Authors: Evangeline Anderson
“They’re meant to hurt,” he responds calmly. “Take a deep breath,
Emma. Relax into the pain.”
I try to do as he says and I find that I can manage—a little bit.
The pain in my sensitive nubs isn’t quite so intense now—it’s more like intense
squeezing. And I have to admit, to my shame, that every sensation I feel in my
breasts is going straight to my pussy to make me wetter and hotter than I have
ever been before. Am I getting off on the pain? Or the fact that it was Aiden
who inflicted it?
“Better now?” he asks, searching my eyes.
I nod shortly. “A little.”
“Good.” He strokes one tortured breast gently. “Tell me something,
Emma—deep down, do you like the way it feels? The bite of the clamps?”
I can feel myself blushing. It’s almost as though he’s reading my
mind—but there’s no way I’ll admit it. “No,” I say hastily. “No, of course not.
Why would I like it?”
“Because you’re a natural submissive,” he murmurs. “I could tell
it the moment I touched you. You don’t want to acknowledge it, but giving
yourself to me, however reluctantly, arouses you greatly.”
“No, it doesn’t,” I lie, trying to keep a straight face. “Not at
all.”
“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow at me. “So if I was to finger your soft
little cunt right now I wouldn’t find you wet and hot for me?”
“No, I…I don’t….don’t think so.” I shift uneasily in front of him.
Goddess
.
“You don’t
think
so?” He frowns at me sternly. “I think
we’d better find out for sure. Spread your legs and open your pussy for me.”
“I…do I have to?” I whisper. I know what he’ll see if he forces me
to do this. He’ll find out how hot and wet I really am. How the punishing
clamps on my nipples are causing my pussy to cream for him.
Aiden twists one finger in the gold chain hanging between my
breasts and gives it a sharp tug. I yelp as the clamps bite even harder and a
fiery mixture of pleasure and pain jolts through me, causing fresh wetness
between my legs. “Do as you’re told,” he says sternly.
“Yes, Master,” I say through gritted teeth. Part of me hates the
humiliation of what he’s demanding I do. But there is another part—a part so
deeply buried I never would have found it without Aiden. That naughty little
part of my psyche loves the feeling of hot helplessness, of giving control of
my body over to someone else. Someone bigger and stronger who can do anything
he wants to me. I try to push that part away—it’s sick and wrong to be turned
on by this treatment, isn’t it? I am no longer sure. All I know is that my
master is watching me, waiting for me to obey. Every second I delay I am
risking more punishment.
Taking a deep breath, I spread my legs for him. Then, (and this is
even harder) I reach down and part my pussy lips with my fingers, holding
myself open so that he can inspect my wet, pink interior.
“Lovely,” Aiden murmurs, cupping my open pussy in his hand. I
can’t quite stifle a moan as his warm palm comes in contact with my slippery
inner cunt. I can feel the heel of his hand rubbing my throbbing clit even as
two thick fingers sink deep inside my pussy. He looks up at me. “And not just
lovely—very wet and hot. You
do
like this, Emma. Even if you don’t want
to admit it to yourself.”
“I…I…” It’s impossible to answer when he’s pumping slowly into my
pussy with those long, thick fingers. Goddess, I haven’t even had breakfast yet
and he’s about to give me an orgasm.
“Wet and hot but so
tight,”
Aiden says, still pumping.
Goddess, I’m so
close.
If he would just rub my clit a little harder… a
little faster… “We’ll have to do something about that after breakfast,” he
continues. Then, abruptly, he withdraws his hand.
I’m left standing there alone, bereft, unfulfilled. I make a
little sound of protest but Aiden seems unconcerned.
“You may sit now, Emma,” he says, indicating a plush dining room
chair adjacent to his. “Breakfast will be served at once.” He picks up a small
crystal bell I hadn’t noticed earlier and rings it sharply.
