"Disinfectant if you please."
I turn around as much as I can to look over at him. "I'm clean, you know. Well, I guess you don't know. But you're not actually going to Lysol my ass and pussy are you?"
A smile. Good. At least he isn’t turning frigid. I have a chance if he's actually smiling.
"I do know my way around a female body enough to know that it would be a disastrous mistake. Now, turn around and relax like a good girl.” With his free hand, he does the twirling motion, and I can't help but roll my eyes at him.
Smack. This one didn't hurt so bad. Either he's not spanking me that hard, or I'm actually starting to get used to it.
"Thank you, Trish, that will be all."
Envy flashes through me. Of course, there's a perfect submissive at his beck and call. Why does he need me then? My thoughts begin to drift to darker areas; however, his free hand, now cool to the touch, slides down my pussy and begins to move up and down through my lips. Sobbing out a groan, I buck up, trying to get even more pressure to alleviate my arousal. The motion sends his other finger even deeper inside my ass. At this point, I don't even care. Everything just feels so fucking good.
"That is it, love. Keep riding my finger."
His words fill my brain, creating a haze of pleasure. To hell with this. If I am going to be a wanton, I might as well get every drop of pleasure out of it. Throwing my head back, I moan and writhe against him. His fingers keep moving over me, stopping just above my apex. Why doesn't he just touch me there and get me off! Punishment. The word flits through my brain, amping up my arousal even more.
His finger slides out of me gently, but I still chase after it, needing to be filled in any way I can. Chuckling, he uses his other hand to tweak my clit, nearly sending me over the edge. Crying out, I fist my hands into the bench, so horny and so unrelieved.
"Do not worry my love. It is going to come back." The humor in his voice washes over me. It's as if I can feel his sound.
Without giving me a second to pause or begin thinking, he returns his finger with another. I feel the difference immediately as the whole area begins to stretch and burn. It's such an unusual feeling. I can't tell if I actually like it or not. I pull forward, trying to escape the growing pleasure. Instead, his other hand leaves my pussy and slides up to grab my mound. Hard. Using my body as leverage, he pulls me back closer to him.
"We can either do this the pleasurable way or the hard way.” His grip tightens causing a cry to rip from my throat. "I would prefer to pleasure you. But that is entirely your decision."
Defeated, I sag against the spanking bench. He hasn't really hurt me since we've been down here. Maybe it's time I actually trust what he's doing. He actually seems to be knowledgeable.
"Good girl.” His voice is soft and tender as he rubs the sting of his grip away. Within moments, his two fingers are back at my hole, demanding entrance. Instead of fighting, I force myself to lie there and let him have his way. It takes barely a second for his fingers to slip past my tight ring and inside. Groaning, I slide back, bringing him even deeper inside me. Dear God, it feels so amazing. Nothing this depraved should feel this good. As I arch back into him, his fingers spread inside me, coaxing me even further open. It stings a bit more than his initial entrance; however, instead of making me panic or causing me actual pain, it begins morphing into a delicious cacophony of sensations flowing through my body.
I toss my head back as I arch up and ride his fingers. The orgasm he's been denying me starts building back up. I can feel the tension tighten in my stomach.
"You remember what you have to do, yes?"
Panting, I turn my head. "I. What?" I can't even tell what day it is. I feel so drunk on pleasure right now.
"You have to ask me, pet. You have to beg for your release.” He removes his fingers again, only to replace them with a third. My tight ring clamps down as he tries to ease his way in. whimpers rise up in my throat as the burn picks up. "Breathe love," he whispers into my ear. His breath sends shivers of pleasure through me. The weight of his arm across my back as he leans forward to coax me settles my nerves a touch. His whole body rises and falls dramatically with each breath, setting a rhythm for me to follow. After a few deep breaths, his fingers ease their way in.
"You are doing so well my pet. Just take a little more for me. That is it, love. Just like that."
Before I can think, he is past his knuckles into me. The full stretch sends pleasure curling through my body. At this point, I actually wonder what having his thick cock inside me would feel like. Shame fills me for a moment but only a moment. His fingers work their magic, keeping my brain focused on him and not staying inside myself.
