Honeymoon for One

HONEYMOON FOR ONE – SIXTH DAY

 

Day Six: Late Morning

 

 

I awoke late the next
morning. I was in bed in my hotel
room. My black dress was neatly draped
over a nearby chair, shoes placed side by side under it. I could smell coffee and hear the sound of
the TV. I sat up stretching and
yawning, my eyes dragging the room for Ares.
He was lounging on the couch naked except for the necklace I gave
him.

 

"Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?"

 

"Slept great. It's just the waking part that wasn't any
good." I responded.

 

"Huh? What do you mean hon?" his cheerful
face turned to puzzlement and concern.

 

"I like waking up better
with my arms around you." I said wryly.

 

He smirked. "Well let's fix
that, right away. Close your
eyes."

 

I did, but I still saw light
flickering through my eyelids.
Suddenly, I felt him materialized next to me in the bed.

 

"Is that better?"

 

"Oh yes! Much." I ran a hand over his firm, bronzed chest
and kissed him sweetly. We were laying
contently in each other's arms, when I brought up the subject of my leaving.

 

"You know, I have to go home
tomorrow."

 

He sat up "What do you mean,
you have to go home?"

 

"I have to be back at work
on Monday. My plane leaves tomorrow at
11am. Today is my last full day here." I couldn't look him in the eye and
my heart felt heavy. I knew what I
would have to do if he wouldn't let me go.
"I have a special day planned for us. You're not going to leave me again today, are you? Please spend it with me" I had a
pleading tone in my voice. Tears
filling my eyes.

 

"Of course I will" he
pulled me to him, hugging me tightly. "But what's all this about
leaving? I thought you would stay here
with me."

 

"Where, here at the hotel? I don't think I could afford more than
another week or so, Ares."

 

"Money is not a problem, but
no, not here. What do you think I've
been doing all those afternoons I was away?
I've been preparing a home for you . . . a home for us."

 

I was truly surprised. I had no idea he would think to do something
like that. "Really? You were doing that for me? I never figured I was that important to
you. I thought you were rebuilding your
temples."

 

"Donna, haven't I proved how
serious I am? You mean everything to
me! I'm not going to let you go."

 

I began to cry.

 

"Donna? What's wrong?" He stroked my hair in an attempt to comfort
me. I pulled away and sobbed even
harder.

 

"Donna, tell me.
Please!"

 

"I'm just so torn,
Ares. I mean - I want to be with you so
much, but I have family and friends back home.
I have a whole life back home. I
don't know, I can't just..." I cried even harder, burying my head into his
chest. He didn't say anything, he just
held me close, caressing my back. I
lifted my head and looked him deep in the eyes.

 

"I love you Ares. So much . . ." He kissed me deeply,
trying to take away my pain and confusion.
"Make love to me please" I begged.

 

And he did. He made the sweetest, most caring, gentle
love to me I had ever felt. It left my
heart filled with such feeling and emotion for him, I felt worse than I did
before. I was actually thinking he
might really love me too, although he had never said it. Not the words anyway. I even cried during my orgasms, wanting to
free myself from the turmoil raging inside.
I held him so tightly afterwards, not ever wanting to let go.

 

Finally, I pulled myself together
and managed to bring a half-believable smile to my face. Kissing him gently, I rose to get ready for
the day.

 

My silent tears washed down the
drain with the water from my shower. I
was having second thoughts about this plan the professor and I had put
together. Did I really want to leave
him? I knew I couldn't stay. Maybe he would come back to the states with
me? I could ask him, not having any
clue whatsoever as to his answer.

 

After I dressed, I poured myself
some coffee and sat down in the chair next to the phone. I sat there for a long time, debating
whether or not I wanted to call my parents.
Ares must have been reading my thoughts again.

 

"It's 3:00 am there. Don't you think you might scare them by
calling right now."

 

I didn't say anything about him
reading my thoughts. I just answered
him.

"Ya, you're probably
right. It's not such a good idea, I
guess." I sat there a while
longer, watching him flip through the TV channels.

