His hand snakes up and grabs my breast, squeezing tightly for a moment before letting go. He repeats the process, his cock sliding up and down, filling me with warring sensations. My skin feels like it wants to burst. Everything is tight, hot, heavy, and achy. In the depths of my mind, I get the feeling that he can help me. He can ease this torment, but I can't let him. To do so would be to lose my soul forever.
Chapter Five: Asmon
Fathers, but she's absolutely perfect. I stare down at where our bodies collide, and I get even more aroused with each pass over her soaking slit. I never knew someone could be so responsive. Not even Angelica got this wet for me. Maybe that's because she never actually wanted you. With a grunt, I force my brain away from that maddening thought and onto the human in front of me. She is all too real and more than just a touch turned on. Her body shakes in my grasp as she fights herself. Why? I'm not sure. Surely one that's this depraved would have no trouble letting their baser urges go; however, just with everything else so far, she's completely undermining my expectations.
I shove her legs up a bit more until she's nearly doubled over. My chest still aches from where she kicked me earlier, and I can't let that go unpunished. Holding her firm in my grasp, I let my tail wander her body. Every inch of me wants to imprint on every inch of her: what better way than invading every part of her being? I'll save her pussy for last, once she's earned it. But right now, I'm going to open her eyes to what it truly means to be punished by me, and at my mercy. Resting her legs on my chest, I dip my head down to feast on her nipple. Her scent invades my nose and stirs the beast just lurking beneath the surface. It's taking every bit of willpower not to claim her as mine.
Every line is taut and tight. She holds her body rigid against me. Each swipe of my tongue makes her stiffen up. Glancing at her face, her eyes are screwed tight. Wrinkles furrow at her brow, a testament to how firm her resolve is. Bringing my free hand down, I skim her lower lips, completely ignoring her clit. Instead, I dip a finger in, just enough to coat the digit with her essence. Her hips shift just a bit, but it's enough to let me know that she's not as unaffected as she's trying to play herself.
With a smirk, I trail my finger lower, staring at her face with an intense, heated gaze. The moment my finger skims her back entrance, she becomes ramrod in my arms. Her eyes fly open and meet mine. No words come out of her mouth, but her lips part so delectably. Her eyes are wild as she tries to scoot back.
Let her. I simply follow her with my fingers. There's nowhere for her to go. Nowhere for her to run. I readjust my grip on her hip as I ease my finger through her tight ring. Groaning, I watch her face run through a gamut of expressions. She's fighting hard. So ridiculously hard. But she's not protesting or asking me to stop. I slide it in further, up to my knuckle and twist about a few times. Caitlin lays her head back against the table and closes her eyes.
"Look at me!" I'm not going to let her hide in her mind while I torment her body. Those wide eyes stare down at me, her lips flattening for a moment then opening again. She wants to say something, but nothing comes out. No matter. I slide my finger all the way to the hilt as I stare her down.
"Oh please." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the rapid beating of my heart.
"Please what?"
Her face turns a beautiful pale pink as bites down on her lower lip.
"What do you want?" I withdraw my finger and replace it with a second. A light moan escapes her lips. Good, she's finally cracking. "Is this what you want? You want me to defile your ass?" The blush turns crimson and she looks away. The beast is not having any of it. I grip her thigh tighter, drawing a yelp from her pretty lips. "Did I say you can look away?" She turns back and shakes her head, her eyes misting over as she looks at me. "You will use your words," I growl, before bending forward and biting down on her nipple. Caitlin squeaks and tries to pull back, but I hold on for another moment, just to make sure she understands that I mean business.
"Yes Sir." Her voice is soft and wavers just a touch.
I let go of her nipple and brace both hands on either side of her. Her breath is frantic. With each inhale, some part of her rubs up against me. It's driving me insane. My balls are tight and heavy. I need to get off soon. My cock bobs against her stomach, and the light touches aren't nearly enough to get me where I need to go. I need to end this now. Without giving her any warning, any time to think, I slide my tail up to where my fingers had just been and start to delve inside of her.