Wanton moans pour out of me as I slide backwards onto his fingers. His weight leaves me, and there’s a cool contrast where he's adding more lube. The shocking temperature change ups my arousal even further. The back of his hand grazes my inner cheeks, and I can tell he's all the way in. His fingers move in and out of me, spreading me out, bringing back that tiny bite of pain and ebbing back into that delicious burn that has my toes curling. The coil of pleasure keeps tightening, cresting and falling until I am near blind with pleasure.
"Please. Please master. I need to come. Please.” I can't even recognize my voice anymore. It's as if someone else possesses me.
Again, his breath tickles my ear. "Come my princess; you have my permission.”
The small part of my brain that never shuts up finds a small sense of satisfaction that his voice sounds as raspy and haggard as mine. At least I'm not the only one getting turned on right now.
His fingers pump furiously in and out of me, sending alternating pain and pleasure shooting through my core. Even with how much his fingers are filling me, I still feel empty and hollow. I clench hard on nothing and wish so desperately for him to fill me completely. As if he can read my mind, he slips two fingers from his other hand into me, stretching me to the breaking point. My breath comes in gasps as he pounds into me, filling me, stretching me, making me his. Sadness rises up to mingle with the mind shattering orgasm he gives me. There's no way I can settle for a good boy The Family picks out for me. Adrian has ruined me for any other man.
Even in my wildest fantasies, I never felt this owned or conquered, and we still haven't gotten to the punishment yet. I clench in both fear and arousal as I remember what's coming next.
Adrian
Perfection. That is what she is. Her body shivers and clenches around my fingers, and all I can think about is how badly I want to be inside her. Enough waiting. I will have my fill of her. Easing out of her, she still spasms, and I grin like an idiot. I do so much love to bring a woman to orgasm, but this one feels so much better than all the other times. Nothing compared to her hot ass taking me in. I may have been joking about the fisting, but she will have me in every hole before too long.
Wiping my hands, I reach down and grab the ginger and the knife. The edge is razor sharp and glides through the exterior of the ginger like butter. I keep glancing up, distracted by the bounce and twist of Evangeline's hips. Knowing my girl, she is overthinking everything, especially this upcoming punishment. I wish I knew what to do or say to get her out of her own head. I suppose it will just take time and trust, and time, I have in abundance.
After making quick work of the ginger, I look at it closely, making sure every bit that will be inside her is exposed. I suppose I should warn the dear thing, but what fun would that be? Resting my palm on her ass, I lean over.
"Word of advice. I would try to stay as relaxed as possible for your punishment.” Immediately, she tenses. Of course, she does. Patting her bottom affectionately, I chuckle and give it a squeeze. "Suit yourself."
After applying some lube to the ginger, I slide it into her hole. My cock throbs as I watch it disappear, as if her body is sucking it in. Greedy minx. Once it is seated all the way to the hilt, I check the flange at the end to make sure there is no possible way it can go inside her. I wipe my hands back off and make my
way over to see her face. Her eyes are wet, and past tears are dried on her face. She looks glorious.
"How are you doing?" I smile down at her and run my fingers through her hair.
"I think I'm fine? I guess I had something different in mind for a punishment. I thought it would be…"
Bingo. Her expression changes in an instant.
"Um. Um. Something's really wrong here!" Her eyes are wide and desperate. God help me, it makes my cock throb even harder.
"Is there now?"
"Yes!" she practically screams. "I think I'm allergic to whatever the hell you just did!"
Tsking, I walk back over to examine her backside. No sign of distress or redness. "Nope. I see no sign of a reaction. This is all perfectly normal."
"Normal? What the hell did you do to me?"
"Such naughty language. Didn’t we already have a discussion about that?" In her defense, she does have the forthright to look contrite. "Perhaps I shall give you something to wash your mouth out with then.” Stepping back, I unbutton the top of my pants and slowly unzip them. I hope she is enjoying this show I am putting on for her because each second I am not in her mouth is complete torture.
