Nothing protected her from her enemy's eyes and she blushed at the thought he had free access to all her holes. Severin could enjoy the way her clit was throbbing, the slick fluids that smeared her lingerie. He'd play with her as he pleased and she'd not protest.
"You won't need any of this tonight." Severin made her raise her head in surprise with his affectionate tone. When she looked up, she realized he had folded her drenched cloak and put it aside. His long, cold fingers undid the laces of her corset in a slow, soothing pace. Sometimes he stopped to caress her hair or stroke her cheek.
"Enough with the niceties, you monster." Laurel spat out at him, confused with her reaction to his unexpected tenderness. "Let's get this over with. I can't handle more degradation tonight."
Severin laughed and smacked her exposed ass cheek with his palm. Laurel shrieked out of surprise when he repeated the cracking on her other cheek. Her flesh reddened with his firm, confident strike and she bit her tongue. It's been too long since her last spanking and that bloodsucker must have sensed how much she loved it.
"You never stop even when you're defeated, do you?" He slid three fingers in her mouth and pushed them down her throat. She gagged on his hand and drool ran over her chin. "You enjoy humiliation more than you're ready to admit, princess. I'll be as rough or as tender as I please with you because, guess what? Your pretty mouth and gorgeous ass are mine tonight... just like your pet... and I plan to enjoy both of you."
What? Did that fool believe he had any power over Corwin? Corwin who seethed with rage at how that stranger violated his Mistress? His arrogance knew no boundaries.
Laurel narrowed her eyes and bit his fingers, which earned her five consecutive smacks. Each slap sent a wave of heat to her pussy and pushed her deeper in that lustful, obedient state. Severin pulled his hand out of her mouth and used it to slap her across the face. He tainted it with her own spit.
"Dominant women are so much fun to play with." He chuckled and brushed his thumb down her wounded lips. "We'd better find a more suitable purpose for your mouth, Mistress Laurel. How long has it been since you had a cock in your ass?"
Over the last two centuries, Laurel had seen all of human and supernatural depravity. She had been a sex slave, a brothel girl, a stripper, a dominatrix and believed nothing would shock or make her blush like a virgin. Yet, that simple arrogant question made her face go bright red with embarrassment. The shame doubled when Severin reached out and pushed his thumb in her puckered hole. A groan of discomfort escaped her lips and she wiggled her ass.
"Oh... so tight." He licked his lips in anticipation and pushed a second finger in her ass. She bit her lips and tried to get used to the rough insertion. "I plan to punish your rear, inside and out, but it looks like you might need a good old fashioned anal training."
She tried to come up with some witty comeback but Severin never gave her time to respond. He stopped bothering with her corset's intricate laces, ripped it apart and threw it. Laurel ended up in nothing but her sheer stockings and the thin garter belt that kept them up.
"Sorry about your outfit, pet." He laughed and grabbed her by the hair with a rough movement. "I'll leave you a special present to make up for it before I go."
"You will leave after you're through with us?" Laurel swallowed and frowned when he dragged her by the hair. Severin used her thick raven tresses as a leash to lead her to the other end of the room.
"Don't worry, Laurel, I know you'll miss me." His laughter boomed across the walls and kindled her wrath to the boiling point. How could she hate someone so much and yet crave for him to fuck her brains out?
Laurel stole a glance at him while he tugged her hair like the reins of a pony girl. It was the first time tonight she had calmed down enough to look at her captor. He wore a white shirt that clung to his body and showed his lean chest and strong shoulders. The tight leather pants stretched across his muscular legs and drew her attention to his crotch. Severin had nothing on Corwin's impressive physique and would look tiny next to her wolf. Still, his feline grace, fit body, quiet step and the confident way he handled her made her pussy throb for him.
She longed to cut his throat open and watch him take his last breath. First, he had to screw her in any way he pleased. Hurt her. Make her scream. Why deny how much she craved her own degradation? It'd be easier to enjoy the ride.
