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  Because it was time for his demands.

  “Spread your legs, do it now,” he ordered sternly, and I swear his words shot straight to my core, making it quiver again. He lifted his chin slightly and made a show of inhaling deep, before following the scent of my arousal down the length of my body. Then he lowered over me again and commented,

  “My girl likes her Master’s command, I see.” At this I rolled my bottom lip into my teeth and Lucius’ eyes focused in on the action. Then he was at me in a heartbeat, licking the seam of my lips until I let it go so he could warn me,

  “That lip doesn’t belong to you, it belongs to me and biting it, well…that’s my job.” I let out a moan as the pain of his teeth taking hold of my lip only managed to turn me on more, and he knew it as the second he let it go, his own tipped up on one side into a knowing smirk.

  “It pleases me to know that my girl also likes the bite of pain with her pleasure, for I most certainly enjoying giving it to you…especially after all you have put me through recently,” he said making me flinch at the last part, needing no more reminders of the pain my actions had caused him.

  “Speaking of which, I gave you an order, Pet,” he said nodding down at my legs and waiting for me to comply. So, I swallowed down my shyness and did as he asked, not thinking it wise to push him or test his need for control.

  Then once I was where he wanted me, I was forced to watch as he held his left hand out behind him. His metal covered palm now faced one of the black shards that surrounded us. I frowned in question, but it wasn’t for long as I soon found myself sucking in a quick breath at the show of power. The shard started to liquify with the outsides of it rolling down itself until the rest followed and the sharp tip was no more.

  It continued to flow down as if it was bleeding away until it reached the base and became the consistency of glue, thickening until it formed shape. Then it started to snake across the bed towards Lucius, making me flinch back. But then, just as I was about to pull my leg back to my body to get away, Lucius’ right hand snapped out and shackled my ankle before I had chance. After this he merely gave me a look, one that commanded I do as I was told, even if the added words weren’t needed,

  “Do. Not. Move.”

  After he was confident I would follow his order, he released my leg and like his armour, he manipulated the strange Hellish substance until it was touching my skin. The second it touched me I had to force myself to hold still as it did. It was cold, so cold that it sent a chill up my body making me suck in a breath through my teeth. Lucius watched my reactions, enjoying the sight as he smirked.

  “Enjoying yourself?!” I couldn’t help but snap, turning his smirk into a full blow grin before he answered,

  “Immensely.”

  This single word was emphasised when he flicked his wrist as the black glue suddenly hardened around my ankle like a steel shackle. When Lucius looked satisfied, he did the same to the other leg, and this time praised me when I allowed it to happen without him needing to intervene by restraining me.

  “You’re learning, Pet,” he said after he ran his bare fingertips up the inside of my thigh, flicking the long part of my dress aside at the split in the material. I shuddered making his lips twitch in the barest hint of amusement, before that stern hardness took over and he nodded to my arms.

  “Spread them wide,” he ordered and instead of doing as he asked this time, I pushed up with them, so I was sitting up slightly to look at him,

  “Lucius, I…” My sentence was abruptly cut off the second he was suddenly on me, straddling my hips with his knees either side of me. He looked so damn scary and masterful, I swear I stopped breathing. He then framed my waist with both hands and with a quick jerk of my torso, my arms slid from under me, no longer holding me up and making me fall flat back onto the bed.

  Then he gripped a wrist in his hand, leant over me and stretched my arm to the side.

  After this, I knew what I truly had in store for me. For Lucius hadn’t been exaggerating, he really did mean to punish me. My proof of this came when he told me exactly what I should be doing.

  Proof when he warned on a sexual demand…

  “You…should obey me.”

  20

  Seductive Torture

  “You…should obey me,” he advised with a stern tone that added to the warning, as he waited for another shard to liquify and shackle me 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 red raw.

