by Zara Novak
“I—” I began, but he cut me off.
“You talk when I give you permission. Lie back. Flat on the tiles, feet on the edge of the bath. Open your legs.”
I did as he said so. It was surprisingly comfortable. I wondered what would happen next and then I heard the water cut with his movements. Fingers wrapped around the outsides of my thighs, pulling my legs open further. I lifted my head and looked down my body to see him between my open legs.
Oh my god.
He was only inches away from my pussy, and then he moved in close, gently putting his lips on my dripping folds. He kissed me and electricity bolted up and down my body. A sharp gasp left my mouth and my whole body contorted.
“Fuck!” I gasped.
He squeezed his fingers properly into my thighs and kissed me deeply, his lips and tongue sliding over my soaking wet pussy.
“Beg for it, slave,” he ordered.
“Please master,” I begged, my breath sharp and fast. I had never felt another man’s lips on my body before today, and it felt amazing.
“Please what?” he teased, pushing his tongue into my pussy and probing my inner walls. His lips pursed around my bud and started to suck gently. He flicked his tongue up and down my cunt, circled the tip over the clit and pushed down.
Fuck.
“Please let me come,” I begged and hastily added, “Please, master.”
I was right on the brink when it all came to another screeching halt.
For a second he pulled away completely, and the only thing I could feel was his hot breath as it tickled my body. I felt his breath five times before he spoke. “This is your reward slave. Remember that.”
His lips returned to my skin with the fire of passionate fury. At once the orgasm shattered inside of me, a glass ball of heat exploding from my core and washing up and down my body as virulent tides of pleasure. His lips held firm as my body arched up from the tiles, pushing my pussy closer to him, begging him to never leave. I screamed, gasped, I screwed my eyes up so tight I saw stars when I opened them again.
When I was finally done, I dropped back to the surface, my chest heaving, and my body spent. I could feel a huge smile on my face, and the most wonderful warmth inside of me. My ass was so sore from his earlier punishment, but the cool tiles felt good on my skin.
He finally pulled his lips from my dripping pussy and sat up straight in the water.
“Sit up, slave,” he ordered. I was dizzy from the orgasm, but I sat up.
“Yes, master,” I said as I sat up to face him. My eyelids were heavy from their lust stupor. I rolled my lips together, trying to bite back the smile that had been sitting so goofily on my face.
He brushed his hand over my sweaty hair, moving a strand of it from my forehead.
“Enjoy it,” he said, his voice holding a strange warning tone. “It will be your last for a while.”
“Master?”
“Your reward is over now, and we go back to our prior arrangement. Your body is mine, and I will use it for the heir I need, but before that you will be disciplined and used until you have repaid your debt. You need to earn back my trust and pay for your betrayal.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, not really sure what he had in store for me.
“You will not touch your pussy again until I say, and if you do there will be hell to pay. Only I touch it, and only I decide when you get to come. I had planned to take your virginity tonight, and as much as my cock wants to punish that little cunt of yours, I will wait. Going forward your ass and mouth are the only things that will take my seed. Clear?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, but I had hesitated before answering.
“Is there a problem slave?” he said, one brow arched on his head.
“Anal sir, I cannot do that, there is no way I could—”
“You are my slave, and you will do whatever I order you to,” he growled, his eyes flashing like daggers. Without another word he got up from the bath and walked across the room, stopping as he retrieved something from a cabinet. He came back and laid a box down on the tiles. “Open it,” he ordered.
I turned the box towards me and did as he said. Inside there were several metal stoppers and a bottle of lube. “Sir?” I said, looking up at him for clarification.
“Plugs. You will stretch that little virgin asshole until it can take my cock. You will finish getting yourself clean and then you will put one in. Once we get back to your cell, we will see how much progress you have made. If I can’t finish in your ass I will finish in your mouth. A good slave will have my come each and every day.”
“Yes, sir,” I gulped, though I really had a lot of amendments that I wanted to make to that list of orders. Rachel would have a laundry list of counter-demands and addendums. Slave didn’t get a say. Slave did whatever she was told.
Vincent stood and wrapped himself in a towel. “Get clean. Plug yourself and dry off. I suggest you clean yourself thoroughly. You will not get another bath until I decide, so make the most of this one. Clean yourself well, and do not try to escape. This time I will not be there to rescue you. I will be back in thirty minutes.”
Without another word he turned and left, leaving me alone in the opulent bathroom with my tools and his set of particular instructions. He didn’t close the door as he left. No lock, no nothing to stop me from getting up and leaving.
In a way that felt like the real show of power. Everything else was a game for his own twisted amusement. Here’s your prison. I’ll leave the door open. You can’t escape even if you want to.
I set to cleaning myself, not holding back while enjoying this last moment of luxury. The shampoos and soaps around the bath all looked very expensive, everything here did in fact. I cleaned myself from head to toe, pampering myself with the luxury items the Don had around the bath. I would make the most of this moment while I could. Who knew what horrors were waiting for me back in that cell.
After about fifteen minutes I was done cleaning myself. I got out of the bath and dried off, using a towel that felt like a cloud and a hairdryer to dry my hair. My ass was still numb from the punishment on the chair, but the rest of me felt like it had been on a spa weekend.