To my surprise and embarrassment, a door on the far side of the
room opens and an elderly human man with thinning white hair and watery blue
eyes shuffles in carrying a tray. Oh my Goddess, has he been watching? Has he
seen everything that Aiden was doing to me? Quickly I try to cover myself with
the crimson shirt but Aiden stops me.
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, Emma. Barnes won’t
look at you.” Barnes, presumably, being the old man.
“But…” I have never felt so naked. I’m still itching to cover up,
even though the servant’s watery blue eyes are pointed discreetly away from me.
“It’s my wish that you remain bare,” Aiden growls softly, his eyes
flashing. It’s clear he’s not going to bend on this.
Reluctantly, I stop fiddling with the crimson shirt and let it
hang open by my sides. My clamped nipples throb fiercely and my pussy feels
incredibly wet and naked. My cheeks are so hot I feel like my face is on fire.
Yet I sit there quietly, on display, while the elderly servant serves out scrambled
eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes.
He puts a steaming plate in front of me and I pick up my fork and
start eating, not sure what else to do. I’m sure the food is delicious, but I
can’t taste a thing. All I can feel is how embarrassed I am. How I wish I could
sink right through the floor and never return.
Finally, after pouring me a steaming cup of what smells like Earl
Grey tea, the old servant leaves. I breathe a sigh of relief and feel myself
relaxing. It’s entirely possible that he’s watching us from the next room but
as long as I can’t
see
him doing it, I feel better.
Across from me, Aiden is enjoying a hearty breakfast—which is, to
put it mildly, impossible. Vampires subsist completely on blood. Anything else
becomes completely indigestible to them when they lose their humanity.
“Vampires can’t eat,” I blurt, before I think about it.
“This one can,” Aiden says mildly, looking up from a bite of
pancake. “And I enjoy it greatly.”
“But how?” I ask. “You’re not human anymore.”
“The same way I can tolerate sunlight.” He gives me a predatory
smile. “I assure you, Emma, there are a great many human pleasures I enjoy.”
My stomach does a flip as I consider the implications of his
words. Suddenly, I’m not hungry anymore. I put down my fork as butterflies
continue to swoop in my stomach.
Aiden frowns at me. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating?”
“I’m not hungry,” I say. “Besides, this is really fattening. I
mean, it’s
good
, don’t get me wrong. But pancakes and bacon? Come on, I
haven’t eaten this stuff in years.” Not since I got out of high school and made
an effort to lose some weight, anyway.
“Haven’t I told you that I like your shape?” he asks sternly. “I
want you to feel free to eat what you want, Emma.”
“What, so I can get horribly fat and unattractive?”
“You’ll never be unattractive to me. And I like a woman with
something to hold on to.”
“I’m only here for a year,” I remind him. “If I spend that time
pigging out, I’ll never get married and have kids. I mean, it’s bad enough that
I’m a dud but…” I trail off as I see the burning light in his eyes. He's angry
about something I’ve said—furious.
“You’ve only been with me for a night and you’re already thinking
of finding a new master?” he says in a low, dangerous voice.
“What? No!” I protest hastily. “But you and I both know the term
of Sacrifice only lasts a year. I mean, it’s not like you’re going to want to
keep me around after time is up. Right?”
Aiden’s eyes narrow and then he looks away, the muscles in his jaw
clenching. “Right,” he says tightly. Abruptly, he pushes back from the table.
“Breakfast is over,” he announces.
Well, all right. So much for making me eat more. I push back from
the table too. “What now?” I ask, though I’m almost afraid to find out.
“Back to the bedroom,” he says, rising and throwing his linen
napkin over his half eaten plate. “I have one more thing for you to wear while
I’m gone today.”
Before I can ask what it is, he is striding from the room so fast
I have to trot to keep up.
Chapter Eight
The 'one more thing' turns out to be a kind of harness that straps
around my thighs and presses up against my crotch like a pair of weird leather
panties. There’s a hole in the crotch though, with another, smaller harness as
though something is meant to fit through it. Before I can ask Aiden about it,
he produces a slim, flesh colored dildo and holds it up.