With the pants in a heap at the floor, I hook my thumbs under the band of my underwear. Evangeline stares at my cock, almost drooling. It seems the discomfort of the ginger is taking second fiddle to finally seeing the goods. I tease them down, just enough for the head to pop up then pull them back up. She groans, and it is the most delicious sound.
"You should not be enjoying your punishment," I chuckle darkly, maneuvering back to the piece of ginger.
"Oh, I'm not! This is torture. Horrible, horrible torture."
Smart ass. Reaching into my bag, I pull out a crop. "Aren’t you currently being punished for lying? I’m sure you don’t wish to add to your sentence.”
I grasp the ginger by the plug and twist it back and forth. Her loud whimpers tell me everything I need to know. I bring the riding crop down hard on her ass, and smirk at her howl of pain.
"I told you to relax. The more you clench, the more it will burn.”
I smack the other cheek, delighting at the bloom of red marring the milky white.
Tossing it aside, I go back up to her face. I have to have her. I have never needed someone like this before, and it frightens me somewhat. Shoving those thoughts out of my head, I yank my underwear down and grip her silky strands in my fist.
"Tell me the truth. No games. Have you ever sucked a cock before?" Her cheeks turn a bright crimson.
"Yes sir," she whispers, looking down at the ground.
"Good. Then you know what to do. Open.”
I cannot let myself think about the other man or men she might have serviced. I have bedded countless women, but the thought of her lips around another man makes me want to tear down the walls. Glancing down, I see my beautiful princess, lying there in my rope, with her mouth open for me patiently. I do not deserve this delicate flower. Reaching down, I stroke her cheek, marveling in the softness of her skin. My balls tighten and tingle at the thoughts that race through my head.
Fisting the base, I bring the tip to her mouth. Warmth envelopes my skin and sends tingles down my spine. My balls tighten even more, almost to the point of pain. I cannot hold back any longer. Tightening my grip on her hair, I surge into her mouth. My dark depravity sings in exultation as she gags around my length. Pulling out, I give her a moment to breathe before ramming back in. Her tongue swirls around my tip as I drag my cock back out of her mouth. If she keeps this up, I will explode in moments. Pulling away, I kneel down and kiss her hard. Her moans into my mouth as my tongue plunders her nearly unmans me right there. Standing back up, I stare down at this wonder below me. The pain of the ginger is all but forgotten. For once, her beautiful eyes are glazed over, and she is acting on instinct instead of brain. This is where I want her. Always.
Without a word, she opens her mouth back up, inviting me in. I do not even hesitate. In one swift motion, I am in her up to the hilt. Her throat flexes around my tip as she tries to swallow. Groaning, I pump a few more times before letting her breathe
"You will swallow every drop, do you understand?" I growl. She nods and opens back up. Such a good, wonderful pet.
After a few more pumps, my balls feel like they want to explode. I am so very close. Giving her one more moment to breathe, I thrust back in and hold her head down against me, shouting my completion. Her throat works hard against me, trying to swallow every bit. Easing up, her breath comes in gasps against my cock as it softens slightly. Tears stream down her face. She has never looked so beautiful to me than in this moment. I wait for a few moments to soften some more before pulling all the way out. As I move to back up, she looks up at me, awe etched into her features. I want to remember this moment forever.
Unfortunately, real life has to be attended to first. Squatting down, I look deep into her beautiful eyes. "Well done, my dear. Your penance is paid. All is forgiven.”
I kiss her gently on her lips and let her float there while I go back and ease the ginger out of her. She moans and whimpers softly, and my cock stirs again. I haven’t even fed from her yet, but all my dick can think about is her dripping pussy. Priorities. I glance over at Trish, and motion for her with my head. I need to attend to my hunger and my woman before too long.
She brings over a trash can and aids me in cleaning up the space. I shoo her away and return to my pet. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing is rhythmic. Smiling, I bend down and untie her bonds, rubbing each extremity before putting up my rope. Her body is hot against mine as I scoop her into my arms and take her into an alcove. I should count my blessings that she is out so hard. It will make feeding that much easier.