 

"Are you hungry? Want to go get some breakfast?" he
asked.

 

"No, I'm not hungry right
now. Besides, I don't want to spoil
lunch."

 

After a few more moments of
silence, he spoke to me again.
"Donna, I'm not letting you go.
I can't." he stated, still looking at the TV screen.

 

I stood and walked over behind
the couch. "I know. I think I always did. I guess I just wasn't prepared to give
everything up so quickly." I put
my hands on his shoulders and started massaging them. I bent down to whisper in his ear. "That still doesn't mean I want to spoil the great lunch I
have planned!" and kissed him on the cheek.

 

I walked to where I had the
picnic basket and supplies and started to prepare them. "I guess I'll phone my parents this
evening, when they're awake." I
forced a laugh, wanting to appear I was feeling light hearted again.

 

"Ares?"

 

"Huh?"

 

"I had a wonderful time last
night!"

 

"Me too!" he seemed
rather engulfed in the news, although I couldn't really hear what it was
saying.

 

"Especially the desert. That was the best time!"

 

He looked over at me, a dirty
smile cross his face as he recalled the evening's activities. "That was fun, wasn't it?" His hand moved over his crotch. Just thinking about it had his cock stiffing
a bit. I felt a wave of heat flow
through me, stirring the passion that subsided. Come on Donna, pay attention to what you're doing.

 

"Hey, why don't we both go
to the states? That way, I could be with
both you AND my family."

 

"No, I need to be here in
Greece, for awhile anyways." I
started to object but he interrupted me.
"Donna, I said no, it just not possible. There's no sense in discussing it any further."

 

By the time I finished packing
our lunch, it was just about noon.

 

"Well I should be ready to
go in about five more minutes, and none too soon either. I'm starving."

 

"Anything I can help
with?" Now you ask, now that I'm
done.

 

"Nope, it's all done. I just need to grab a blanket."

 

***************

 

The God of War knew this day was coming, the day she would talk about
leaving. He wasn't looking forward to
it either; he didn't want things to change between them. He liked it this way. She exhilarated him! She charged him up far beyond what he was
expecting, and he wasn't about to give that up, bordering an almost 'addictive'
feeling with her.

 

Ares didn't believe Donna was just going to accept willingly, although
she was giving him the illusion that she did.
But he didn't probe her for her thoughts, it didn't matter. He figured he would just have to INSIST with
her and make sure she knew he was serious.
As far as he was concern, there was nothing to discuss. When the God of War makes a choice, you
abide. No two ways about it. The thought never came into mind that she
may have ulterior motives.

 

He did, however, decide not to be all cocky - up in her face about
it. He was so very fond of her, and
when she was upset with him before, she treated him different. She held back her feelings from him and he
felt empty because of it. He was
beginning to realize he needed her in more than one way, but still didn't know
why.

 

It never dawned on him that he was falling for her. Why would he? The God of War is a cold, calculating, and selfish
troublemaker. His purpose in life was
'Conquer and Destroy', and he loved every minute of it. He never knew any other way . . .

 

Until she came along . . .

 

*****************

 

 

Day Six: Afternoon

 

 

It was a beautiful day. The sky was a rich shade of baby blue, the
sun was warm and friendly and the grass beneath my sandaled feet was green and
healthy. Ares carried the basket with
one and held my hand with the other as we walked along the shoreline to the
area he had picked out for lunch.

 

"It's just a little bit
further." Ares said as he squeezed my hand slightly. "Ah, here we go,
my perfect spot."

 

It was a perfect spot, beautiful
view, just off the beaten path. I stood
on my tiptoes and kissed Ares cheek with a big smile.

 

"Well done!" I spread
the blanket out and took the basket from Ares.
I began to set up lunch.
"You just kick back and relax and let me serve you, my Lord!"
I gave him a look that let him know he was in for a good time.

 

"Hey, I like the sound of
that! Especially when you address me in the proper way." he said sort of
smugly.

 

He's not serious, is he? I smiled and shook my head.