I groan as my tail slips inside her. It's not what I want to be fucking her with, but at least it's a part of me. Something. Anything. I just have to become a part of her. A throaty moan slips past her lips and she arches her hips as best she can, trying to impale herself further on the slim appendage. Fathers, but it's enough to almost make me burst. Precum leaks from my head as I push myself deeper into her. It smears across her belly and glistens in the candlelight.
"Mine."
The feral sound rips from my throat as I lay the tip flat, expanding it inside her tight channel. She looks down at me, her eyes wide with fear and lust. It's a heady combination. I lengthen my nails and dig them into her skin as I fuck her with my tail. Mewls and whimpers spill from her lips. A light sheen of sweat covers her body.
I lean over and lick my way up her sternum. The salt from her skin is so damn delicious. The harder I fuck her, the more frantic her breathing becomes. Her entire body clenches in my grasp. Tingles of pleasure travel from my tail and up my spine. I'm going to cum so hard, but I don't even care at this point. My balls tighten even more as I rock against her body. I lower her legs again, just a touch so that my cock can glide against her swollen lips.
Her arousal eases my thrusting. I keep her legs as tight together as I can manage, that way I'm not tempted to dive into her depths. I'm already playing with fire by invading her with my tail. Every inch I give, the beast takes a mile.
Soon, I will be able to think of nothing more than rutting her and filling her with my seed. Can. Not. Happen. Once this week is up, she has to leave. If she somehow became pregnant...my movements falter at that thought. The beast smiles inside me. It wants nothing more than to see her swollen with child. I must fight him. I must give her back.
I resume my humping, losing myself in the feel of her skin, the wetness of her arousal. Her whimpers turn into frenzied grunts, and it tips me over the edge. With a loud shout, I empty myself onto her stomach, primal satisfaction seeping into every pore as I watch my cum mark her.
I resist the urge to smear it all over her body, to visually claim what I cannot have. Pulling out my tail, I lower her legs to the floor and make my way over to a small basin in the corner. I run the water for a moment, knowing that humans seem to like the warm over cold. Wetting a few rags, I wash my hands thoroughly, then turn my attention to my tail.
I watch Caitlin out of the corner of my eye as I clean myself up. She shifts and squirms about, and my cum starts to slide down her stomach and towards her mound. I stand there, transfixed as I watch it drip from her body. I want to cum on her over and over again. Just seeing me on her satisfies my primal urges. For now.
Reaching again for the soap, I wash my tail, my brain whirling a mile a minute. I still need to punish her, but all I want to do is drive myself back into her heat. Exhaustion lines her features. Her arms must be getting to the point of uselessness by now. Time to put her out of her misery.
Drying everything off, I grab the towels and walk back over to Caitlin. I ignore her soft sighs as I rub her down, cleaning away any evidence of her effect on me. The beast howls in my brain, angry that I've removed the one thing that made her ours. I don't give in and keep scrubbing until her skin is a dewy pink in the lights. With a flick of my wrist, I toss the soiled rags back over to the basin and fist the bit of chain closest to her neck.
"Now, you listen to me, love. You've got a punishment waiting for you. Be a good girl and don't fight me. Who knows, I might even let you get off when I'm through with you.”
Her lower lip trembles beautifully. Pausing, I skim my thumb over the softness before winding the chain around my fist a few times. I draw her closer, my gaze locked on her lips. She snakes out her tongue to wet it, and I'm lost.
I lower my head to hers and feast on her mouth, my tongue lapping at the seam, demanding entrance. With a sigh, her lips part and I dive right in. The peppermint from her bender still lingers a bit, and I make the decision right then and there that she will have peppermints with every meal. The spiciness combined with her natural flavor is maddening, and I can't get enough.
Wrenching away, I step back and let us both breathe. She gulps in air like she's suffocating. I only give her a moment of reprieve before I slide the cool, metal links over her shoulder and between her breasts. Her moans are soft and plaintive, shooting straight to my cock. I stir again as she shifts about, trying to escape the hard metal on her sensitive skin. When the last link is free and dangling against the floor, I pick up a length and hold it in both hands.