Maybe this is how he hooked me in. Treat me good. Treat me bad. Always keep me guessing.
I was about to get up and wait by the open door when I remember the box of anal plugs. I let out a hesitant sigh and walked over to inspect the box that I had forgotten. Inside there were five chrome plugs, ranging from small to large. The smallest was the size of a large strawberry, the largest was like a fist. I rolled my eyes, picked up the smallest and lathered it with a generous helping of the lube.
Apart from a plush white bathing robe, I had nothing else on now. I squatted down on the ground, held the studded end of the plug and placed it up against my ass, gasping as the cold metal and gel kissed my hole. I pushed it inside of myself and clenched around it.
Straight away I felt the cold metal stretching me, in a strange but pleasurable way. The stretching stung a little, but like the spanking it left a numb warmth that made me kind of horny all over again.
It actually felt kind of good. This was definitely one of the kinkier things I had done. Even the naughty little Christian girl hadn’t played with her ass.
I stood up and rolled my hips a little, feeling the small plug now inside of me. A small part of me actually enjoyed how naughty this felt, despite the context of this utterly insane situation. I was a slave, yes. Did that mean no part of this would physically feel good?
Walking back across the room, I washed my hands in the sink and dried them off. It was then that I heard Vincent return. I looked up and saw him standing in the open doorway. He was wearing a bathing robe too, but his was black.
“All ready, slave?” he asked.
“Yes, master,” I said.
“Very good. Are you plugged?”
“Yes, master.”
For a moment he stared at me. He had made it quite clear now that looking into my mind and
dissecting my thoughts was easy for him. He didn’t have to ask; he surely already knew. Maybe getting me to say it out loud was just another way for him to humiliate me.
“Prove it,” he said firmly.
“Prove it, sir?” I asked.
“Turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks. I want to see your asshole, slave. Do it now.”
That settled it then. It was definitely about humiliating me.
Without another word I turned around on the spot and bent over. I lifted my robe up, revealing my ass to him. The studded base had a red crystal heart on the very bottom. I pulled apart my cheeks, no doubt that he could see the little red heart now.
“Very good,” he said. “How does it feel?”
“It stretches sir, but I can handle it.”
“Good. Stand up. Let us go back to your cell.”
I stood up and turned back around to face him. He stepped aside in the door and I walked out into the corridor. He gestured for me to follow him and I did so. It was only a minute or so before we got back to the cell I had escaped from earlier. We were closer than I realized.
The vampire pulled the key from his robe and opened the cell. He motioned for me to go inside and I did so. Vincent walked in behind me and locked the door, leaving the key in the hole. There was a new torch on the wall, casting flickering light across the blank stone cell.
The dark and sparse room somewhat brought back the reality of my situation.
This was not all flowers and roses.
“Take off the robe,” he ordered from behind me. I apprehensively bit my bottom lip. He would try to fuck me in the ass now, and if that didn’t work, he’d fuck my mouth. Don’t get me wrong, our time in the bathroom together had been unexpectantly amazing, but this room was stark and cold. Things felt more real in here.
Maybe I was in deeper than I realized.
I’d already managed to appeal to his gentler side once. Maybe I could do it again?
“Master, I—”
A flash of movement and air swept through the room as he bolted in front of me. He held my jaw in one hand, his red eyes burning intensely into mine. I was shaking in his grasp.
“The time for talking is over.”
With a trembling nod I followed the order. I unfastened the loose belt and pulled back the gown until it fell to the stone floor. My skin covered in goosebumps immediately. Vincent’s own robe undid itself and peeled back from his body, revealing that mountain of splendid muscle once more. He was erect, his large cock jutting up into the air.
“Get on your knees, slave,” he ordered. “Suck your master’s cock.”
The fucked thing was that I felt myself getting wet all over again. Some stupid fucking part of me actually like this arrangement. Apparently, I was into being treated like shit. Maybe a lifetime of desperation did that to a girl.
Despite it all I was still nervous as fuck. I slowly sank to my knees, moving the robe underneath me so I had something soft to kneel on. He stopped me as I was doing it.
“No,” he said firmly, kicking the robe across the floor. “You will feel the stone while you suck my cock.”
I looked up at him and nodded meekly. I didn’t really know how to start so I just did. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of giving all the orders. Like with my hands, I had no idea what I was doing with my mouth. I simply grabbed his cock and went to shove it in.
“No hands,” he growled again, slapping my hand away. “Mouth only. Get my dick good and wet. It’ll be better for that little virgin ass of yours.”
My mouth opened around the bulbous head and his cock dipped inside. If I had to make any guesses, I would say he was at least ten inches long. The girth alone was big enough that I had trouble making my fingers meet around him. Sweet and salty precum flushed across my tongue and taste buds as I took him in my mouth. I breathed through my nose, the air rushing from my own nervousness.
“That’s it, slave,” he growled while gently pushing his cock back and forth. So far, he hadn’t pushed any further than the head. Was he breaking me in gently? Then, as if reading my thoughts again, he started to push forward. “So, you want more, do you?” he said.