"Good girl. I see you're learning your place." He stroked her hair once they got to the spot where she had chained Corwin. Her wolf was panting and staring down at them with a ferocious look. Thick hair covered his giant body, but he was far from his full werewolf form. His fallen Mistress tried to give him an apologetic smile but Corwin didn't react. The bestial fury and the lust in his glowing eyes had always turned her on, but it was different tonight.
"Now, Corwin..." Severin turned with a mocking voice to the chained werewolf. "I have no intention to make your Mistress my own. She'll be a lot of work to handle. I'd have to keep her tied to the bed at all times and make sure her cunt is always sopping wet. Not that it would be bad..."
"You know he doesn't understand a word you're saying, don't you?" She confirmed her words by hissing at him. "He's closer to a wolf than a man. Stop mocking him."
Severin snorted and smacked her rump once more. It was a harder slap, and she was sure it had left a hand print on her ass.
"See what I mean? She is a sassy little thing even when she's horny. Such a bad girl... Her mouth needs a proper punishment, don't you think, Corwin?"
Laurel was about to snap at him for being all bark and no bite when he grabbed her by the hair. His free hand pinched her nose until it forced her to open her mouth. Severin flattened his palm against the back of her neck and forced Corwin's shaft between her lips.
"I bet your Mistress doesn'tserve your cock the way it deserves, right, Corwin?" He laughed again and increased the pressure on Laurel's neck. "I've been watching you two tonight and you have been cruel to your poor pet, Laurel. You need to pay him back. Now suck him nice and wet... slut."
He spanked her again and gathered more of her hair in his fist. Corwin reacted to the mouth around his throbbing cock, lost to his own lust and began pounding her throat as if it was a wet cunt. Laurel was choking on the huge shaft and crying with the effort to keep up. Her wolf fucked her face and pushed his tip down her throat with a satisfied grunt.
"Oh, who would have thought you'd be so good at sucking cock, Mistress?" Severin was pushing her head down until her throat bulged with the huge shaft inside it. "Yes, good girl, suck him nice and well."
She tried to use her tongue and lips to increase the pleasure but Corwin never gave her that chance. His hips were thrusting as hard as if they were running on steam and he was burying his shaft so deep, he nearly suffocated her. Frothy saliva was dripping all over her chest while he was gagging her. Disgraceful sounds were coming from her lips. Laurel focused too hard on staying conscious to worry about that.
"Do you like it, slut? Do you enjoy it when we treat you as our fuck toy?" Severin yanked her hair and pulled her off Corwin's shaft to give her a chance to rest. Laurel coughed out when she took her first free breath. Dark makeup was running down her cheeks from tears and thick spit. "Keep sucking. Use your hands on his balls."
He cracked his palm down on her ass, released her hair from his grasp and walked away... or so she thought. Tomorrow her jaw would hurt like hell but right then she was too busy to serve him.
Tomorrow... would there be a tomorrow? Laurel had no idea if they'd survive that brutal and sensual night. How far did Severin plan to take them?
Laurel screamed out in pain when something long and hard connected with her reddened butt cheeks. Corwin muffled those sounds with his rough handling of her mouth but the sound caressed his skin. He tossed his head back and let out a loud, lustful howl. Laurel kept crying out in pain when the long object with a rectangle end whipped her ass again and left a rough mark. When it landed on her other cheek, she recognized it as her own riding crop, the roug
hest in her collection.
She used it so many times on Corwin in their rough hours of play.
"You love pain, don't you?" She heard Severin tutting again before he brought the thin crop down for another hard slap. "What a shame I can't spend more time punishing your ass. I bet we can spend hours in whipping and fucking and it will never be enough for you. What? What did you say?"
Laurel was still sucking Corwin off and couldn't answer even if she wanted to. She was too dizzy with the effort of taking that huge cock and trying to stay conscious. Severin was fast to streak her ass with red lines.
"Spread your legs... we shouldn't deprive your cunt now, should we?"
Fuck.
Severin caught her off guard, just when she prepared to get a cruel smack straight on her pulsing clit two fingers probed her pink, trembling butt hole. He must have soaked them in some lube as they slid inside her with less resistance. It had been too long since she last had her ass open. The ice cold lube made her tight passage more relaxed, but it was still hard for her to adjust.