 

I opened the first bottle of wine
and poured us each a glass. After we
ate I filled our glasses again. Ares
commented on how fine a wine it was. We
were relaxing together; I was sitting, leaning against a tree. He was sitting between my straddled legs,
leaning against me. I rubbed his
shoulders. I savored each moment, knowing deep inside that it was the last time
it would be like this between us.

 

"So what else do you have
planned for us? You said you had
something special in mind."

 

"I do! But you have to wait until we get back to
the hotel."

 

"Well, let's go then."

 

"Let's finish off this wine
first." I poured the rest of the
bottle in our glasses. "I have
another bottle back at the room."

 

We touched glasses and A gul gulped down his quickly. I looked at
him in surprise.

 

"Well you said you had
another bottle! Besides, I want to find
out what you have planned for us!" he said mischievously.

 

I drank as much of my glassful as
I could, without choking, and tossed the rest when Ares wasn't looking. I packed the glasses back in the basket
along with the other things. I stood,
holding the basket in hand.

 

"Ready?"

 

"You bet!" he raised
his eyebrows up and down twice and took the basket from me. I gathered the blanket and we walked back to
the hotel. Kissing and playfully
teasing the whole time we traveled. Oh,
how I am going to miss you, my love.

 

We got back to the room and Ares
set down the basket. He just stood
there watching me, arms crossed in front of his chest.

 

"Well?"

 

"Well what?" I toyed.

 

"You know."

 

I smiled seductively. "Alright, go lie on the bed. Leave your clothes on. I'll get ready.
Ok?"

 

"You'll get ready? For what?"

 

"You'll see." I didn't
have anything planned. I just realized
I kept telling him I had something special planned, cause of what the professor
and I had cooked up. I better think of
something quick. An idea came to mind.

 

I went to the closet and grabbed
some clothing and took it into the bathroom. When I came out, he was sitting on
the bed, legs crossed, stretched out in front of him, back leaning against the
headboard. I went into my carry on
duffle bag and pulled out a CD I had brought along for my Walkman. It was the soundtrack from 'The Full
Monty'. I also grabbed some scarves I
had with me.

 

"Ok" I said as I turned
around. I approached the bed holding
the scarves. "We're gonna play a
game. You won't mind if I tie you up,
will you?"

 

He looked seriously at me. "This isn't some sort of trick, is it
Donna?"

 

I held up the scarves in front of
me. "Right, like these thin strips of material could hold you! Come on', play along. It'll be fun, I promise."

 

"All right."

 

I proceeded to remove his boots
and tied each leg to a bedpost. Then I
tied his right hand. I paused before
tying the other. Instead, I went to the
fridge, and openhe mhe marked bottle of wine, refilling his glass from the
picnic. I took it to him along with the
bottle.

 

"Here, I'll leave one hand
free for just a little while so you can hold your glass. But you better drink up, buddy boy, you
won't have long before I tie it up too!" I teased.

 

He quickly drank the wine down
while I went and put the CD in the stereo and lined up the song I wanted: 'You
Can Leave Your Hat On'. I saw him
filling his glass again when I turned around.


 

"Ready for the show?"

I didn't wait for an answer. I ran into the bathroom and after I changed
into the clothes I has set aside, I used the remote to start the music.

 

I was wearing an old style wrap
around dress. I brought it to use at
the pool after swimming, it seemed more like a thin robe than a dress to me. I
had on another pretty teddy on under it that I had bought while shopping. Both the dress and teddy had shades of
blues, greens and aqua's. A good color
on me, matching my hazel green eyes. I also wore a long coat, high heals and
the hat.

 

Sticking one leg out around the
door, toe pointed, I began my sexy little dance for him. Following what the lyrics in the song were
saying: take off your coat, stand on that chair, arms in the air - shake
on. Ares was totally enjoying this
little exhibition of mine, howling and whistling at me as I lost each article
of clothing. The song ended, so I
quickly flipped it to 'The Stripper' song on the same CD, still wearing the
pretty teddy. Ares refilled his glass
with wine, yet again. His eyes were
beginning to glaze over.

