The Raven

by Terri Pray

  She still felt odd with the hair missing from across her mound, and she wasn't certain why he'd had that done to her. Was she supposed to be childlike this way? No, he hadn't struck her as the type of man interested in children. But then again she really didn't understand him at all, or the way he refused to accept that Davien was a dangerous man. He hadn't even done the research on him. Yet he'd been afraid of him, enough that he'd waited until she was on her own in order to snatch her.

  She had to figure out just what was going on, but she wasn't going to be given the chance to relax and sort through the mixture of information she had been given about the man who had now gained control of her.

  Sean ran one hand down over her buttocks, tracing the curve of her ass as she shivered. Her hands tensed, eyes closing, her cheek pressed against wood of the table. He delved one finger between her taut cheeks, teasing it over the ring of muscle that contained the entrance to her ass. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, a soft tremble playing through her hips even as he traced further down, parting her lower lips before he brushed his finger over her clit and withdrew his touch.

  Her hips rolled but she managed to keep her body under some level of control. Heat flushed through her sex, her inner walls clenched, a spasm rolling through her core. No. She'd fight this. She wasn't about to lose herself with a single, brief touch. She had more strength than this. She had to have.

  “Responsive, isn't she?”

  Tearlach grunted, but said nothing more, and she wasn't about to open her eyes and look at him.

  “Well, let's see how else she responds to touch. If this is anything to go by she'll be dripping with need before the hour is done.” Shaun slapped one hand down against the curve of her ass, forcing a gasp from her lips, a rock driving through her body. She clenched her fingers against the tabletop, her hips pressing forward close to the edge of the wood.

  “Ah, I see. She's been introduced to the world of pain and pleasure. Well, having belonged to Blood I should have expected no less.”

  Did everyone know what that man was capable of doing?

  Or where his tastes lay?

  Damn the man, she'd be marked as a woman who could only cum from pain as long as she stayed within the boundaries of London. Perhaps if she did find a way to make it to the Island that had been within Tearlach's original plan, then she'd be able to find a way to start a new life.

  Shaun lifted up his hand and slapped it down, hard and fast, against her upturned buttocks. She'd gasped, her hips rolling, pressing close to the edge of the table. Heat flushed through her body, her labia swelling, liquid heat coating her inner walls before the next strike caught her off guard and left her sobbing for breath.

  “She's quite adept at translating pain into pleasure,” Tearlach murmured. She didn't have to open her eyes in order to know he now watched every move she made, drank in the soft gulps of pain and humiliation that she knew she made. She wanted to fight it, to hide how she now reacted, but she couldn't.

  No. Even though she wanted to crawl into a hole and bring her traitorous body back under control, she had to look on the bright side of the situation. If they both believed she was a slave, helpless to the whims of her body, then they would be less likely to keep a watchful eye on her after this session was over.

  The next blow stole her ability to think straight. The smack of his hand against her raised backside tore a cry from her lips that rang out through the cabin.

  “If you're not careful then your crew will hear her,” Tearlach muttered.

  “A fair point.” Shaun turned away from the table, searching through the room until he came back with a long strip of cloth. He swiftly tied a knot in the cloth, waving it in front of her face, the draft forcing her to open her eyes to satisfy her curiosity. A gag. “This should do the trick, open your mouth darlin'.”

  She complied without complaint.

  Shaun pulled the gag into place, setting the knot in her mouth before he tied it behind her head. “'Tis a pity to silence her, but you're right, of course. If they heard her there would be a real problem. One that I'm not willing to deal with right now. And when we're done with this, you and I need to be having a little chat about things. You're a good man, old friend, but there are some things you should be thinking about.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Later, Raven. I'm not going to spoil our fun with this plump little goose.”

  Celeste tried not to push the gag out of her mouth. It wouldn't have been easy to do, but the temptation was truly there.

  “And now she's gagged?”

  “I will be able to explore just what she's capable of enduring.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  What she was capable of enduring. Those words chilled her to the very core. It could only mean pain, and worse for her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down and wrap her being in the ice she had formed around her heart. She wasn't certain how long she could keep her mind from stripping away the ice this time, but however much time she managed to buy, it would be worth it.

  Wouldn't it?

  “You've tested the level of pain she can endure?” Celeste tensed at the touch of his fingers over the two welts on her bottom.

  “Only in passing. There has not truly been the time to test her further. She needed time to heal before I pushed matters further. So after that little event I spent the time leading Blood away from our trail.”

  She doubted it had anything to do with her need to heal, and everything with Davien. But even if she hadn't been gagged, Celeste wouldn't have tried to correct him on that, let alone in front of someone else. No, she had learned this was a man who was best not to correct, and simply nod wisely, keeping her thoughts to herself unless he requested she speak of them.

  “In time you're planning on exploring her fully?”

  “Yes, though I had hoped to do that on the Island, but that is not to be. So I will have a proper playroom set up in my house in London. It will take a little time to arrange, but until then I can make do with some of the smaller toys. Belts, floggers, canes etc., and then when the time is right, she can scream her little heart out.”

  They were staying. Good. That might make it easier for Davien to find her. If she lived through whatever horrors Tearlach was planning to inflict on her.