Laurel had to feel the sting of degradation. Instead, she responded and opened her legs wider. Her sore, sweaty body was moving in rhythm between the two men and her anxious mind was quieting down. There was something wrong, so wrong about being probed in front of her own submissive.
"Yes, that's it, open up, pet." Severin removed his fingers from her passage and Laurel cried out in protest. Why wouldn't that sadist just finish what he started? The star of her ass quivered and opened wider in invitation. If he defiled her, he'd better do a good job. "I'm so proud of you. You have no idea how hot you are."
A wave of frustration washed over her when his fingers didn't make contact with her skin. It was the riding crop that bit her cunt and sent a strong, stinging sensation to her inner lips. More tears of pain and humiliation blurred her vision but she couldn't even blink them away. Corwin and Severin worked her from both ends. The hard cock kept sliding in an out of her mouth and the leather rectangle peppered her skin with rough blows.
Their uninvited guest was leaving his own bloody signature all over her body.
"You were being a very bad host tonight, Laurel, but you're making up for that." His crystal clear laughter woke up her sleeping wrath, but that wasn't enough to weaken her lust. "You needed to learn manners but you take your training so well."
When he said training, he brought the point home by hitting the painful nub of flesh between her legs. Laurel embraced the pain and let her senses turn it into pleasure but Severin didn't let her have even a moment of rest. The cruel swats of the crop in his hand were getting harder and more vicious. She lost track of the number of times he gave her the cruel kiss of leather.
"Good... You take your pain so beautifully." Severin spoke in his deep voice and turned to the frenzied Corwin again. "See? That's what you should do to your Mistress when she's being disobedient. You'll both have so much fun."
The werewolf growled with aggression in response and bared his teeth at Severin. Laurel heard the dramatic sigh over the sounds of her own gagging.
"Now, now, Corwin, I'm just trying to be friendly here. We both know she's yours. Trust me, she'll love you for it."
Sometimes he stopped whipping her to keep working her tight ass with fingers or to let her catch a break. Laurel didn't think she could last any longer. Her lips were chafed and if Corwin kept with his rampant face fucking, he could easily mess with her jaw.
Severin chose that moment to disappear again for another surprise. When Laurel tried to pull away from Corwin, he didn't let her. Panic emerged in her dizzy mind when she realized she was too weak to move. Her brain was running out of air and if she got none of it soon, that could be her end.
Laurel survived worse situations. When would she run out of luck?
"That's enough for now."
She had never been so happy to hear Severin's voice, no matter how mocking it was. He pulled her limp, sore body away from Corwin. His frustrated growl of wrath shattered her hearing but Laurel was too grateful to be breathing. Severin let her head rest on the floor and made her raise her ass in the air. Her exhausted mind was drifting away when a few tears of scalding wax burnt her bruised backside.
Severin planted the candle deep in her asshole and leaned in to stroke her hair.
"Good girl... I knew you could take a lot. Don't worry, Laurel, I plan to reward you for being such a receptive pet."
Laurel loved pouring candle wax over her skin in her hours of self-play. Sometimes her need of pain resurfaced to an intense degree and she needed to curb it. She took a long, decadent bath, lit a few fragrant candles and let the wax melt down her thighs and breasts. The candle burning inside her passage was nothing like those she prepared for herself. Severin had made sure he had heated it to the painful point before he let the hot candle touch her.
The melting rain was showering all over the bruises and welts, over the spanking hand prints and her sore clit. Her lungs ached when she screamed and her sanity fell apart with the intense sensations. The stone under her cheek felt cold and comforting while the cruel licks of flame decorated her skin. Each little drop pushed her pain limits further. Severin knelt down next to her and ran his hand over her shoulders.
"Don't fight it, Laurel..." Why did her name sound so beautiful when it came from the lips of her tormentor? "Accept the pain and let it go through you. You need the hurt and sting in every pore."
"I can't." She sobbed, full of shame of her own weakness. "It hurts too much..."
Corwin growled out in sympathy at her suffering.
