by Terri Pray
With a low whimper she rolled her shoulders out the moment the leather had been removed. She'd never hurt this much before, not even the beatings she had endured from him had left her feeling like this. The need to move, walk, work it off somehow so she could move without sobbing grew to near break point but there was still the matter of the leather strapping and permission to be on her feet again.
Walking without that permission wasn't something she was ready to try.
“On your feet.”
Her legs shook, her body didn't want to obey the order, even though her mind yelled at her to move. She needed to stand up, to walk, shake off the painful surge of pins and needles that wracked a near violent path through her form. Slowly she leaned forward, pressing her hands against the floor in order to force herself up to her feet.
“Take it slowly, it will hurt. I'm no fool so do understand that, however you will move.” Steel wrapped in velvet, that's what his tone reminded her of. The softest velvet that caressed her flesh, barely hiding the sharp steel that lingered beneath the surface, no matter what she did, how she planned to escape, she could never dare forget for one moment the true danger this man represented.
“I'm trying Master, I swear to you that I'm trying.” Her legs ached and shook as she forced herself slowly upright. Sweat beaded her body, the twin intrusions pressed deeply into her body as she trembled and tried to regain her balance.
“Yes, you are indeed,” he murmured.
She blinked the sweat from her eyes, parting her thighs a little until she no longer felt as though the phallus were spearing a dual path through her body.
“Good, now don't move.” He grabbed the back of the strap set up, unbuckling it before pulling the leather away from her damp form. His breath caressed her back, a touch of his hair seemed to tickle her taut buttocks as he reached between her thighs and slowly worked the cruel torments from her clenching depths.
One at a time, the leather and dildos were tossed to the floor as she let out a long, slow sigh of relief.
“Good, now walk about the room. Your body isn't used to being immobile for that length of time and I don't want there to be long term damage to my pet.”
Like a damn horse. He wanted her in top condition, just like some animal he planned on showing off to others.
Foolish. That's exactly what he had been doing with Jeffery and Harold. She was a pet, a piece of meat in their eyes, he'd said as much. Now she shook from both the effort and the torrent of emotions that now fought to break free as she began to walk across the room. Each step bringing to light a new protest from her reluctant body.
“Keep walking, but put a little more sensuality into your walk.”
It took every ounce of effort she laid claim to in order to prevent herself from growling at him. Sensuality? When walking hurt he wanted her to look sexy walking?
“Rise up off your heels a little and add a sway to your hips, try taking smaller steps as well, crossing your feet as you walk. No, not like that. Cross one foot almost in front of the other when you take a step forward.” She could hear the slight frown without looking at him.
“Yes, Master.” Stupid, foolish, annoying pain in the arse. “I'll try my best.”
“Yes, you will.”
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, almost drawing blood before she began to walk again. Her calves protested as she lifted her heels upwards from the floor, each step she took kept her heels from touching the rugs that covered the office, her thighs and buttocks tightened as she walked, crossing her feet one in front of the other as she continued.
“Better. Once again, back across the room. Keep your head up this time.”
Her teeth gritted until she thought one might chip or shatter under the pressure. For a moment she didn't move, but focused on bringing her emotions back under control. Slowly she calmed, her breathing settling before she opened her eyes and began to walk once more. Her head lifted her gaze focused on the other side of the room, away from the man that held control over her.
“Better, much better my pet. Now kneel at my feet.” He pointed to the spot in front of him. “You will remember to keep that lesson in mind when you walk in future. I wish you to be the living embodiment of grace and sensuality. When others look upon you then they see you as a reflection of my abilities, the training I have poured into you and I will not permit you to let me down.”
She eased to her knees at his feet even as he spoke, resting her taut ass back against her heels, listening to his words and trying to hide her emotions. What good would there be in letting them loose on him? She had no way of running from him, no place to hide, her plan required more time to formulate.
“Such a pretty little slut you have become under my control, but there are improvements to be made yet. Ones that will eventually lead to you bearing my mark.”
His mark?
Gods what did he mean by that?
“When the time is right, I will carve my initials into that sweet, milky thigh of yours.” He all but purred the words. “In that moment you will be mine completely. It's a mark you will beg for, plead for before I am ready to grant it to you. So listen well my pet, you have taken steps but there is a world of delight ahead of you to reach that point.”
A world, that sounded like years or more. Not something she was prepared to go through, yet all she could say without being punished was...
“Yes, Master.”
“You'd rather spit in my face.” He chuckled, moving back to the chair at the side of the fire. “Or drive a dagger into my gut.”
“Yes, Master.” She admitted, there seemed little point in denying it now that he had spoken.
“One day, should I be foolish enough to lower my guard, you might gain the chance to do just that.” He beckoned her closer. “But until then you belong to me, and instead of fighting with yourself or gritting your teeth in order to keep silent, you can put that mouth of yours to good use. Pleasure me.”
