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  Leather snapped through the air. Multiple tails heavy enough to send a deep thud through the air. Not the crack of a single tail which could cause more damage if he was pissed enough to use it on her. Just the touch of the bullwhip and she screamed and bled. No, this was something else, one of the heavy floggers he preferred to use for long play sessions.

  “You have my permission to scream.”

  Please, not this. Not this. I'll please him any other way you wish, but don't let it be this.

  The flogger lashed through the air, caressing her back in a multitude of painful strokes. Permission to scream or not she couldn't have kept silent if her life had depended on it. A cry tore from her throat as she arched and then pressed back to the bed, trying to find some way of escaping the waves of fire that now interwove a pattern across her naked back.

  He snapped the leather away from her back only to return it to his chosen target with even greater force.

  She couldn't escape the pain, or the blows. The restraints held firm as she struggled then squirmed against the soft bedding. Her nipples crinkled fully into hardened points as she moved against the seductive covers, her hips tipped and pressed fully against the cushion despite the fact it bared her lower lips to his view. Lips she knew had now parted to offer a provocative glimpse into the intimate heat between them.

  The leather tails caressed slowly over her back, stroking the lines of raised fire they had forced into life. Did he know how he fucked with her mind doing this, offering her a near gentle touch that still reminded her of the pain that had been and the agony yet to come as he lifted the flogger away from her trembling body.

  “Such a pretty little pet.”

  She tried not to respond but the shake of her head gave her away.

  “Oh you don't like being my pet, my beast, my toy to play with?”

  Celeste whimpered, caught between trying to protect herself from what might happen and the knowledge that he despised lies. Tears trailed down her cheeks, her back ached, welts raised along her once pale flesh offered an all too clear reminder of just what might follow.

  “Nod your head my slut, or shake it. Do you like being my pet?”

  She tensed, wanting to nod her head, to lie to protect herself, but he'd know it was a lie and then there would be real punishment, not the play session he now indulged in. Slowly she shook her head, whimpering softly as she did so.

  “A part of you does though. You've named yourself mine on more than one occasion. And your cunt responds so nicely to the pain these days. Perhaps you're lying to yourself?” He trailed one tail of the flogger down between her spread thighs. “Then again maybe you've only partially accepted that pain and pleasure can be one in the same thing, if given by one who understands these things.”

  Pain, pleasure, it didn't matter, she had no desire to be his anything.

  Did she?

  “It will change in time my beast. You've already made the first steps and once those have taken place there is no way to avoid the need that will eventually consume you. You won't be able to live without such touches soon enough. A gentle soul in bed will bring you no pleasure. You'll crave the touch of a darker heart, and when you're ready I'll teach you the other side of the whip.”

  The other side?

  He cannot mean to teach me how to cause such feelings, can he?

  “Oh that other side is within you as well, but you'll need to earn that trust from me first and you're almost there. You've learned not to lie, no matter what the result of your words.” He stepped back, drawing the flogger away from her back. “And, of course, you will be punished for your insolence. It's not seemly for a slave to reject her owners touch in any way, even in something as simple as stating she doesn't wish to be his beast.”

  No time to scream, to whimper or plead. No chance to try and whine for him to show some mercy, or give her a way to show him that she understood.

  The leather snaked out over her back, biting in a hundred different places. Heat and pain combined in violent explosions across her back as the tips of the flogger struck her skin. He snapped it back through the air only to strike again and again. Each time only the tips bit into her body, forcing into life a hundred small welts as he took pains to teach her the errors of her ways.

  Sweat formed in cold beads across her body, seeping into the tiny welts, stinging the open ones as he swung again. Her screams had turned into hoarse whimpers as she struggled then half collapsed on the bed, all the while her cunt rippled with each new wave of pain. It didn't matter that her mind threatened to flee into the darkness, her body wanted his touch, needed it in just the way he had warned.

  She was his.

  Body and soul, only her mind still remained with some measure of freedom.

  She tried biting into the covers but he wanted to hear each sound she made and reached forward, tangling his fingers into her hair, forming a tight grip that forced her head up from the bed.

  “You know better than that, slut.”

  Yes, she did.

  “Maybe I need to remind you just how much I enjoy hearing your cries?”

  Celeste tried to shake her head, whimpering as she lifted her ass upwards from the cushions, straining to part her thighs further.

  “Ah the little slut wishes attention of another kind, doesn't she?”

  She nodded quickly and tried not to sigh in relief as he let go of her hair.

  “Well then, first she must earn it.” He dropped the flogger, collecting a crop from the side of the bed as he moved in front of her. “You wish some attention, then earn it with that sweet mouth of yours.”

  The head of his cock bobbed in front of her mouth.

  “Open those pretty lips.” He tapped the head of the crop against her cheek sharply. It wasn't enough to leave a mark but still enough to tell her that disobedience or hesitation would not be tolerated.

  Celeste barely parted her lips before she felt him thrust forward, filling her mouth with his cock. She struggled even as he grabbed her by the hair and forced her head down to the base of his penis. It was pointless, she couldn't fight him, yet still she tried to and the laugh that rang in her ears only urged her struggles on.