"Shh..." He stroked her cheek and pressed her head to the ground. "Don't try to handle it, let it happen to you. You know you'll love it."
Laurel closed her eyes, blocked all the other sensations and drowned herself in that dark space. Her strength was leaving her, any attempt to fight would be hopeless. The fire crept up her skin and the pain consumed her until every bit of her became one with it. It hurt but not more than the lust tearing her on the inside. She needed the release, her pride, shame and guilt crumbled in the flames.
"Please... Please..."
"What are you begging for, Laurel?" His fingers stroked her wet pussy and ran over her clit. "Beg for it."
"I... Please, I'm begging you... fuck me... get inside me... please..." Half an hour earlier it would hurt like hell to utter these words. Now they came out of her lips naturally. "Release me..."
His hard smack made the candle in her ass shake and more heated drops burnt her flesh. Severin blew the hot flame and pulled the tall, melting column out of her. Once it was cold, he tossed it aside and picked up Laurel by the hair.
"It's music to hear you beg, my pretty slut. Back on all fours." He commanded and used her hair as a leash once more. Laurel couldn't stand up, even when she was down on her hands and knees. She obeyed and stood there with open legs and a little lustful prayer on her lips.
Severin rested his hand under her chin and made her look up. His gaze was burning with wild emotion when he leaned in to kiss her. It was a soft, affectionate kiss with nothing of his earlier rough dominance. He pressed his cold lips to her forehead and got up so that his waist was at the level of her eyes.
The brief hiss of an open zipper sounded next to her. He pulled his erected cock out, slick with precum and throbbing in his palm. It was nowhere near Corwin's epic size but it would still be hard for Laurel to take him in her mouth.
"Make it nice and wet for your cunt, pet." His wet tip stroked her lips like the brush of an artist. She expected him to grab her by the hair and fuck her mouth with the same wild abandon of Corwin. He didn't even try to touch her and only looked at her with a smirk. "Show me how good you are."
If he had ordered her to service him earlier that night, Laurel would bite him no matter what he did to her. Was it a natural need to please him or conditioning? She had no idea but when her lips traced the outline of his tip, it felt natural. To taste him, lick him, make him a slave of her mouth, even if he wa
s the one on top.
Severin groaned and closed his eyes once Laurel sucked him deep. He muttered her name and encouraged her while she was bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. Spit was flowing out of her lips and coating him while her tongue was playing with him. It was hard to deny how much she enjoyed exploring him. Every time she licked at his cock's underside, she caught the electricity and tension in his skin. He gasped when the minx got bolder and took him all the way down her throat.
"Fuck... you little vixen." Severin rested his palm at her neck and hissed in a low voice. It was his first sign of weakness after her rough assault earlier. "You're lucky I'm leaving tomorrow... or I'd keep you as my property. I wouldn't allow you to leave the bedroom."
Even in her subjugated state, Laurel couldn't help but roll her eyes. She kept licking and sucking and his balls slapped her chin with a resonant sound. Severin grabbed a lock of her hair and pulled her off his shaft. A thick stream of fluid ran out of her lips and she hurried to lick them. Her wicked green eyes didn't lose sight of him.
"If you keep doing that I won't last for too long, slut. Present your ass for me, it's time to fuck you like you deserve."
Was it a deliberate choice or an accident that he positioned her down on palms and knees so she'd be looking at the poor, bound Corwin? She stared in pain into his eyes, torn between the need of her body and her loyalty to her pet. He looked so sad and lost in that moment, helpless to watch how his Mistress was giving herself to another man.
Severin grabbed a lock of her hair and impaled her in one thrust. Laurel closed her pussy walls around him and squeezed him inside her. That all consuming pain was transgressing into the heated pleasure her body had been longing for. He bent her neck and leaned in to kiss her again while his shaft was ravaging her.
Laurel's own stamina shocked her that night. Her two lovers had drained her, and she thought she'd die of exhaustion and lack of air. She was moving her hips in synch with Severin's fast-paced fucking. Even the thought of Corwin didn't put a restraint on her wanton behavior, wild screams of lust and the potent fragrance of sex she exuded.
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