“What’s that for?” I ask warily as he kneels before me to finish
strapping the harness in place around my thighs.
“It’s to open you,” he replies, matter-of-factly. “Spread your
legs, Emma.”
“What? You expect me to wear that all day while you’re gone?” I
cross my legs quickly. It might be slim but it’s still considerably wider than
his two fingers, which are the largest things I’ve ever had inside me.
“Of course I do.” He frowns at me. “How else can I get you ready
to accommodate my cock when I take you?”
I can feel my cheeks getting hot at the casual way he talks about
fucking me. “I don’t know,” I confess at last. “But you never said anything
about me wearing a dildo all day long.”
“Emma,” he says. “I’m simply trying to break you in gently. Would
you rather I threw you on the bed and took you here and now, ready or not?”
I bite my lip. “N-no,” I whisper. I might have found a strange,
twisted enjoyment in his mastery of me but I have no wish to be raped.
“I didn’t think so,” Aiden murmurs. “This device will help you get
used to being penetrated and filled.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “And I
don’t
recommend cheating and taking it out once I’ve left the house for the day.
Every morning I’ll be fitting you with a larger phallus. If you skip a day,
you’re going to have more pain the next day.”
“I see.” And I do. I’m going to be walking around all day with
this thing inside me and I don’t dare take it out, even when Aiden is gone.
“Good,” he says, looking into my eyes. “Now I want you to spread
your legs for me and let me fill you, Emma.” The words are spoken in a low,
quiet voice of command. A tone I’m already beginning to think of as his 'master
voice'. To my great shame, I feel a surge of lust between my legs when he
speaks to me like that.
“All right,” I whisper reluctantly.
“All right, what?” he prompts sternly.
“All right, Master.”
“Excellent, Emma.” He strokes my thigh soothingly. “Now turn
around and grip the bedpost.”
I do as he says, gripping one of the thick bedposts with both
hands.
“Very good,” Aiden says. He is still kneeling on the ground behind
me and he raises the tail of the crimson shirt I am wearing, baring my ass.
“Now spread your legs and push out your ass,” he directs. "I want your
pussy tilted toward me so I can line this up correctly.”
I do as he says but just as I’m in the correct position, I happen
to look to my side and see that this whole interaction is visible in the oval
mirror of the dresser. My breath catches in my throat and I stare at the mostly
naked girl gripping the bedpost and spreading her legs for her master.
Aiden, for his part, doesn’t seem to notice I’m watching us in the
mirror. He simply holds the flesh-colored shaft by its base and slides it
carefully and precisely into the hole in the leather harness.
I gasp when I feel the cool latex touch my skin.
“Once it’s seated fully inside you, it will warm to your body
temperature,” Aiden says, as though reading my mind.
I think about saying it’s the 'fully inside' part which worries me
much more than the thing’s temperature but before I can, the head is sliding
between my outer cunt lips, finding the entrance to my pussy.
I clench in fear—I can’t help it. This seems so unnatural, so
foreign
.
My whole body feels tight at the very idea of letting this happen.
Again, Aiden seems to sense my mood. “It’s all right,” he murmurs,
stroking my thighs and ass soothingly. “You can do this, Emma. It’s my wish
that you open yourself for me and it’s for your own good. I know you can
submit.”
“I…I…” I want to say something biting and sarcastic. Something
about how would he like to submit to my foot up his ass? But I can’t quite get
the words out. I know he’d punish me for such insolence and besides, a part of
me wants to trust him. Wants to put myself in his hands and please my master.
“I’ll try,” is what finally comes out of my mouth.
“Good, very good.” I feel something warm and wet and hot at the
top of my right buttock—did he just kiss me there? I look in the mirror just in
time to see him do it again, this time at the top of my left buttock.
I let out a little sigh. The unexpectedly tender gesture seems to
loosen me up somehow. I’m sure Aiden knows that because I feel the flesh-colored
phallus resume its journey. The slick head breaches my entrance and slides
gently but relentlessly up and into my tight pussy channel.