I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about. I lean on the cross, hanging from the cuffs, my fingers fondling my chains. I want to arch my back and rub my pussy against this wood. I want to push my ass backwards and beg him to flog me harder.
“Harder,” I whisper to the wood grain.
“What’s that, Selene? What do you want?”
“Harder. More.”
“Good girl.” He rewards me, warming me up with every increasing blow. I twist and dance as the beat on my back pushes me higher.
Lucius
MY PET’S back is a pretty pink painting, slashed through with red. She responded better than I could have dreamed, enjoying the warm up and willing to go to the next level. I crouch to inspect a particularly cruel mark on her ass. Her shifter healing is kicking in, flooding her body with endorphins. As I rise, I get a whiff of her juicy cunt.
I set aside the flogger and do what I’ve been longing to do all night. I run my hands over her body, soothing and claiming her heated flesh.
“Ooooh,” she sighs into my touch. She’s been longing for it, too.
I’m not all gracious. I squeeze and pinch and admire my marks. “You wear my marks so well, pet. I should whip you every night.”
She shivers but the wet folds of her pussy tell me how she really feels.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” I whisper. “I’m going to touch you now and let you come. You’ll have to ask nicely when you’re on the edge.” I press my body against hers, clamping my left arm around her narrow waist and reaching between her legs with my right. She’s so wet, my fingers are soaked by the time I find her clit and nudge the sensitive spot along its side. She’s right on the edge, pressing against my hold, breath gusting. I hold her tighter.
“Ask for permission,” I order.
She tosses her head, still proud, but when I touch her again, she melts. I rub faster, taking note of her flushed chest, her harsh breathing. She’s done so well, I want to reward her. But first–
“Ask, Selene.”
“Please–”
Yes. “Come for me,” I growl in her ear and nip her soft lobe. Her body shudders, bucking and responding. She cries out as she tips over.
Magnificent.
“That’s it, baby,” I croon and hold her close. I let her come down and sag against the wooden frame. She worked hard for that one. One day I’ll work her up and over again and again, all night. But not tonight. We’re done.
I uncuff her and let her down, gathering her up in my arms. I carry her to my giant leather chesterfield, set facing the cross for this purpose. A water bottle and small towel waits on a side table. I open the water and dribble a little into her mouth before wetting the washcloth and wiping her down. I give her the rest of the water, holding the bottle for her, and wrap her in a soft blanket. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips plump and begging for a kiss. For a bite.
Not tonight. I run my tongue over my fangs once, and settle into the huge armchair with my boneless armful.
“You’re so beautiful.” I tell her. “You did so well. Very good, very good.”
She gives a happy sigh.
After a few minutes, I sit up and reach for the mini fridge next to the chair. It holds juice and chocolate, everything necessary for aftercare. I feed her from my fingers. She drinks deeply, her dark eyelashes fluttering.
When she’s done, I tip her back in my arms. Her braid has come undone and I take a moment to spread the fine spun silk over her shoulders. After a moment she snuggles in with another sigh. I remember her confusion as I checked her circulation and gave her a safeword.
“You’ve never done this before, have you? You may answer me,” I add, in case she remembers the speech restrictions I put on her earlier.
She licks her lips. “Taken orders from a master? I was trained…”
I interrupt her story. “But they didn’t care for you, not like this.”
“No.” She looks uncertain. Her body should be singing with endorphins and submissive desires. Her mind appears to be whirring, wondering what happens next. She’s confused, maybe a little disturbed.
I tuck her closer to me and stroke her neck through her hair until she sighs.
“I’ll ask many things from you, pet. Your submission. Your obedience. Your fear.” A little tremor goes through her and I knead the back of her neck, soothing it away. “But most of all…” I turn my head and whisper right in her waiting ear, “I want your thoughts. All of them. You don’t need to worry about pleasing me. I will tell you what to do, and you will obey. I will bear every burden, every worry. All I ask is you obey me. You can have everything you want, pet, if you submit to me. There’s a whole world of pleasure for us to explore, and I will be your guide. I can lead you to the heights of ecstasy, and carry you safely home.”
Another sigh at that, but her brow furrows. I smooth the lines there with a finger. “Stop thinking. Just be.”
My speech earns me a few whole minutes of silence. I enjoy the soft, breathing bundle in my arms. My pet is the most delightful mix of contradictions. One minute fighting, the next using her powerful will and strength to submit. A virgin come boldly to learn the arts of Venus. She should provide long months of entertainment, if I don’t break her.
When she’s ready to sit up, I let her, but keep my arms around her.
She squints at me. “Do you do this a lot? Train a submissive?”
“No. I have a club of submissives but they are already trained. Most come knowing how to please me. The only submissive I trained myself was…” I stop.
She guesses why. “The one you loved?”
“She came to me eager to please. Unlike some I know.”
With shocking cheek, she rolls her eyes. My laugh surprises us both.