  Meaning that now, as his hand spanned my inner thighs, holding them down, I found myself unable to hold back the question,

  “But I thought…” His growl stopped me from finishing that sentence, as he suddenly hooked a claw round the inside of my panties, skimming the smooth talon against my opening before a quick tug was all it took for them to snap. Then with a flick of his bare hand, they were out of his way. This was just before he lowered his lips all the way so he could hold my gaze, doing so long enough to tell me,

  “You…thought wrong.” His words were a heated growl. A snarled rumble all the way from his chest and ending as his teeth latched around my aching clit.

  “Oh Gods, Oh Gods, Ohhhh…!” I let out a long, pained sounding moan when it was anything but. Although this was when I really started to tug at my arms and my legs, trying to save myself the onslaught of his punishing mouth against my sex…it was just too much.

  “Holy shit…Gods!” I shouted this time, as he scraped a fang right over the sweet spot and I would have flown right off the bed, had I…you know, not been shackled to it…oh and also, having wings would have helped.

  Despite this I still fought with little success against my restraints, as the feeling was too intense, and my struggle was something he enjoyed watching. I knew this when he paused long enough to raise his face up to see me, smirking the second he saw the strain in my features. His jaw was wet and glistening with the evidence of my arousal. I swear the sight of seeing it framing his bad boy grin was one of the sexiest things I think I had ever seen!

  “Fucking beautiful,” he muttered more to himself before he dove right back in there again, and this time, he added his fingers to the mix. This caused me to arch my back at the same time I let out an even louder cry, for it quickly took me hurtling to the edge where I would soon be chasing that orgasm right off it…and I couldn’t fucking wait!

  “Yes, yes…Gods, Lucius…yes, I am so close…” I told him as a few seconds more and…

  I. Would. Be. Right…

  “I know you are, Pet,” Lucius said the second his lips left me, along with his fingers. I couldn’t believe he had stopped and because of it, I cried out my loss.

  “No!” I shouted making him chuckle and I swear if I had been free to do it, I would have thrown something at his head!

  “Why are you stopping!?” I couldn’t even find it in me to be ashamed that this was screeched in obvious outrage, something he smirked at. Then he slowly climbed up my body like a predator savouring his kill, and when his face was directly over mine, he lowered his lips to my ear and told me in gentle, luring way,

  “Because this, my troublesome beauty, is what’s called…punishment.” He growled the last word and then, licked the length of my neck right up to my cheek, now savouring the sound of my horrified gasp. Because now I was left only eating my earlier thoughts at the same time he lowered back down to resume eating me. Having him do this to me, bringing me to the cusp of orgasm only to rip it away from me, was a far worse punishment than spanking me as he had done in the past.

  This…was torture.

  No, spanking my ass red raw was a piece of cake compared to this! And this thought only entered my mind after the second time he brought me to the brink, only to rip it away from me just as cruelly as the first time. Just before I could fall into the pool of bliss that Lucius was already swimming in! Because he was having the time of his fucking life watching my desperation!

  “Please, please…oh Gods, Lucius please!” I begged the third time round when he had brought me to the edge again, doing so quicker this time. He achieved this by finger fucking me until I was screaming at the insanity of pleasure, for it was simply maddening!

  “Mmm, how sweetly my bird sings for me…sweet, sweet, begging, my Pet…” Lucius said, after leaning over me so he could once again tease me with his words and his lips at my neck.

  “…Now again.” The moment he said these next two words in my ear, I was crying out once more,

  “NO!” However, this echoing plea was answered only with another amused chuckle and a very firm,

  “Yes.”

  Then once more he latched himself to what felt like every inch of my sex and I was again, bending my spine trying to escape all that was him. But then he placed a firm, cold metal hand against my belly and barely had to even push before it was held down flat against the bed.

  Then like a good little fucked up bird, I was soon singing for him once again.

  “Yes, yes, fuck! Lucius please, not this time I am so…NO, GODS BE DAMN IT!” I shouted trying to yank out of the shackles just so I could pound my fists against his back. This was as I felt the vibrations of his sadistic laughter against the inside of my thigh where he was kissing, in between his obvious amusement.

  That had been number four.