 

Keep dancing, Don. I really hammed up the next song. I kept the remote in my hand and restarted
it once more before it ended, dragging it on a long as I could. But when you only have two things on, it
tends to move along rather quickly. I
was really having a blast! Knowing that
secretly inside I had always pictured myself dancing for my lover, but never
could bring myself to do it before.

 

I would dance closer over to
Ares, but just beyond his reach of his free hand, and tease him, wiggling my
butt at him as I lifted up the back of the teddy. He was the perfect audience for it too; reaching, growling, and
pretending to be restrained by the flimsy scarves. He was just as much a ham as me!
Partially caused, perhaps, by the drugs in the wine.

 

Still not out yet! I reached for the last scarf and moved to
tie up his free hand. His eyes were
only half open now and he sounded slightly impaired when he spoke.

 

"Oh no you don'ts, I wants
one-my f..free hand." He jerked it
away from me and grabbed my upper arm - pulling me to him so he could take the
kiss he kept saying he wanted. He was
so strong that, even with just one arm, and a quick movement, I was pinned to
him - but good. His lips sloppily
trying to devour mine. It felt more
like I was kissing someone who just returned from the dentist, and had been
shot with a bunch of Novocain. I
noticed his arms began to relax, and could tell he was having to force his eyes
to stay open.

 

I took control of the kissing,
forcing his head back so he would get comfortable and relax. That worked beautifully! He was dead out in less than a couple of
minutes. I made sure too. Pushing him, poking him, I even dropped an
ice cube down his shirt - no response.

 

I put the wrap around dress back
on, grabbed my wallet and left the room.
I went to the pay phone in the lobby, afraid that Ares might hear me. I
was sweating bullets right now. I dropped some coins in the slot and dialed the
professor. Luckily, he was in the
student study hall and was on the phone in no time.

 

"Yes, Professor Nijjan
here."

 

"Professor, it's
Donna!" My voice was a little
higher pitched than normal and I know I was talking faster than normal.
"He's out professor, right now! Out cold!
You'll come quickly? Please!"

 

"Calm down, Donna. Just calm down now. I will be right there, I promise."

 

"Ok professor, just
hurry. I'm really nervous about
everything. Just hurry"

 

"I'm leaving now," and
he hung up the phone.

 

I didn't want to go back to the
room right away, afraid to be alone with him. I was sure he would figure it out
after he woke up. I noticed the lounge
was open and I wanted a drink, but knew I needed to keep my head on. I swallowed the lump of fear in my throat
and climbed the stairs for the room. I
was relieved to see he hadn't moved an inch while I was gone.

 

Twenty-five minutes later, which seem
more like 25 years to me, there was a light tap on the door. I opened it.

 

"I'm so glad to see you.
Thank you Professor."

 

"Let's just hope these
work." He looked at Ares lying on
the bed. "Donna, how did you get
him that way? You've done all the work
already, just switch the scarves for the chains." He looked back at me now. I was blushing.

 

"That's Ok, I think I
know!" he quickly said.

 

The steel bonds he brought were
weird; they were as light as aluminum.
There were wrist and ankle cuffs on chains, with locks on the end of
them. The key sat in one of the
keyholes on a cuff. He unlocked them
and handed the key to me. I put it in
my purse.

 

I picked up a set. "These are awfully light Professor, are
you sure about his brother making them?"

 

"No I'm not sure at
all. But there is a good possibility,
if you believe what you read."

 

"That's not helping."

 

"Let's just get it over with
and get out."

 

We each took a side and exchanged
the chains for the scarves, figuring out a tricky way to attach the chains to
the bed. We moved as quickly as
possible, fearful the War God would awaken and kill us both. Finally, we finished, and not a moment too
soon, either. Ares was beginning to
stir.

 

"You better get out of here
Professor. If it doesn't work, I don't
want him to know you were a part of this.
No need for us both to be toast.
Ok. Now go - hurry. And thank you, my friend." I reach to take his hand to shake it.