“As you wish, Master.” Go fuck yourself was closer to what she wanted to tell him, but instead she kept that comment swallowed deep, and crawled to his feet.
“Unlace me pet.”
Lazy son of a bitch.
Her jaw clenched as she knelt up between his spread thighs and unlaced his trousers. Without further prompting, she reached into them and eased his hardening cock from beneath his clothing.
“You know what to do.” He leaned back further into the chair, his thighs parted, granting her easy access to his member. “Please me.”
Please him, two simple words that left her with no choice but to try and obey him. Her throat tightened, thighs pressed tightly together as she leaned in, her fingers closed about his cock.
Slowly she began to stroke it, feeling it ripple under her touch as she eased her fingers over his erection.
“That's it,” he murmured.
It pulsed under her touch, growing to into its full girth before she lowered her head down to his cock. She didn't want to do this, so why did her cunt spasm at the thought of his erection filling her mouth?
Sick, she'd become sick.
Her lips closed about the head of his cock even as she snaked her tongue over the head and suckled it deeper into her warm moist depths. He groaned in the moment she swallowed him into her mouth fully, her hand clamping about the base of his cock, squeezing and releasing with her fingers as she tried to wrap her tongue about his girth.
“That's it my pet, you know what I like.” More a moan than a sentence but she understood him nevertheless. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her down fully onto his cock, almost chocking her until he pulled her back up and let her breathe once more.
It would have been so easy to close her teeth on his erection, hear him scream just once, but then what? A whipping? A beating that would leave her unable to move for a week or more?
Not something she could risk.
She had to accept this, if only to survive a few more days.
With a soft whimper she worked her
hand about his cock, suckling it into her mouth, her tongue explored the ridges of his cock, delved into the tiny slit to tease out the source of his pleasure. Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging them carefully, always aware that too much pressure would turn his delight into pain and her back into a practice target.
“More,” he groaned, pressing his hips upwards into her mouth, rocking to meet each soft suckle she teased him with.
More, what more could she give him?
Her submission, her body, he'd taken both without thought of what she wanted. Forcing her to obey him, to please him in any way he desired. All she could do for now was obey him.
She whimpered on his cock, sending the sound through his member in a wave of sensation. Vibrations that forced another groan of need into being from the one that owned her, his grip now tightening on the arms of his chair. She could taste it now, the desire that coated the head of his cock in small beads, only to be licked clean by her seeking tongue.
Celeste glanced up, through the mane of silver white hair at the man she sought to please. His eyes were half closed, his head tipped back as he allowed himself to be lost in the delight she teased into being. In this moment, no matter what he thought, she had the control here. She had the chance to bring him swift or drawn out pleasure.
A slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
Yes, she had control here, if only for a few short moments.
She eased her lips slowly upwards until she held only the head of his cock in her grip, swirling the tip of her tongue over his heated flesh as he groaned and sought to thrust into her mouth. Her hand grasped the base of his cock, squeezing and releasing slowly, matching the pace she set with her tongue.
His taste changed, becoming salty in some ways, his cock throbbing under her touch as she licked softly over his glistening head, refusing to take him into her mouth again. At least not just yet.
“Wicked wench,” his words were little more than a groan.
Yes, for now she would be just that to him. She would be wicked, evil and tease him into a need more than he had ever known before, until he moaned and begged to for a moment where he could enjoy his release.
It was such a delicious image, one that warmed her through to the heart.
“Deeper,” he murmured.
No, not yet. She grinned, closing her lips about the head of his cock, suckling fully on the sensitive cap until he almost surged upwards from the chair. His penis throbbed beneath her grip, the smell now a compelling heady one that she couldn't ignore. Her fingers massaged over his shaft, stroking, urging him higher as his balls tightened beneath her gentle grip.
“Gods,” he gasped and pressed his hips upwards, seeking to bury himself into her mouth, yet the grip she had on his cock prevented that. “More my slut, more.”
She purred into his cock, teasing him, urging him further into the depths of pleasure that he had given himself into. She held him, controlled him, with the skill she had been forced to learn she now owned him if only for a few brief minutes.
Her teeth scraped lightly over his cock as she eased her lips down towards his base, the hand that held his balls eased backwards, one finger finding that hidden spot behind the sack. She suckled, wrapping her tongue about him, stroking him even as she pressed gently into that spot, massaging the place that gave him delight, the head of his cock nudging against the back of her throat.
When she had first been made to do this she'd been unable to take him fully, now her throat relaxed enough to swallow and take him into her mouth until her nose pressed against his body. She held him there, the muscles of her throat working on him with each swallow, barely able to breathe, pulling back only when her need for air became so great she had no other choice.
Words where lost, there were only groans and the steady rock of his hips now.
She licked slowly over the head of his cock, watching him through lidded eyes, taking in each moan, each rock of need that wracked through his body. Hers was the pleasure that controlled him, that could grant him the sexual release he needed, her touch, her tongue, lips and mouth. No one else.