Laying her against some pillows, I double check that she is still dozing before pulling out a scarificator. Just in case the prick wakes her up, I ease a silk scarf around her face. Luckily for both of us, I can drink rather fast. Spreading her legs, I lick my lips as I see the glisten from her arousal. Dipping down, I inhale before teasing my tongue along the edges. She moans, splaying her legs even further. I take my scarificator and place the box against her inner thigh. As I go to turn the handle to release the razors into her skin, I suck hard on her clit, making sure any pain gets mixed into the pleasure. She jumps and tries to remove the blindfold.
"Leave it on, young lady. Lay back and let me pleasure you. A reward for a job well done.” With a smile, I watch her lay back onto the pillows. Already, the blood is welling up and around the box, but it's mingling so perfectly with her essence that there is no way she will be able to tell the difference. I lean down and lick the blood and arousal running down her inner thigh. The heady mixture goes straight to my brain. Her blood is truly nectar of the gods. I keep my thumb on her clit and strum back and forth as I ease two fingers into her. She immediately sucks them in and grips hard. She is already so close. I raise up from my feast for a moment.
"Come whenever you wish, my pet. No need to ask for permission this time.”
I go back to sucking and licking, my fingers never stopping their pace. Her cries and moans fill my ears as she comes hard again. I grip her leg as she thrashes about, so I can finish my dinner. Sighing, I lick her clean before using my fangs to prick my finger. For a moment, I watch the blood well up on the digit before smearing a little bit on the cuts. Slowly, the wounds close up, leaving behind a few faint marks. She probably won’t even notice them.
I give her thigh one last lick to remove any traces of blood and slide up next to her on the pillows. Slowly, I ease the blindfold off of her and gaze into her eyes for just a moment before kissing her forehead and drawing her into my arms. For once, I feel at peace—more than when I would meditate for hours on end. I don’t know how, but I will convince her to be mine.
She snuggles in, her body warm and sleepy. Even her tired, contented sighs tug at my heart. She looks so serene and delicate.
"So, now do you want to tell me about the belt?"
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nbsp; She stiffens in my arms. Too soon. But I need to know. She can't keep hiding from me if we're going to end up spending her natural life together. Pain lances through me. If she stays human, I will have to watch her die. But I cannot convince her to give up her life for me. That would be the most selfish thing I could ever do. Shaking my head, I bring my thoughts back to the present. One day at a time. For now, I need to focus on making her mine. That is step one. Everything else can come later.
I tilt her chin up. "I will not hurt you. I promise. However, if we are to play together again, I need to know your triggers. Did someone hurt you?"
Her eyes glaze over, replacing her expression with a blank stare. "No. No one hurts me. I am loved and cherished."
What the hell? That can’t be right. Her tone, her demeanor, everything feels wrong. Tilting her chin back up and grasping it with my thumb and forefinger, I stare her down.
"Tell me." I imbue every ounce of compulsion I have into my command.
She winces and closes her eyes before staring me down. "I have already told you. I am loved and cherished. Now, if we are done here for tonight, I would like to go back home. Thank you for a wonderful evening."
Her tone is icy and cold. Dread runs through me. I can’t compel her. That means trouble for the club if she ever finds out. Good thing I blindfolded her before I fed. I will have to be very careful until I reveal myself. I disentangle myself from her arms and stand. I know I'm frowning. I try so hard to keep it off of my face, but I am angry and hurt. Somehow, I feel betrayed. But there is no way it is her fault. As I understand it, no one can choose to not be compelled.
"Get up," I growl. "I will find you clothes and take you home."
"What, so you can stalk me? No, thank you. I will go home myself."
"Like hell you will," I bellow, stalking her until her back is flush against the wall. Fear shines in her eyes as she stares at me. So much for actually winning her over. Softening my voice, I reach out to stroke her cheek. "Forgive me. I should not have shouted."
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