"If you so much as shift your feet while I'm playing with you, you will not only be punished, but not allowed to come at all. Do not test me on this. I will drive you to the brink over and over again, until you're sobbing and begging, but I won't let you tip over. Are we clear?" Like hell am I going to let her best me again.
She bobs her head for a moment, swallows, then murmurs, "Yes Sir," as an afterthought. I'll have to break her of that. I shake my head a moment. There's no time to truly train her. Best to let it pass for now. The unmistakable spike in her arousal draws my balls up and sends a tingle down my spine. She's practically dripping at this point.
I want nothing more than to bend down and feast upon what's so generously offered, but she doesn't deserve that. And thus, punishing her is becoming agony to me. I nudge her feet apart. Already she's on her tiptoes. I see the strain in her body, the effort it's taking to hold herself up. Every major limb trembles.
Passing my hand around behind her thigh, I regrip the chain in both hands and ease it up to her pussy. The cold against her heated skin makes her squirm and gasp, but she keeps her feet as still as she can. I use her arousal to my advantage and glide the links through her slit, ensuring that each bump skims across her clit. Her frantic moans are music to my ears. I pick up the pace, watching her intently.
Her legs shake with effort. Despite the coolness of my dungeon, dots of sweat line her body and roll down. I lean forward and lick up a salty trail, ending just where her hip meets her mound. Shifting over, I breathe out against her clit. I'm unable to help myself. I allow just one swipe of my tongue. I pull away the metal and bury my face at the juncture of her thighs. No sense in denying myself.
One swipe. That's all I intend to do. However, the moment my tongue touches her so intimately, I know I'm lost. The flavor of her essence explodes onto my tongue and covers my lips and nose. I lift her foot and place it on my shoulder, allowing me better access. Her cries reach a fevered pitch as she thrashes about in the restraints. I don't care. Let her fight me. My beast will feast on her body and not stop until it's satisfied. I clamp a hand to her ankle to anchor her into place.
With my other hand, I skim up her thigh and grab her ass cheek. It feels so good to have my hands on her. I don't know why I ever resisted. My beast, finally soothed for a moment, nearly purrs in agreement. Back and forth, I lash her clit with my tongue. I ignore her cries and pleas. This isn't about her. She can come for all I care. This is about me and taking what's mine.
Growling, I place my lips over her clit and suck in. Her hips start bucking against me at a frantic pace before her whole body seizes up. Moans spill from her lips as her orgasm washes over her body. I remove my hand from her ass and shove two fingers inside her channel and pump in and out furiously. If she's going to orgasm, then she's going to give me every ounce of her.
Her body is tight around my digits, squeezing and releasing in hard, rhythmic pulses. My shaft aches and weeps precum. I want to be inside her so badly. Gritting my teeth, I keep thrusting, bringing her over the edge of yet another orgasm. It spills over her and she grips my fingers so hard I can barely move. As her body relaxes, I start pumping some more while I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue.
"No more," she moans, her body slumping down.
"You're not done until I say." I nip at her clit, delighting in the small yelp as she pulls her hips away. I keep my fingers firmly planted inside her but take my other hand from her ankle and grab her ass, dragging her back to my face. I alternate licking and nipping, fully concentrating on my task to make her orgasm again. I ignore the warbled pleas and tears flowing down her face. She drove me to this, then by The Fathers she will come for me. It doesn't take long for her third orgasm to steamroll through her body. I pull my face away to look up at her. Her entire body sags forward, her weight on me and her arms. Frowning, I ease my fingers out from inside her and lower her foot to the ground.
Dark circles that weren't there before darken her eyes. Every ounce of her reeks of exhaustion. This just won't do. Grabbing the chain in a firm grip, I undo one wrist and then the other before catching her into my arms as she collapses off of the table. I gather her up like a child and walk her over to my spanking bench. Her soft moans and whimpers as I place her in the kneeling position tug at my heart just a touch. But I still have to punish her. That's the only reason she is here.