“You want it don't you?” he groaned, thrusting upwards against her lips. “You want to taste my cum, feel it spurting down your throat.”
She whimpered about his cock, hoping he would accept that as a yes. A lie, but one needed to keep her hide intact.
“Take it, take it all.” He arched into her mouth and she let him, releasing her hold on his cock. His erection throbbed, pulsing under her touch, filling her mouth as she suckled fully. He was ready.
With a cry of delight he grabbed her head, rocking into her mouth, fucking against her face as she swallowed, taking each drop of his release, trying not to taste it as she made sure not a speck was wasted. Yet even through this, even in the moment where he came, she understood the truth.
Despite his claims.
Despite the ownership he spoke of or the punishments he could inflict on her, in moments like these she had the control. She was in charge. He had taught her the power of her own body, even if he didn't realize it, and by doing so she had taken back a small part of her freedom.
“You did well pet.” He leaned down, cupping her cheek in a near tender caress. “Now we will see how you manage to perform in front of those I have called to attend this little series of events.” Small lines tightened about his eyes, a tension she had not expected to see in the one that owned her. “The next twenty four hours will be interesting to say the least, so be warned my girl, you will be put to the test in ways you had never imagined possible. How you react, what you choose to do, will be the telling points as far as I am concerned. Remember that, then remember, lying to yourself is the worst of all offences. No matter what you do, or say, be honest. Even if that honesty brings you punishment, stick to the truth.”
She trembled under his touch, meeting his gaze. What was going on?
“Now, wipe off your face and follow me. By now they will be waiting for us in the dining room. And it would be bad form to keep my guests waiting don't you think?”
CHAPTER SEVEN
A dozen men sat around the long table, candles flickered in the middle of the table, casting a gentle light about the faces of men who were obviously anything but gentle. Not one of them had greeted her, yet they had all looked her over when she had followed Davien into the dining room. Her skin had crawled with the way they had assessed her. Bad enough she had been through that with Harold and the honorable Jeffery, but now she had to endure it from eleven men including them.
No chair for her, of course. Just a large cushion she was permitted to sit on at the side of his chair. Better than being consigned to the floor without something to soften it. She needed time to relax after serving him, but he had simply told her to clean her mouth and follow him to the dining room.
Great.
“Well Davien, this is an interesting group you've called together.” A new voice, not one of the two men she had already met.
“Indeed, Nigel. However each one of you has a need to learn more about the darkness we call a part of our lives. You enjoy the control over other living beings, you seek the pleasure that society would cast you out for, so why not bring you all together.”
“Sounds like you have a plan in mind,” Jeffery gestured to the group. “Perhaps you would care to enlighten us?”
“A hunt, a regular hunt. I don't just mean with one or two prizes, but a dozen. Each of you will provide one subject for the hunts after this one. You'll stake them as a prize. In other words if you don't capture them and someone else does, then that person wins your toy.”
Silence settled on the room, only the faint noise of the combined breathing of the men suggested that they still lived.
No one moved, or spoke. Not for several long minutes.
“Well don't all comment at once, I would have thought that men like me, like you, would be up to the challenge. Or don't you have the ability to stake a prize.”
“And your li
ttle pet, are you willing to put her up for the stake?” Harold leaned back in his chair. “Or is that too much for you?”
“Not at all, in fact, I'm willing to put her up as a stake for this hunt. Even though you haven't brought your own pieces of property with you, I'm willing to show you just how serious I am about this.”
Her heart sank.
He'd put her up for sale? No not sale, a prize in some sort of game.
“And just when will this hunt take place?” Harold leaned against the table, his gaze fixing on Celeste's trembling form.
“Dawn. Nothing better to get the blood racing than a dawn hunt is there. She'll be given a head start, and if come noon no one has caught her then she will be given clothing to wear. However the one who catches her will be allowed to keep her.”
No, he couldn't be serious.
She looked up at him, trying to keep her fear from showing too clearly. What if she wasn't able to avoid being captured?
Gods, she could end up belonging to anyone.
“And how do we know that she won't try to be caught by you?”
“Because she would rather try and escape. She has a better chance with one of you then she does with me. Traveling away from here would open up many an opportunity for her to break free, and perhaps return to her life in Ireland.” He reached down, brushing through her hair. “I am her Master, the one that took her maidenhead, she hates me with every beat of her heart, even though she has just begun to desire the darkness I offer her.”
She frowned slightly.
Escape, but then it would mean being around men she didn't know. At least she knew some of what Davien was capable of. No, he was right, being with someone else might give her a better chance to break free and find a way out of the situation.
It wouldn't restore her virginity though.
Nothing would return her to that pure form she had known before Davien.
“Interesting,” Harold murmured, a word that echoed from the lips of the others at the table. “Well now this should be fun, even if she does manage to avoid being caught, the hunt will fire up the blood and it beats returning to London just yet.”