 

"But Donna, aren't you
coming?" His eyes never moved from the bed behind me, watching Ares every
second.

 

"Yes, but I have to get my
stuff first. I'll be fine -
really. Now go." I pushed him out the door, closing it behind
him.

 

I turned around and stared at
Ares, motionless for probably 10 minutes.
He wasn't going to be out for much longer. My plane didn't take off until tomorrow morning, so I couldn't
leave. I got a great idea! I took off the dress again, and climbed in
the bed with Ares, snuggling up to his chest.
I figured when he woke, he would think we both fell asleep. Then if the chain didn't hold him, I could
tell him that he said I could use them.
Maybe he wouldn't be able to remember.
That's the best I can do right now.

 

***************

 

 

Day Six: Early Evening

 

 

It was at least three hours
before Ares was awake enough to realize something was wrong. I had fallen asleep on his chest, but he
immediately woke me up with a startlingly loud cry of my name.

 

"D O N N A! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!?" And boy, was he
pissed off!

 

I jumped off of him; fear
engulfed my entire body, apparent by the way it shook and the look on my
face. I didn't know yet if he could
move or not. He continued yelling at
me.

 

"DAMMIT BITCH, WHAT HAVE YOU
DONE? LET ME FREE - NOW!"



I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I just stood there, amazed he was trapped.

 

"I SAID N O W !"

 

I turned my back to him.
"No, Ares. I can't do that. I'm sorry."

 

"WHAT? YOU CAN'T?
BULLSHIT. YOU BETTER LET ME LOOSE YOU BITCH. LET ME LOOSE NOW AND I WON'T KILL YOU."

 

"No."

 

Ares wildly fought against the
restrains to no avail. Becoming more
and more furious with each passing moment.

 

"B I T C H !" He yelled so loud the windows shook.

 

I couldn't take it any more. I ran into the bathroom, slamming the door
and hung over the sink crying. He hates
me! And why wouldn't he? It was only a few days ago when I felt the
same way about him. But that didn't
make the ache in my heart go away. He
was still yelling. What have I done?

 

I began to pack what I had in the
bathroom. I tried to ignore Ares
threats and insults he was still yelling.
Then I heard a strange sound.
Something broke. I rushed into
the other room. Ares was still on the
bed, but he wasn't yelling any more or fighting the chains. Something happened, but what?

 

"Come on Donna. Let's be reasonable and talk about
this. Just where did you find these
chains? I could swear my brother, Heph,
made these."

 

I didn't answer.

 

"Donna, at least tell me why
you are doing this to me.
Please?" He looked at me
with those innocent, puppy dog eyes.

 

I approached the bed and reached
to brush away the hair in his face.

 

"I . . . I'm so sorry,
Ares. This is the hardest thing I've
ever had to do in my life. But you
won't let me go. You won't let me go
home." Tears began filling my eyes
again.

 

"Free me, Donna, and I
promise I'll let you go home.
Really!"

 

Ya, right. Maybe in a body bag! "I can't. I don't have the key."

 

"LIAR!"

 

He had broken the left hand chain
loose from where the professor had attached it. The chain hit my shoulder and back, while the cuff and his hand
slammed into my face. I fell back,
landing on my ass. I was bleeding from
the mouth. He kept swinging the chain
at me, trying to strike me again.

 

"YOU FUCKING TRAMP. THE ONLY PLACE YOU'RE GOING IS
TARTARUS! YOU'RE GONNA DIE WHEN I GET
OUT OF HERE."

 

I could already feel my face
swelling from where he hit me and I had a terrible headache. At least I wasn't concentrating on my aching
heart any more. I had never seen him so
mad before. He scared the shit out of
me. He face was red, eyes cold and
black, hair all wild, every muscle rippling over his gorgeous body. Damn! I
can't believe I'm still attracted to him. You need help Donna.

 

But it was true. He was helpless, yet he still possessed such
great power and strength. He was truly
the perfect man in my eyes, except for his temper, that is. I got up from the floor and started to pack
up my belongings, not bothering to do a neat job of it. I just wish this night were over already, so
I could hurry and get on the plane for home.

