting the short, curly hair underneath his blunt fingertips. "I do enjoy your fire, girl."

The caress turned rough as the Dark Prince picked the slight form up and threw her onto the bed. He fairly stalked around the side, stripping clothing off unnecessarily but enjoying the way the cinnamon skinned woman responded to his methodic striptease. She writhed on the bed wantonly, he was sure that his touch would make her combust. With a menacing smile, he moved his hand over her breasts barely making contact with the skin, setting off a chain reaction of hip thrusts and shallow breathing.

"Please.." JaZelle begged. His hand traveled the length of her quivering body, never touching yet she could feel the heat radiating, pulling at her. She was certain she couldn't stand any more and he hadn't even touched her! Tugging wildly, she gestured to the chastity device, her eyes pleading.

"Patience, patience." Ares taunted, enjoying the groan this answer emitted from the anguished Priestess.

This time the fondling of her body was done with purpose, nipples firmly pinched. JaZelle arched off the bed, whimpering. Her Master was intending to torture her to death, she was sure.

"Your Grace", she panted not sure what her next words were even going to be.

Leaning down over the flushed face, Ares grazed her lips, licking them slightly.

"Do you feel sufficiently punished, little one?" he asked warm breath caressing her mouth. "Yes, yes, yes."

"Seems you have another punishment, my girl."

JaZelle's eyes opened wide in conjunction with her jaw dropping.

"Whuh-what??"

"Yes. The issue that got you in my ingenious contraption in the first place"

Ares flicked the edge of the chastity belt with a finger. "Trying to tempt your young playmate into playing you out and get around my directive."

JaZelle's thoughts raced as she vaguely remembered her moment of weakness with Kessily only a day after being restrained.

"My Liege, I'm sorry. I failed you. I felt desperate." the frightened woman whispered.

"Hmm. Are you certain you didn't court my wrath just for the pleasure?"

JaZelle squealed as he pinched her inner thigh hard punctuating his question.

"Yes. No. I don't know." she ground out still firmly grasped between the God of War's bruising fingers.

With a wave of his hand, Ares produced restraints that rendered the Priestess spread eagled on the bed cuffed by the wrist and ankles.

"You certainly didn't think I wouldn't know. And that this little thing would be the only repercussion" he began warningly.

The brunette whimpered and twisted in her bondage, fearful but still aroused.

The first loud crack of his hand against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh caused her to cry out. Over and over, his broad palm left behind rosy splotches on her tanned skin. Each one a painful reminder that she probably should have tried to endure the enforced celibacy without prompting.

"I'm sorry, Master please!" she cried trying in vain to escape the impacts. Ares ignored her, thoroughly and methodically peppering the warmed flesh of both inner thighs until they reached a shade of dark red that was quite flattering to the woman's skin tone, at least in his eyes. Looking up into her face, Ares could see teethmarks in JaZelle's bottom lip causing him to fiercely want to lick them. Which he did. The errant Priestess, squirmed and yelped when he probed and squeezed the areas that he had paid attention to. This always amused him because it wouldn't do for him to have made all that effort for it not to hurt afterwards.

Gently, Ares licked the tears from her face causing the punished woman to flush under that intimate a gesture. Releasing her from the manacles, he pulled the unresisting body close.

" I expect to be obeyed in all things, girl. You know this. And you are in a position where you lead by example."

JaZelle felt ashamed. Regret that she couldn't control her passions and remorse that she took part in actions that needed to enforce that strict a punishment in the first place. She couldn't help but wonder if her Sister Miranda had received like consequences, she dared not ask.

"Yes, Your Grace. I'll keep a clearer head in the future."

"Somehow I doubt that, spitfire. Now, let's get you out of that and see how grateful to me you are."

"Yes, Master." JaZelle responded with a sultry grin. "I am very, very grateful."