The guest’s orgasm was like a symphony, his body spasming as he filled her. Aurora felt a twisted sense of pride, knowing she had done as she was told. Damian’s hand withdrew, and she felt the emptiness keenly. But she knew this was only the beginning.
When the guest finally pulled out, she remained in position, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening in the candlelight. The room erupted into applause, a cacophony of approval that sent a shiver down her spine.
Damian leaned down, kissing her neck as he whispered, “Good girl.” His voice was filled with a dark satisfaction that sent a thrill through her. She had passed the first test, and now she was truly his.
The rest of the night was a whirlwind of sensation and submission. Aurora served the guests, her body on display, her pleasure a commodity to be bartered and traded. She felt the sting of a whip, the bite of teeth, and the burn of hot wax. But through it all, she remained poised, her eyes never leaving Damian’s.
As the night drew to a close, the guests dispersed, leaving Aurora and Damian alone in the grand hall. He approached her, his eyes gleaming with a possessive hunger that made her knees weak.
“You did well, Aurora,” he said, his voice low and rough. “But now, it’s my turn to claim what’s mine.”
He lifted her up, carrying her to his bedchamber. Aurora knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for, the moment she had dreamed of and feared.
But as she lay there, her body bruised and her mind reeling, she realized that she had made her choice. And she would see it through to the end, no matter the cost.
The door slammed shut behind them, echoing through the empty corridors of the estate. Aurora looked up at Damian, her eyes filled with a fiery determination. This was her new reality, a world of pleasure and pain, of power and submission. And she was ready to face it head-on.
Damian’s gaze raked over her body, his hunger evident. He stepped closer, his hand reaching for the neckline of her dress, ripping it away to expose her breasts. Aurora gasped as his mouth closed over one nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. She arched into the sensation, her body already responding to his touch.
He led her to the bed, a king-sized monstrosity of velvet and iron, a symbol of his dominance. He pushed her onto the soft mattress, his hands moving to tie her wrists to the bedposts. Aurora’s heart raced as she felt the cold metal bite into her skin, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she spread her legs, inviting him in.
Damian’s eyes darkened, his cock hardening at the sight of her submission. He reached into a drawer beside the bed, pulling out an assortment of sex toys-whips, dildos, and restraints. He picked up a leather paddle, the sound of it hitting the palm of his hand sending a shiver down Aurora’s spine.
He began to tease her, his touch alternating between gentle and rough. He trailed the paddle over her skin, the leather cool against her fevered flesh. Aurora’s breath grew ragged as she felt herself getting wetter, her body begging for more.
Then the paddle came down, a stinging slap that made her cry out. He didn’t stop, his strokes growing stronger, more demanding. Aurora’s body writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder. She could feel the beginnings of a bruise forming, but the pain only heightened her pleasure.
He moved down her body, his mouth replacing the paddle, his teeth nipping and teasing her clit. Aurora’s hips bucked, trying to get closer, needing more. Damian chuckled, his breath hot against her skin.
“Please, stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’m too sore, I can’t take anymore.”
But he only growled in response, his fingers delving into her wetness, pushing deeper until she was begging for mercy. He ignored her pleas, his own desire taking over.
Her cries grew more frantic as he worked her body, bringing her to the brink of climax only to pull back, leaving her panting and desperate. Aurora’s eyes searched his, a silent plea for reprieve, but he was lost in his own need.
He slammed into her without warning, his cock filling her to the hilt. Aurora’s body jolted, her muscles clenching around him. She was so tight, so sore, but the feeling was exquisite.
He fucked her mercilessly, his strokes deep and punishing. Aurora’s cries grew louder, her body shaking with the effort to keep up. She was close, so close, but she didn’t dare come without his permission.
“Beg for it, Aurora,” he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers. “Beg me to let you come.”
“Please,” she choked out, her voice thick with desire. “Please, I need it. I’m so close!”
Damian’s smile grew wicked, his thrusts never slowing. “Not yet,” he said, his voice strained with his own need. “Not until I say so.”
Aurora’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body a live wire of sensation. She could feel her orgasm building, threatening to consume her. “I can’t, I can’t hold on,” she gasped.
He reached for a vibrator, pressing it against her clit as he continued to fuck her. Aurora’s back arched, her legs trembling as she tried to escape the intense pleasure.
“Please, please, I’m so sore, please let me come,” she begged, her voice a desperate whisper.
Damian leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a bruising kiss. “Beg harder,” he murmured, his hand tightening around her throat.
“I’m begging, please, I’ll do anything, just let me come,” Aurora pleaded, her voice breaking.
With a roar, he finally gave in, his hips driving into her with a brutal force that made the bed shake. Aurora’s body tensed, her muscles quivering as she felt the orgasm crash over her. She screamed into the pillow, her body writhing and bucking as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.
Damian didn’t relent, his strokes growing more erratic as he chased his own climax. He slapped the vibrator against her clit, the intense vibrations sending her over the edge once more.
Her body was a mess of sensations-pain, pleasure, exhaustion-but she couldn’t stop the moans that escaped her. She was lost in the storm of sensation, her mind a whirlwind of need and submission.
Finally, with a guttural groan, he came, his hot seed filling her up. Aurora felt a strange satisfaction, a sense of accomplishment. She had served her purpose, given him what he wanted.
He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. Aurora felt the emptiness, the ache that lingered. But she was too tired to do anything more than whimper.
Damian untied her, his touch surprisingly gentle as he helped her sit up. He handed her a glass of water, which she gulped down gratefully. Her body was slick with sweat, her limbs trembling.
“You did well, my pet,” he said, his voice still gruff with desire. “You took everything I gave you and then some. I knew you were strong.”
Aurora managed a weak smile, her body feeling like it had been put through a wringer. But she knew that this was only the beginning. She had made a deal with the devil, and she would have to pay the price.
He leaned in, kissing her gently. “Rest now,” he whispered. “Tomorrow, we’ll start your training in earnest. You’ll learn to crave this pain, to need it as much as you need air. And together, we’ll conquer this world and all the others that dare to stand against us.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, the weight of his words pressing down on her. But she didn’t protest. Instead, she leaned into his embrace, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of their encounter.