by Saber Vale
“Weird?”
“Yes,” Comrmac said, nodding, “but it’s something else, too… it’s hot…”
“Yeah?” I said.
“Yeah,” he said, “I want to… I want to go to the dungeon with you…”
“The dungeon?” I gasped, “I don’t think so…”
The idea aroused me instantly, even as I was terrified by it.
“Come on,” he said, “I’ll strap you down…”
“Cormac,” I whispered, “that’s crazy…”
“I’ll touch you the way I know you need to be touched… a little bit of pain… a little bit of submission…”
I gasped with need.
“Ok,” I said, losing control, the ruby warm against my chest, “let’s go before I change my mind…”
We didn’t speak as we found and lit lanterns, Cormac leading the way down into the bowels of the castle.
I felt more and more hot by the moment, holding his hand as he lead me into the dark passageways, certainly haunted, if only by the past.
He pushed open the door and flicked on the soft, golden light, illuminating the ominous room. I stepped forward, willing myself to be unafraid, even as my heart pounded. The ropes dangled eerily overhead, and we both looked up at them with trepidation.
“Do you want me to take them down?” Cormac asked.
“That doesn’t feel right,” I said, “nothing about this place feels quite right.”
“No, but…” Cormac began to speak, but seemed to lose his thought.
I knew what he wanted to say. That the castle was dark and secretive, threatening and almost menacing, but it was seductive too. Something about it beckoned, offered a glimpse of the forbidden that we both wanted to taste.
Cormac kissed me on the neck and lifted the dress gently over my head, so that I stood in the center of the room in the black lingerie, the ruby necklace hanging between my breasts.
“Lay down on the chaise lounge,” he said, indicating the black satin sofa with the in-set restraints.
“Ok, but if I ask you to stop, to untie me…” I said, my voice quivering.
“The safeword can be ‘Griffen,’ like the castle…”
“Ok,” I said, sliding onto the plush, satin seat, silk against silk.
“You can trust me,” Cormac said, and I realized that, in spite of everything, I really did trust him.
Even if he was going to completely fuck me over in the end, I knew he’d never lie to me, would never coerce me, would never do anything except exactly what he’d said he was going to do.
“Lay back,” he said, and slid his hands over my arms, leading my wrists up to the black leather restraints. I felt him slide the leather around my wrists and shuddered as I imagined how vulnerable I really was.
I struggled slightly, my hands over my head, as Cormac began to kiss me, first along the neck, then on my chest, then, as he slipped down my bra, on my tits and my nipples, licking them and sucking them softly before biting them ever-so-lightly, just enough to make me squirm.
“Mm-hmm,” I groaned, and he kissed my belly, my hips, my pussy through the thin silk crotch of my panties.
“I’m… I’m so hot right now,” I muttered, and Cormac, almost as if on cue, shifted away, walking over to the polished wood dresser where the Baron had kept his polished instruments of torture.
First Cormac pulled the heavy leather gloves out of the top drawer and I shivered as little as I watched him pull them on.
“Those gloves,” I sighed.
He was wearing the gloves.
I was wearing the necklace.
We weren’t role-playing exactly, but something was going on. I felt red-hot energy pulsing through the room. Cormac picked up a long, black-leather whip, the kind you’d use on an dressage horse, and made his way over to me, his eyes locked with mine.
“Part your legs,” he said, and I did, arching my back and letting my knees open.
With a quick, cruel flick Cormac smacked me on my inner thigh, sending a white flash of pain through my whole body.
I gasped and bit my lip, my eyelashes fluttering as I looked up at him.
“Scream if you want,” he growled, “there’s no one for miles and miles, but if you close your legs I’ll make it worse.”
He whipped me again and indeed I did scream, my whole body burning as I cried out, my voice shattering the ominous silence that seemed to permeate the castle. I somehow managed to hold my legs open for him, even as red slashes criss-crossed the inside of my pale thighs between the stockings and damp panties.
“Good girl,” he said, slapping me with the whip again.
I cried out, begging for relief, but none came as the whip landed over and over.
“Your pussy is just getting wetter and wetter,” he said, “you’re soaking through. You must really, really want to get fucked.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned helplessly, looking over the gorgeous, brutal looking man in black leather gloves that stood in front of me.
“I do,” I breathed, “I want your cock…”
“Yeah?” he said, stepping forward, still holding the whip. He slid a gloved finger along my slit, taking care to stroke my swollen clit.
“Mmm,” I moaned, writhing against the restraints.
He stepped away and grabbed something else out of the black drawers. My eyes grew wide as I took in the sparkling silver chains, polished to a high shine, attached to vicious little clamps.
“Are those…” I breathed nervously.
“Shh,” he said, slipping the cups of my bra down so that he could attach them one by one.
“Oh my god,” I murmured, hot pain shooting through my whole body, starting at my tender nipples.
He attached both and then, kneeling over me, slowly unbuckled his pants. I watched, eyes widening as though it was the first time I was seeing him, hungry and trembling with nerves.
His cock seemed to throb with expectation as he stroked it, looking down at my heavy, quivering chest, sparkling with the polished chain and clamps.