  I swear if he continued past number five, then a light breeze blowing against my pussy would have made me come like a fucking asteroid hurtling up back into space! And speaking of number five, he started slowly this time, and those barely there touches were soon combined with him blowing on my heated, soaked tender flesh as if he had heard my thoughts spoken aloud.

  “Sooo gooood.” I moaned, hating my weakness at not being able to hold it back and this time when he smiled, I felt it surrounding my clit before he suddenly ended the gentleness by sucking the bud in deep and rolling it between his teeth. I would have bolted upright at that one, had I not been restrained by more than just his hand that was still positioned at my belly.

  I think this lasted all of three seconds before I was about to come and this time I tensed, as I tried to hold back any indication that I was as close as I was, just so it could sneak up on him. However, the sadist in him knew and the moment his lips left me, I looked down at him and screamed,

  “Fucking bastard! Let me come!” At this he simply smiled as if every time he got a new reaction from me, it was like being awarded the next level of achievement or some shit like that!

  “You think this is fucking funny!?” I shouted at him, making him bite his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing at my outburst and I hated him for it!

  “I confess that I find it most satisfying, yes,” he told me, and I narrowed my eyes at him before saying,

  “Then it’s a fucking good job I am tied up, because I would currently be kicking the shit out of you…oh, and just so you know, it would not have ended the way it did the last time I put your arrogant ass on the floor!” At this he threw his head back and laughed, making his abs tighten in a way I now hated because him being hot right now just pissed me off.

  “I think we will save that type of foreplay for another time, Pet, as right now…”

  “I am far from done with you.”

  21

  Denied. Granted. Owned.

  “I am far from done with you.” The moment he said this my eyes widened, and I muttered,

  “You can’t be serious!” My outrageous cry was met by action as he suddenly grabbed a fistful of my dress in his clawed metal hand and as it tightened the material around me, he replied,

  “What do you think?” Then he twisted his claws in such a way that when he tugged, he ended up tearing my dress right off me. I cried out in shock at suddenly finding myself completely naked. Not that there had been much of a dress to begin with but still, it had felt like it offered me something at least.

  He yanked the torn shreds from underneath me, tossing them aside and once more taking his usual position, which was obviously his favourite for torturing me.

  “You can’t do this,” I muttered and at this he grinned. Then while still holding my gaze from above my abused sex, he told me,

  “Oh yes I fucking can, Princess…besides…I am still hungry for you,” he said pausing enough to speak this last part down at my dripping pussy, making a show of licking his
lips. Then he dipped his head down and I tensed knowing what was in store for me yet again.

  I cried out in protest before it quickly merged into a moan of pleasure that told him I wanted him to do anything but stop. However, stop he did, and again right on the cusp of me coming. I started screaming at him, cursing his name one second and then begging him for it the next. In fact, by the end of the madness, I lost count just how many times he allowed this torture to continue.

  But I knew it was taking longer in between times as he knew how close to the edge I was. That most of the time his fingers and lips would only need to be there a minute or two before I was but a gasped breath away from finding my sweet release. And it was one that I knew when it was finally granted, it had the power to tear through me like a fucking tidal wave, crashing through my soul.

  Now all he had to do was let me fucking have it, which is precisely why I said,

  “Just let me fucking have it!” Yet my demand was met the way it usually was…with amusement.

  “I have to say…” he paused long enough to clean my arousal off his fingers before continuing in an entertained tone,

  “…it pleases me to know that this experience will make you think twice before running from me again.” I had to say I was too out of my head space to do much more in that moment than just moan another plea for him to end my suffering,

  “Yes…Gods, please, please Lucius, don’t do this to me.” His crimson eyes flashed a deeper shade before his grin gave me his answer, making his words no surprise.

  “This is but a moment in time for you, my Pet, as hard as that may be, it is still unimaginable to the suffering I was made to endure due to your decision to act against me.” I cried out in horror,

  “So, this is fucking payback!”

  “But of course, it is,” he replied calmly, making me want to kick out at him, adding the action to my growl of anger.