to the bed. After it was secure, he reached across the other side of me and did the same to the other hand. I knew he was satisfied when that sadistic grin was back. This was after first watching me test the strength of the restraints by pulling on them and getting nowhere for they didn’t budge.
Then he sat up once more and loomed above me, meaning I couldn’t take my eyes from the sight. His bare chest looked chiselled from the marble in his throne room, with only the warm skin tone that told me he wasn’t made from stone. The hard planes of his pecs dipped in defined lines, doing so all the way to his hard-tight abs. The muscles on his sides, like gills, hardening further as he twisted at the waist when running a hand up my leg, all the way to my waist.
His hand continued up and teased the bare skin at the exposed upturned V shape of my dress that was positioned at my breasts. This was before he was running his finger along the crimson stain his claw had made there when grazing my skin back on the bridge.
“My demon was rough on you,” he said in a gentle tone that I knew not to trust, as that was all part of his sexual game. Like a cat playing with a mouse, letting it believe it was free for a moment before being dragged back by its claws so it could enjoy the thrill of dominance. He gathered up what blood was left there and brought it to his lips to suck before he had me flinching again with his abrupt actions. Because he let his body fall forward, landing on his hands either side of me but letting me first believe that he was going to land hard against me.
However, he simply pushed his entire body up, doing so with so much strength that it propelled his body back up to stand. Meaning that from his new height above me, he became even more intimidating.
Oh, and didn’t he just know it, as the sound that ended this move was a knowing chuckle…cocky bastard.
“What are you going to do?” I questioned as he took a few steps back, so now he was stood in between my spread legs, the master of his domain and all the exposed trembling flesh before him.
“You want to know what I am going to do…?” He asked as he started to lower first to one knee and then the other, pausing enough to add to my nerves.
“…I am going to enjoy this, that’s what,” he said in a dark tone at the same time his hands flicked out at his sides, commanding the restraints to pull tight. This made me shriek out as my legs stretched further out before him, making me look like some damn sacrificial virgin or something!
In fact, the moment the once sticky lengths of black ooze he had commanded hardened at his silent order, it now ended up looking like giant crystal shards that had fallen and landed in the bed.
“Lucius, I can’t, please…” I started to say, getting panicked which he let seep into the edges of his control, realising he had to give me something more. So, he skimmed the length of my leg until he reached the top of my thigh and told me,
“Don’t worry, little Pet, I will take good care of you.”
“But I thought you were going to punish me?” I asked with a tremble in my voice from both nerves and bittersweet sexual anticipation. He started to lower down over me, gathering up my skirt so it fanned out either side of me, leaving my legs bare. Then he traced the back of his curled talon down the centre of my panties. A pair that was nothing more than a scrap of sheer white material the same as the dress. I sucked in a quick breath at the contact and watched as he got lower, so his next words were said just over my barely covered, soaking wet sex,
“Oh, I will punish you,” he said with dark promise lacing every word, purred directly over my skin with his eyes blazing up into mine. But Gods, if he thought by him being down there, ready to feast on me was something I would class as a punishment, then he was very, very wrong. Because I had been expecting to be bent over something and spanked until my ass was