  “Such a sweet slut, bound, helpless and open to whatever I desire.” He groaned rocking his hips as he began to slowly fuck her mouth.

  She wanted, just once, to find the courage to bite down on him, to sink her teeth into his flesh, but as he well knew, she enjoyed living. One bite would be all she would have the chance for. One bite, one moment where she sank her teeth into his flesh and that would be it. She'd die, but only when he was done with her.

  She struggled for a moment longer, fighting not just him but what her own mind told her. That surrender was inevitable, there was no way to avoid what he wanted and fighting him would only prolong it.

  With a soft whimper she wrapped her tongue about his cock, suckling as he thrust into her mouth.

  “Better slut, you know what to do.”

  Yes she did.

  His cock throbbed between her lips, her throat closing with each thrust inwards, relaxing once more as he pulled back, allowing her a moment to swallow for air. The heady taste of his need filled her mouth as she stroked his cock with her tongue, seeking to bring him some measure of pleasure.

  His grip on her hair tightened as he moaned his delight at her actions.

  Celeste focused on his pleasure, suckling, nibbling, licking as he rocked into her mouth. He set the pace, all she could do was try and find a way to add to his enjoyment before he decided she needed further encouragement.

  The tip of the crop struck her upper back as he thrust deep into her mouth, filling her, blocking off her ability to breath for a split second. Even then it was enough to cause her to panic. Her nails dug into the chain, threatening to break as she struggled and sought to please him at the same time.

  What might have only been a matter of moments felt like a lifetime to the bound young woman and when he pulled back she gulped for air. Sh
e whimpered in fear as she licked quickly over the head of his cock, hoping he would not repeat his actions. How could he expect her to try to please him if she was in fear of her own life, or wondering where the next breath was coming from?

  The crop struck out through the air, landing on her upper back and shoulders in time to his thrusts, each blow adding to the throb in her sex. Her inner walls pulsed in time to his eager use of her mouth, craving the same sensations, a need to be filled, to know the feel of his erection buried between her thighs until she screamed in delight. Yet each whimper from the touch of the crop only urged him onwards in his rhythmic use.

  He shuddered, the grip on her hair tightening until she felt strands break under the grip, small points of pain that dug into her scalp as he forced himself free of her lips.

  “Gods,” he gasped. “Almost lost control.”

  A half smile touched her swollen lips, following by a stomach clenching fear. Had he almost released in her mouth? No, she wasn't ready for that, the thought left her feeling sick, and...

  “But not this time,” he stroked her cheek with his fingers. “No I have other ideas, I don't want to see you swallowing it, I want your body tight about mine as I cum in your helpless form my little owned beast.”

  She leaned into his touch for a moment, only to then pull away. How could she ever seek comfort from him?

  Yet she'd just tried to.

  He shifted away from her head, leaving her for a moment to deal with the confusion her actions, her desires, had now left her with.

  The bed creaked as he settled behind her, his hands gripping her thighs as he forced her further up onto her knees despite the tight grip of the restraints. She had no choice but to try and comply. He wasn't the sort of man who ever took no for an answer.

  His fingers dug into her hips as he moved fully between her thighs, the slick head of his cock brushing against her lower lips. “You want this don't you slut?”

  Celeste whimpered. Gods, yes she did. No matter what she wanted to say her body craved his touch, his cock buried into her sex until she knew nothing more than his touch. She needed his presence, his drive built to the point where it matched hers until they both didn't care what happened around them just as long as they found that moment of release.

  “Show me you want it.”

  She strained, trying to lift her hips higher, despite the pain that sent shooting through her limbs.

  “You can do better than that.”

  Celeste whined, shaking her head. She had no way of lifting her hips upwards any further. Not without dislocating her hips. Even now the strain was almost too much to take.

  “Do you beg for mercy?”

  She nodded, whimpering softly as she tried to look back over her shoulder at him. Couldn't he see that she had tried, that she needed him? Gods she could feel the head of his cock stroking softly between her silken labia, it wouldn't take him much, just a simple thrust and he'd be buried deep within her walls.

  “You'd do almost anything to feel me buried inside you right now, wouldn't you my beast?”

  Celeste didn't hesitate. She nodded, whining softly as she ran the tip of her tongue over her parted lips. She tried rocking back towards him but between his grip on her hips and the restraints she was locked in place.

  “Then show me you're a good pet, whimper for me, whine, plead as only a beast can plead.” He brushed between her thighs, his cock sliding under her cunt to rub against her throbbing clit. Each move, each fresh touch on urged her on that little bit more. She couldn't ignore the heated need that now controlled her thoughts, or surged through her body with each beat of her heart.

  She groaned and forced the sound to turn into a long low whine. Heat flushed through her cheeks, shame gripped her stomach yet still she tried to obey him. She whimpered, whined, turned to look at him as much as the bonds on her body would permit and whimpered again.

  “Does the little bitch wish to be fucked?” His gaze met and held hers, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “Do you accept you're nothing but my pet, my beast, my little bitch to be fucked whenever I wish?”