Caitlin turns her head against the soft leather and closes her eyes. I stand there and wait until her breathing evens out. I'll let her get some rest. Besides, I need to get my head on straight before the real work commences. With quick movements, I chain up her wrists and ankles, keeping her in place until I can get back. I walk over to the wall and switch on the camera before heading back up the steps and into my kitchen.
Fredrick stands over by the sink, his movements jerky and angry as he washes the dishes. The moment I'm close enough, he spears me with a glare.
"What's got your tinsel in a twist?"
He puts down the plate and sighs before turning to fully face me. "You're not at all acting like the Krampus I know and serve. You would never stoop to doing anything to an unconscious woman, let alone make me leave the room while you prep her."
I turn to the wall near the door and click a few buttons, revealing a monitor. Caitlin is still just where I left her, ass up and drooling. My cock thumps painfully as I close my mouth to savor her taste. He's right though. None of this is like me. Shaking my head, I make my way over to the fridge and pull out a protein drink. I refuse to acknowledge Fredrick's foot tapping, and instead gulp down the liquid like it's life.
"It's getting worse, isn't it?"
I glare at him but remain silent.
"It's been near a century. Don't you think it's time to claim a mate?"
Snorting, I toss my empty bottle into the trash and walk over to the side stairwell that leads to my room.
"Asmon."
The tone stops me. Fredrick never speaks to me like that until it's a dire circumstance. "Please. I'm begging you. Don't end up like him."
I look over my shoulder and weigh my words. I want to tear him limb from limb. My arms shake with the need to lash out and punch him, but I remain still. He's not saying anything I haven't already thought, but it's still a stick in the craw to hear it from him.
"I'll never be like that monster. You know me better than that, Fredrick."
"I thought I did, Master. I genuinely thought I did."
His words are so soft, he must have meant for me not to hear them. But I do. And the pain of them lances through my heart. I turn and trudge up the stairs, determined to put him and his words behind me. Walking through my room, I bypass the bed. There's no time for sleep right now. Instead, I walk further into it and go into the bathroom. The massive shower invites me in, and I groan in anticipation. I touch a few of the tiles in a specific sequence and pull up the feed from my dungeon. Caitlin is still out cold.
With a grimace, I turn on the water and wait for it to get scald
ing before turning on the shower spray. The hot water pelts at my muscles loosening some of the tension. I roll my head around, grunting at the popping and stretching. My brain churns as I soap down. My eyes remain glued to the screen, keeping a close eye on my human. The beast claws at my brain, demanding I remove her from her shackles and claim her. I grip the soap in my hand and pound my fist against the stone tile. Will I never be free?
My horns slide back into my skull, and I start to almost feel human again. The hot water eases the tension throughout my body and replaces it with a sense of fatigue. It hits me hard, and at that moment, I feel every one of my years. I can’t keep doing this to myself. It’s bad enough that Fredrick is worried about me. If I were honest with myself, I’m worried about me too.
A shift of movement sparks my interest. I tap on the unmute button and strain to hear over the rushing water. Her voice is soft and pitiful as she cries out for help. Fathers help me if I don't get even harder watching her beg. My balls draw up as she struggles in her bonds. Her wails get louder as no one comes to her rescue.
Palming my erection, I grip it in a tight fist and glide up and down my shaft. I can't resist her siren call, the way her ass bounces so enticingly as she wrestles with her restraints. Resting my head on the screen, I watch her as my hand jerks faster and faster over my cock. Precum dots the head and slides off, mingling with the hot water. Groaning, I grip the screen, my eyes glued to the show she's putting on just for me.
Then, a sudden movement forces my focus away. What the fuck is Fredrick doing? His shadowed form creeps into view. He darts his head back and forth, constantly looking over at the entryway. He knows he's not supposed to touch my women. Especially not her. Roaring my displeasure, I curl my hands into fists and slam them against the back wall.
Bits of broken tile spray up at me from the impact, and I ignore the sting of pain as it bites into my flesh. I let my hands down to my side to allow the water to run over them, hopefully clearing out the debris. If not, I'll tend to it later. He jumps on the screen, no doubt hearing the commotion. My lips curl up into a feral grin. Good, at least he knows I'm coming for him.
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