  “And she truly enjoys this type of use, or has she just learned to fake her reactions?”

  “Touch her and find out. There is one reaction they can't fake,” Tearlach laughed. “She truly is a slut in heat.”

  Her jaw clenched at his words. She wasn't a slut in heat. She was a woman. One who had, unfortunately, been trained to react to pain and pleasure combined. It wasn't what she had wanted in life, but even as Shaun reached between her thighs and parted her lower lips, she knew what he would find.

  He slid one finger deep within her core, wriggling it gently against her tight walls. She tried to bite back a groan, but even with the gag in place it filtered into the air. Her womb contracted, her inner being desperate for the feel of more than a single finger. She rocked her hips back toward him, trying to roll onto him, but he wasn't there. Just one finger that now tormented her body with soft twitches.

  “Damp,” Shaun grunted. “With the potential for a lot more. She's squirming now, after a few swats. What would she be like after a decent session?”

  “Find out.”

  Shaun laughed, and lifted up his hand, slapping it down hard and fast on her backside, lashing slap after slap onto her upturned ass, encouraging her skin to burn and turn pink, then red, even as she squirmed over the desk. She yelped into the gag with each swat, her hips pressed against the edge of the desk, her hands flat on the wooden surface. Heat rippled across her ass, finding its way deep into her core, her sex tightening with each new slap to her to firm and reddening ass.

  Shaun brushed his fingertips over her backside, tracing the growing heat across her backside. She couldn't ignore the light touch as it sent shivers through her body, her inner thi
ghs tightening as the hunger in her unruly body began to grow out of control. With her eyes tight closed, her hips rocked softly against the edge of the desk, the smell of the wood teasing her nose, the chicken they had eaten still filled the air and her stomach growled for one source of satisfaction, even as her core demanded another.

  Her clit throbbed. Her nipples pressed tight to the corset, and she wanted, desperately so, to feel the touch of another against her breasts. They felt hot, heavy, and tight, her body screamed for more than she was being granted right now.

  “Even through the gag I can hear her. If I had the chance to grab a short crop I'd have her dancing around this room.” Shaun stepped away from the table, leaving her whimpering against the wood. “Does she simmer well?”

  “Looks as though she already is,” Tearlach laughed, his cold words ringing in her ears as she tried to force past the pain and humiliation. She knew very well that he would feed on her distress and she couldn't, no matter how she felt, allow that to happen. Her body might be his plaything for now, but her mind belonged to herself.

  “She takes a good spanking.”

  “Your hand is hurting?”

  “Yes, never thought my hand would sting so much.”

  She frowned slightly, listening as closely as she could. Was he shaking out his hand? Had he hurt himself in some way with what he had done to her?

  Well, whatever was going on it gave her some measure of reprieve.

  Except Tearlach was right. She was simmering. Her body burned inside. Her inner thighs now coated with her slick cream. She tried to focus on her breathing, but it didn't help.

  A soft shudder worked its way through her hips. Her thighs still kept apart, despite her urge to close them and hide the blatant display of her sex. She could feel how her lower lips had swollen, parted and granted them a lewd display. Yet she had no choice at all. If she moved without permission she would be punished. Badly so.

  “Ah, there it is. She's moving, see her hips?”

  “Yes,” Shaun replied, his footsteps carrying him back toward the table. “She's hungry for more. Perhaps a lot more than a spanking by now.”

  “She's getting there. It will grow. Why not spank her between her legs, on that plump little cunt of hers.”

  She whimpered into the gag. The very thought of being struck there left her shaking as she pressed her hands on the table. Tension flashed across her shoulders, her muscles knotted, nails pressing into the wooden surface of the table. Her buttocks tightened fully, she couldn't pull away from the table, not if she wanted to be able to sit any time soon.

  “Between the thighs?”

  “Yes, right on her cunt lips. Her mound. If I'm reading this correctly she'd jolt, almost jerk right off the table. Her yelp would be a sweet one to hear, but with the gag in place we will not be able to hear it. Still, her face will tell us a great deal. As will the sweet smell and cream between her thighs.”

  Heat flushed across her face, shame knotting her stomach.

  The first blow landed. A wet, humiliating sound. Pain lashed through her sex, into her mound. Her hips jerked hard and fast toward the table, muscles knotting across her shoulders as she pushed up from the wooden surface. Pain, it was more than she had been prepared to deal with. Tears spilled down her cheeks, her body rocking with the shock of the blow that she had been subjected to.

  A strong hand pushed back down against the small of her back, forcing her to lie flat on the table once more. She whimpered into the gag, pleading for mercy. Not wanting to be struck there again, but she had no choice. He lifted up his hand and struck again, and again between her thighs. She cried out, the pain a burning sensation she wanted to shut down, but had no way to do so. Her body tensed, her inner walls rippling again and again. Her cheeks burned bright red, head radiating across her face. Her buttocks already burned from the spanking she had been given and now her sex dripped, coated with cream and need alike.

  Pressure rippled through her being. A rush forced into life through her core. Her mind refused to grasp onto thought now, but allowed itself to be carried by the wave of pain and pleasure that she was now forced to endure. She twisted on the desk, each new blow forced her higher, further away from reality.