  Tears spilled down her cheeks but she nodded her ascent. What other choice did she have? Ignore the feelings, the drive he had taken such pains to bring to life in her body? Switch off the heated needed that now burned out of control between her well spread thighs? Lie and say she didn't feel the slick coating that now glistened from her lower lips.

  She belonged to him.

  His beast.

  His slave.

  His...

  Davien thrust forward, holding her gaze with his as his cock filled her aching core. His nails dug into her hips until she cried out in pain and still rocked backwards to meet him the moment he gave her the chance. She needed this, needed him.

  His slave, yes his slave. God may damn me for this but I don't care. I belong to him now.

  Each roll of his hips brought her a little closer to the edge. His grip on her hips kept her in place but did nothing to stop her inner walls from clenching on his thick erection as it pressed against her core.

  “My slut.” He growled against her ear.

  Her cunt tightened.

  “My brazen whore.”

  Heat flushed through her walls, focused on her clit then rippled back into her slick depths.

  “My beast.”

  She groaned, her fingers gripped tightly about the chains.

  Sweat covered her body, the welts burned, stinging from the salt from the sweat. Her nipples brushed against the bedding, breasts aching with the need to feel his touch but she wasn't setting the pace. Her stomach grew taut, her thighs shook as she arched back against him, struggling to keep control as her body tried to drop into the maelstrom of delight he tempted her with.

  “Cum for me.”

  Celeste cried out, arching upwards as much as she could and straining that little bit more. Her ankles screamed in pain, her shoulders threatened to slip free of their joints and she didn't care. Her walls tightened, released then closed about his cock as she thrust back to meet him, holding him close within her quivering body.

  With a low snarl he thrust one last time, his nails breaking through her skin, small half circles of pain lanced into her hips as she sobbed, shaking with the last waves of her own release. Pain and pleasure mixed, pulling her back from the edge of one orgasm only to throw her head long into the next...

  CHAPTER II

  “You did well,” he murmured as he pulled back out of her body. “Better than you have done in the past, pet.”

  Celeste tried to catch her breath and blink away the multicolored spots before her eyes. Sweat dripped down onto her lips and eyes, blinding her for a brief moment.

  Had she heard him correctly? She'd done well? He'd never really praised her before today, not on something this simple. No, she must have misheard him, or imagined it.

  The restraints on her ankles were unhooked, the pressure removed from at least one part of her body as she slowly refocused. The ones on her wrists soon followed suit. Her limbs ached even with the stress removed from her arms but she knew better than to voice a complaint. As far as Celeste knew she was still under orders to refrain from speaking and to use only such sounds as an animal might be able to make.

  “Your back will need tending to.” He brushed his fingers lightly down her back, over the raised welts. Even the light contact was enough to cause her to whimper and send a fresh wave of throbbing through her well used sex. “A bath I believe. You will remain there, my pet.”

  Moving didn't appear to be an option she wanted to explore anyway. Her thighs hurt, hips ached and her wrists all but screamed in pain. There'd be fresh bruises around her wrists and ankles by the end of the day, of that she was certain.

  Davien patted her ass lightly and walked away from the bed. At least that was one thing, he'd kept the use of the flogger to her back, the heated spots on her ass would fade quickly enough. At most she might have some light bruising but that would be easie
r to deal with than the welts that now violently reminded her of their presence.

  The bell rang out as Davien tugged on the red and black velvet cord, summoning one of the staff to the room.

  Only a few weeks before hand she would have been ashamed of someone else seeing her like this, but now it was simply part of life. In the month or so since the hunt Celeste had been forced to accept that every man and woman who either lived or just worked on the estate knew that she was Davien Blood's property. On top of that they were all well aware of his tastes as such things had not been hidden.

  Anyone hired to the staff who objected soon vanished from the house, but those incidents were few and far between. Most of the families in the area knew that the local Lord had odd tastes but the pay was good and as long as those working for him were loyal and did the work then they weren't on the receiving end of his cruel touches. She had to give him credit where that was concerned. He went out of his area to find new men or women to turn into toys, he didn't do what many a man in his position might have done, and stolen the women from the local area.

  Did they protect him because of that, or merely respected him for it? Either way it had helped his standing in the local area. Those few members of staff that she had been able to take the time to get to know spoke highly of Davien, though it also did not prevent them from fearing him.

  “You required aid, M'lord?” Young, dark haired and dressed in the familiar grey clothing of the household, the maid smiled and gave a quick bobbed curtsey.

  “Hot water for the bath, plus clean towels and liniment.”

  “For the young miss?”

  “Yes, and I'll require clean cloths along with a cup of the cooks witch hazel brew to clean her back. Tell the kitchen we'll need hot tea, toast and honey for after the bath. Enough for two.”

  “Yes, M'lord.” She bobbed again and managed to refrain from staring at the naked woman on the bed. “Right away, M'lord.”

  “Pretty young thing,” Davien murmured as he walked back towards the bed. “Not my taste though, too much of the farm girl. Not like you, my pet. Even in Ireland you carried yourself like one born to higher things. Just that one thing that still marks you as a piece of peasant stock Irish bitch, your sweet voice, and that we will take pains to make sure you never leave.”