 

Ares could do much. He couldn't free the other locks with his
one free hand. Frustrated, he grabbed whatever was within his reach and hurled
it at me, yelling obscenities. When
that didn't do anything, he got real quiet.
I knew his mind was going a hundred miles a minute, searching for a way
out.

 

I didn't speak to him
either. I moped from the closet to the
dresser to the suitcase, collecting my personal belongings. I noticed his necklace on the floor by the
coffee table. Apparently, he had
snatched it from around his neck and threw it at me in his little fit. I bent down and picked it up. Tears ran down my face as I caressed the
pendant. My back was to him so I didn't
think he could tell how I was feeling, forgetting that he could read my mind.

 

"Baby?" he spoke
softly. "Please, I don't want
things to end like this. Neither do
you. I thought you loved me? Were you faking everything the entire
time? No, you weren't. I can still feel your love now. Please, Donna, free me. I promise not to hurt you. I just want to love you."

 

I broke out in heavy sobs and sat
down in place, pulling my knees to my chest and burying my head.

 

"Please stop it. Don't make this harder then it already
is." You could barely understand
my words, muffled by my sobs.

 

"You fucking BITCH. LET ME GO!" I guess the 'sucker'
approach wasn't working for him and he returned to his loud blaring again.

 

The sound of his voice hit my
almost as hard as his hand had. I rose,
and went to take a shower, figuring the sound of the water running could drown
out his yelling. After I was dressed, I
fixed up my damaged face with some make up and left the room. He was still screaming at me.

 

***************

 

The great God of War was in one hell of a mess. He was becoming weaker and didn't know
why. He figured it was because he was
putting all his energy into trying to escape.
How could she do this to him? To
him? Ares, God of War.

 

Yet, he didn't hate her, although he would still kill her for doing
this to him. In his weird, sick way he
admired her for having the guts to do this, knowing she feared him more than
death. It turned him on. When he got free, he would be sure to rape
her first and then kill her, the bitch.

 

******************

 

 

Day Six: Late Evening

 

 

I went down to the payphone to
call Professor Nijjan. I wanted to make
sure he was ok. There was no
answer. I went into the bar and picked
the darkest corner to sit in. The
waitress came and I ordered plain coke and a few shots of Jack Daniels. When I finally got my courage again, about
two hours later, I was feeling numb.
Not drunk - just numb. I went
back upstairs.

 

I opened the door to my room and
had to rub my eyes a few times to make sure I was seeing clearly. Ares appeared to look semi-transparent. His eyes were closed. I wasn't sure if he was dead or
sleeping.

 

I quietly moved to the side of
the bed to check. Suddenly, he had a
hold of my throat, trying to choke me.

 

"GIVE ME THE KEY!" he
demanded.

 

I easily broke free from his
grasp. Surprised at how weak he seemed.

 

"What's happening to
you?" I only meant to think the words, not say them.

 

"You're killing me, that's
what's happening. Is that what you
want? You want to kill me?"

 

"NO - You're only supposed
to go back to sleep." Oh oh, here
come the waterworks again.

 

"Well it seems your perfect
little plan has a flaw in it now. Too
bad for me huh? Well I hope the guilt
eats away at you for the rest of your miserable little worthless life, you
cunt."

 

His words sounded so
hurtful. And he was serious too. I didn't know if I was going to make it
through the night.

 

I pulled the chair over from next
to the phone to the foot of the bed and sat in it. I guess I must have fallen asleep.

 

****************

 

Ares didn't bother pleading with her for much longer. He was feeling tired. He didn't understand why. He thought he had already been restored to
full strength. He thought it was just
the anger and stress.

 

What none of them knew, including the professor, was without completing
the last day of resurrection Ares would cease to exist. Disappear from the face of the earth as well
his place in history.

 

This could be a rather bad thing to have happen, since the history of
the world would be rewritten. Many,
many things would change. Some people just
would never be born, some lands never conquered. The world as we knew it today would not be the same.

 

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