  Tears slipped down her face, soaking into the gag she now wore between her teeth. Her hips rocked, pressing back toward him. Her body alive under his touch. Her nails threatened to break as she dug them into the wood.

  She needed something. Anything. Buried between her thighs. Filling her. She couldn't be left like this. Not with how she now felt. Her body wouldn't be denied. Not this time. And yet Shaun hadn't finished with his painful caresses of her body. He slipped two fingers into her cunt, spreading them apart until she groaned, pressing against his touch, trying to take him deeper into her being. Her inner walls tightened on his fingers, rippling as she tried to pull him within her core.

  It wasn't enough.

  “She's trying to suck my fingers in.”

  “Hungry slut isn't she,” Tearlach called out. “Time to put her to use, don't you think?”

  “Not yet.” Shaun pulled his fingers out of her body, only to slap them down, twice, against her plump, heated labia.

  She howled into the gag, squirming. The only thing now keeping her in place was his hand on her back. Couldn't he see that she was hungry for him, for his touch? Or didn't they care?

  She was just a creature for their amusement.

  “Now. I'm tired of waiting. Set her up so you can use her mouth, I plan on putting her sweet cunt to my use.” Tearlach pushed to his feet, the sound of the chair scraping back across the floor caught her attention. “I need to use my slut before my cock decides to explode on its own.”

  Shaun's fingers tangled in her hair, as she was yanked off the table and thrust to the floor. She heard something soft being thrown on the floor and heard Shaun take position in front of her, his hand wrapped in the long lengths of hair. She could hear him, Tearlach, moving behind her, easing to his knees behind her bare backside. It wouldn't be long before he pressed into her and as much as she despised the idea she also couldn't control the desire that rocked fully through her body.

  These men had turned her into a sex-starved fiend.

  And there was nothing she could do about it.

  The gag was pulled out of her mouth, tugged free without so much as a moment to let her gasp for breath. She opened her eyes, blinking, trying to clear her mind enough so she could focus even a little. But before she'd even taken in the size of his cock, Shaun had thrust it against her lips.

  She parted them without a protest, welcoming his cock into her mouth. He groaned above her, sliding fully into her damp recesses. Tearlach pushed her thighs apart even as she felt her head dragged down fully into Shaun's lap, until her nose pressed against his groin. She tried not to tense as Tearlach shifted a little more.

  His fingers dug into her thighs, her back arched, her sex exposed, waiting for his first thrust. Her inner walls clenched at the thought of this man deep within her being, even though her heart protested the idea over and over again.

  “Ready for it, aren't you bitch?” Tearlach growled behind her, pressing the head of his cock between her lower lips. She knew better than to protest at what was about to happen, and it didn't help that a part of her truly wanted this. Wanted him. Or someone buried between her thighs. Her body craved it. She needed to be fed in a way no gentle lover could give her.

  She couldn't even answer, not with Shaun's cock in her mouth.

  Tears stung in her eyes, but they didn't spill over her cheeks, not this time. Instead she closed her eyes fully and wrapped her tongue about his cock, trembling, tense and nervous as she waited for the first thrust from Tearlach.

  She didn't have to wait long.

  His fingers dug into her hips a moment before he buried himself deep into her sex. His balls slapped against her sex as a low groan sounded from around the cock that was filling her mouth. Shaun's grip on her hair tightened hard enough t
hat she felt strands being ripped from her scalp, but the pain only added to her hunger.

  She lapped at his cock, taking it a little deeper, suckling on his throbbing erection until she could feel his desire growing quickly out of control. Shaun pulled back, groaning, the scent of his arousal heavy on the air. He struggled to regain some measure of self-control again.

  Tearlach didn't even try. He pulled back, only to slam into her time and again. She couldn't stop him, and her body welcomed him. Her inner walls clamped on his cock, a low moan torn from her lips. Shaun's cock lingered close to lips, even the low groan was enough to tease the man's senses, her heated breath wrapped about his erection, but still he didn't push back into her mouth. Not yet at least.

  She shivered, her body clenching on Tearlach's cock. He rolled his hips, pressing his thick, throbbing erection, deeper into her body with each passing moment. She couldn't control what her body was doing now. The feel of her inner walls rippling along his cock, the way heat now controlled her body, the pressure that built up between her thighs. Her clit throbbed, slick heat coated his cock, her cream left her inner thighs slick, and she no longer cared about how she looked, or what they thought of her.

  “Look at her. She's hungry. Needy. I've never seen a woman like this before. One so willing, so eager, to take a man's cock.” Shaun's voice was little more than a hungry growl.

  “So use her.”

  Shaun didn't wait any longer, his cock slipped past her lips, filling her mouth almost completely. His taste filled her senses, a heavy, scent that she inhaled with each breath. His balls slapped against her chin, the head of his cock threatening to fill her throat. She struggled for breath, trying to find a way to cope, but her body took over. Her core spasmed about Tearlach's cock, her mouth wrapped around Shaun's cock, and both men thrust into her time and again until she didn't even know her own name.