My hands were at my side, balled into tight fists as I tried to focus on my breath. He took my head in his hands and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, the bottom of his shaft sliding over my tongue as he filled me. I was about halfway down the long shaft when I felt the tip of his fat cock touch the back of my throat.
The urge to gag took hold of me and my hands instantly whipped up and grabbed the base of his cock to pull it out. I gasped for air.
“Slave,” he growled.
“Sorry sir,” I panted. “I just need a minute. You’re big. I’m not—”
“You had an order to not touch,” he said. “Hands down, behind your back. Now. They are bound.”
As he said the words my arms moved behind my back, and then I felt something wrapping around my wrists, or at least I imagined I did. I twisted to look back and saw nothing there, but his control convinced me there was. I couldn’t move my arms if I wanted to. I looked back at the vampire lurking over me.
“You will remain bound until you learn your lesson. Just like your ass, your mouth and throat will need to stretch too. Your body has a lot to learn slave. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
With one hand on his cock and the other on my head, he guided the tip back into my mouth. As humiliating and degrading as this was, I couldn’t ignore how absolutely fucking wet I was all over again. Maybe I really did like this? There had to be something wrong with me because I found myself actually wanting to do a good job.
Story of your life Rachel. Always trying to please everyone. Even your captors.
I breathed deep as he pushed his cock in again, sliding into my mouth until his shaft was halfway buried once more. The tip touched the back of my throat and I felt that overwhelming urge to pull back again, but this time I held firm. It felt a little easier for a few seconds, though still difficult.
He pulled back and rested the tip on my lips, giving me a chance to breathe.
“Very good slave,” he said. “You will find it gets easier over time. Now we will go all the way, and you will hold for three seconds, even if you want to stop. Clear?”
I nodded my head in answer. This time he gathered my hair in his palm and used it to pull me onto his dick. The long shaft slid all the way to the back of my throat until my lips were around his base. That urge came over me again, much stronger than it had before.
“Hold,” he said.
The first second was an eternity.
“Hold,” he said again.
My body had started to flinch, wanting to fight and pull back.
“Hold,” he said again.
The third second was the longest.
When he finally pulled out, I was gasping for air. His cock was coated in my saliva, dripping from his long shaft in clear and glistening strands. I had tears in my eyes, not from any emotional distress, just a physical side effect of having a ten-inch cock in your throat.
“How was that?” he asked.
“Good master,” I said, not wanting to say the wrong thing. It had felt a little uncomfortable, but something told me the reaction was mental and not physical. A stumbling block that I just had to overcome. Part of me wondered why I was even going through with this. I should have left the bastard blind and run when I had a chance.
I then realized the really fucked thing. That small part of me, the twisted part that was actually enjoying this, what if that wasn’t a small part of me at all.
What if that was me?
“Before long you will be deepthroating my cock and swallowing my seed for breakfast. Now my cock is good and wet, let’s see how that ripe little virgin ass can handle me.” The invisible binds around my wrist then seemed to break. “Turn around. On all fours.”
I followed his orders, presenting myself to him in a manner where he could see everything. He knelt d
own behind me and pulled out the plug. His fingers ran up my slick pussy and he rubbed them over my ass, coating me in my own juices.
“Seems you quite enjoyed that cock sucking, slave,” he said. “Maybe I will have to think up different punishments. I hadn’t expected my good little virgin to be such a desperate whore.”
He was just talking dirty, I knew that much, but the words really did make me feel naughty. I couldn’t explain how he had such an effect on me, and I felt stupid in a way that he did. The truth was however is that I liked the idea of being treated like a whore. I liked the idea of being his whore at least, even if I knew how fucking crazy this all was.
“Take a deep breath and relax slave. This will hurt.”
I braced as he put a hand on my ass. I then felt something wet and hard push up against my hole. The tight muscle clenched and quivered as he inched forward, forcing himself inside.
“Fuck—” I gasped.
“Breathe,” he ordered. “Relax.”
I did so, taking a couple of long calming breaths that seemed to relax me more than usual. Was he using his power to make me calm?
A slight pain filled me as I felt myself open around him, but with it there was an undercurrent of pleasure, like most of the punishments I had sustained so far. He couldn’t have been more than a few inches inside me, but I physically felt like I couldn’t take any more. He was so long and thick. Breath raced from my mouth and nose and my nails scraped over the stone.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Relax, slave,” he said. “This is as far as we will go tonight.” With the words he pulled his cock back and then pumped back and forth very slowly, teasing the space he had made with his cock. There was no way I could take the rest of him. He finally pulled his throbbing cock out of my ass and I let out a long sigh of both relief and disappointment.
“Thank you, master,” I said, not really sure why I was acting like a subservient little mouse.
“Your little virgin ass is too tight for my cock, but before long we will have you open and ready.” With the words he pushed the plug back in, and it felt much smaller now after taking a little of his cock. “My slave needs her daily seed, however. I know you want it in your pussy, being the little degenerate you are, but you are not getting rewarded so easily. Turn around, lie on your back. I will fuck your mouth and you will swallow my seed.”