“You’re so hot, Astrid,” he groaned as his hand, in its black leather glove slid gently up and down the shaft.
“Please, please fuck me,” I begged helplessly.
Cormac made me suck him first, as though I wasn’t already wet enough, kneeling over me and sliding his member through my parted lips into mouth. The musky, male taste intoxicated me, and I opened my mouth for him with wanton abandon, hoping he would use it to his pleasure.
When he was satisfied, and I felt like I couldn’t wait another second, he resumed his position between my open legs. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as he pushed himself inside of me with a forceful thrust.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, feeling his thickness enter me over and over, slow and satisfying.
He bent down and, one at a time, unclipped my nipples and sucked the throbbing, aching rosebud, giving me surges of sweet, pulsing relief followed by another dose of perfect pain.
“That’s so, so good,” I said, my voice quivering.
His tongue slid teasingly around each one, then he blew, his breath warm, until I felt like I was melting, his cock inside of me, his breath on my nipples, my wrists burning as I writhed against the restraints.
“Cormac,” I pleaded, though for what I wasn’t sure.
He kissed me hard on the mouth and popped off both nipple clamps at the same time, sending a hot gush of throbbing relief through my body as he thrust harder and harder. I came, my body contracting, moaning into his ear as he kissed me.
“Oh my god,” he groaned, coming inside of me.
What were we thinking?
Something about the castle made everything seem unreal, impossible, like it was happening in another dimension where nothing really mattered. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe, I thought, the castle was real, and all of the constraints and impositions of ordinary life were completely arbitrary, ridiculous, never worth being obligated by to begin with.
He kissed me again and undid the res
traints. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me, kissing him back. We kissed, made out, really, on the lounge until I could feel his cock hardening again. He got up and picked out a black leather collar and leash from the drawer, and I winced as he approached me with them.
“You’re my little slave, aren’t you?” he asked, and I nodded. He slipped the collar around my neck and secured the leash with a clink of brass on brass. Then, holding the end of the leash he pulled me onto the floor, so that I was bending over the lounge, and impaled me with his cock once again.
As he fucked me, he pulled back firmly on the leash, so that my back arched and I became hot and light-headed. I wasn’t being choked exactly, but my breathing became shallow and uneasy, even as I felt bursts of pleasure pulse through me, my already wet pussy dripping on Cormac’s hard, thick cock.
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my voice guttural and ragged, as he fucked me harder and harder, my whole body light and hot as he used me. I came as hard as if I were a shattering window, completely wrecked.
Finally, he came inside of me again, and just like that, my body went limp against the sofa.
“Astrid,” he said, gathering me up like a rag doll, “are you ok? Your face is pink…”
“I’m fine,” I moaned, my eyelashes fluttering.
“You look…” he held me in his lap, my body small against his.
“I’m fine, I just came really hard…”
“If you couldn’t breathe, you would let me know, right?”
We both glanced, in the same moment, up at the dangling rope.
“Of course I would,” I promised him.
We went back upstairs, holding hands, and got into the shower together. I think we were both a little shaken and didn’t want to be alone.
“I hope we have a quiet night,” Cormac said, nuzzling me as I slipped into bed beside him.
“Yeah,” I said, “all this mystery is fun, but I could really use a little better sleep.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you, you know that right? Even if we’re not getting along, even if only one of us can get what they want, I wouldn’t ever let any harm come to you.”
“Sure, thanks Cormac,” I said, letting him wrap his big arms around me as we both slipped into a deep sleep.
That night, I had a wild dream.
I was in the castle, walking through the East Wing. I opened Caroline’s chambers, walking in with her dress hanging over my arm. I thought it would be empty, but instead, I found Caroline sitting at her vanity, brushing out her long chestnut hair, at the place she’d left behind in such a hurry, always intending to return.
“Hello, Astrid,” she purred to me as I stopped, frozen, in the doorway.”
“Caroline,” I said, or tried to say, my voice caught in my throat, “I didn’t know you were coming back… I’ve been wearing your rings, your clothes…”
“I know,” she said, “if anyone should have them, it should be you, enjoy them…”
“Oh, thank you,” I said, feeling as anxious as I was drawn to her.
She finally turned to me, her eyes like embers, her full, sensual lips curled at the corners like Mona Lisa.
“How long are you planning on staying in the castle?” she asked, though I didn’t see her lips move as she spoke.
“I don’t know,” I said back to her, “do you want me to leave?”
“No, I don’t want you to leave,” she said girlishly, “never, I never want you to leave…”
I felt uneasy, but I also felt like it was a chance to understand the truth.
“What happened to Sophie?” I asked her, stepping forward.
“Who?” she asked, raising a thin, arched eyebrow.
“Sophie, the little farm girl…” I whispered, as a feeling of dread bloomed in my belly.
I knew, somehow, that she knew exactly who I was talking about.
“Oh, her,” she said with distaste, “how should I know?”
“Because you…”
“Astrid,” a voice behind me.
I turned and saw Cormac, but he wasn’t Cormac. He was wearing the black leather gloves and wool pants that were old fashioned, higher-waisted. He had his hair trimmed short and his eyes were darker, more cruel, with the same golden-ember glow.
“Cormac?” I asked nervously, stepping forward.
“Who?” he asked, echoing Caroline.
“Cormac,” I said, my heart tightening in my chest “your name is Cormac.”
“Is it?” he asked, reaching up and taking me by the chin, rotating my face from side to side as he looked at me.
“Caroline?” he asked.
“It’s Astrid,” I whispered, my hear thumping.
What was happening was terrifying, but I didn’t understand why.
“Take her while I watch,” I heard Caroline purr.
“No,” I said, shaking my head, my heart pounding as Cormac grabbed me hard by the wrist and lead me over to the bed.
“Cormac, no,” I breathed, even though I was wet, hot, ready.
I wanted him, but I didn’t want her to watch. She laughed quietly as he pushed me into the bed, pressing me into the mattress and ripping my panties down, slapping my ass hard with the black-gloved hand.
My conscious mind screamed for me to resist, but my body, hot, pulsing, undulating with need, submitted helplessly, like I was her puppet.
“Cormac, please,” I whimpered.
“You’re always going to submit to me in the end, Astrid, why do you fight it?” he said, his voice dark, echoing, his lips not moving, his eyes closed.
He groaned, thrusting inside of me, his gloved hands tight around my waist. I turned and I couldn’t recognize his face. It was dark, obscure, shadowed, the glow in his eyes fading into dark black coals.
“That’s right,” Caroline said, her voice filling the room like a ghostly echo, “fill her up with that big cock of yours, give her your seed... Aren’t you grateful for it, you little nobody?”
I tried, but I couldn’t remember what he’d looked like before. Was I sure it had been Cormac? Maybe I’d made a mistake.
It didn’t matter anymore. He was fucking me hard, and I couldn’t stop moaning and whimpering, even as I was filled with dread, I wanted to come.
Suddenly, a powerful orgasm began to wash over me, and the dream began to tremor on the edges, like an old television flickering, as the dark room, the king sized bed in the West Wing, Cormac’s real body, his hands, his cock, came crashing in. We were fucking hard, I was moaning and begging on my hands and knees, and suddenly I was awake, begging for his cum.
“Yes, yes, Astrid,” Cormac groaned, his big hands on my waist, as he pounded me over and over.
“Don’t stop, I’m coming,” I sighed, my body seizing with pleasure and relief that it was him, really him, his warm, familiar body moving against mine, his hands on my waist, my tits.
He groaned, and came inside of me once again, his arms wrapped around me, before we collapsed into bed beside one another.
“I was… I was asleep… I was dreaming,” I said, catching my breath.
“Really?” he asked, “me too, I woke up and…”
I sat up and turned on the light.
“This is getting weird, Cormac…”
“I know,” he said, “I know, but I don’t… I don’t want to stop, I want to see where it goes, don’t you?”
“I don’t know, honestly, I need… I need some separation from you, I think” I said, putting my hands over my face, “I’m getting confused, like I’m not sure about anything, about you, about the castle…”
“You’re trying to stay in control, you need to just… relax, see what happens…”
“I can’t do that, Cormac, I was never in control when I was… when my mom was dragging me around… I never had anything stay… except for the castle, and now… I can’t let you confuse me about what I’m fighting for.”
“What are you fighting for?”
“Griffenberg!”
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bsp; “But what if the castle isn’t what really makes you happy? Astrid, you’re happy, you’re free when we’re together, it’s when you pull away, when you worry about this stupid building, that’s all it is, that you get… angry…”
“I hardly know you,” I cried.
“How can you say that?” he asked, looking hurt, “this has been one of the most amazing weeks of my life.”
“Because you have nothing on the line…”
“I have everything on the line, don’t you get that? I just… I just know that life is short and if you meet an amazing person, a once in a lifetime person like you, Astrid, you don’t waste all of your time with them worrying about contracts and money and things…”
“You’re just saying that to trick me, to convince me…” I was so confused… “in my dream… in my dream you told me that I’m always going to submit to you in the end…”
“That didn’t really happen…”
“It did happen, I don’t know who said it, but…”
“You said it, your own subconscious said it,” he said, almost laughing at my sudden superstition, “do you think I’m inside of your head telling you things? I didn’t think you believed in ghosts, in the supernatural…”
“I don’t, maybe it was my subconscious, my fear that I’m going to give in…”
“Maybe you want to give in…”
“No, I don’t,” I said, “I want to fight.”
“Ok,” Cormac said, laughing gently, kissing me on the neck.
“I said I was going to sleep in the servant’s quarter’s tonight and here I am…”
“So what?” he said, “maybe you don’t really want to fight, you’re here because you want to be…”
“No,” I said, “I need space, I can’t stay as confused as I’ve been.”
“Ok, do what you need to do,” he said, leaning back into the bed, stretching his hands behind his head.
“I’m not going to go out there tonight, I’m just going to… just going to go out to the kid’s bedroom…”
“Ok, Astrid, sleep well,” he said, rolling over and closing his eyes.
I stood in the nearly pitch-black, watching his muscular back rise and fall. I wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with him, to snuggle up under his big arms.