He sweeps a hand out and indicates the Wall of Pain. "Choose."
I straighten. Stare at him and heave a breath before getting to my feet. The rows of implements blur as I get close. I grab the one closest to me, a strip of leather with an angled tip attached to a long handle. When I return to Lucius, I kneel and offer it to him, head bowed. The choreography of high protocol makes things easier, especially when I'm steeling myself for a long night.
Lucius takes the whip and sets it aside before gathering me close.
"Frightened?"
I dip my head.
"Don't be. I won't harm you." His large hands trespass over my body, kneading my shoulders until I melt, finding my resistance, breaking it down. His touch feels good. I both love and hate how I respond to him.
"I don't know if I can do this," I blurt.
"You don't have to do anything. Just be."
"When we're in a scene, I am aware of everything about you--every movement, every flinch, every quiver. Your role is to be aware of me. I will be your world. My words, your god." His large hands cup my face and tip my head back to meet his eyes. "Give yourself to me, Selene. I won't ever let you fall."
Lucius
MY PET SQUIRMS on my lap, too on edge to sit still. She's both nervous and curious, a refreshing combination. I set her on her knees on the floor and fasten the collar around her neck. "High protocol," I tell her and she nods, instantly bowing her head. Her gasp makes me grasp her chin. "What is it, pet?"
"Do you need me?" She eyes the bulge in my slacks. Afraid? Eager? Her face is a mask a vampire would envy.
"Not right now, pet," I tell her. "You must earn it." Her eyes widen slightly. Nervous. She really is a virgin.
"You need a new safeword, pet. Something unique."
"Shrubbery?" she suggests and I bite back a grin.
"That will work."
I sit in silence for a moment, letting her anticipation build. She fidgets, shifting her ass over one heel, then the other. Her wide eyes blink rapidly, breath shortens. She watches my face and I watch her back.
"Stand and disrobe." I keep the order short. Concise.
She immediately jumps to obey. Her romper falls to the floor in a heap and she stands nude before me, her pretty nipples jutting out, her cunt dewy and ripe for the taking.
My cock throbs painfully against my leg, but I'm a master of control. A vampire in my position has to be. I'm not like a rutting wolf, who gives into his desire and marks his mate viciously. No, I bide my time. Make her tremble. Teach her obedience. My satisfaction comes in my dominion over her, not in some base release of my manhood.
I slowly rise from my throne, picking up a leash and hooking it to her collar. "Come, pet. I'm eager to mark your pale skin again." I take the dragon's tail with me, and a leather paddle.
She doesn't miss any of it, her dilated eyes taking it all in with a flash of alarm. I lift my chin in the direction of a spanking bench. "Over there. Mount the bench, pet."
I don't miss the shiver that runs down her spine, but she obeys wordlessly, kneeling over the bench.
I buckle her wrists and ankles in and check them for tightness. Her pussy looks too delicious not to touch, so I sweep a finger over the dewy slit, spreading her natural lubricant up to her clit.
She arches her ass to me and I spank it, hard.
She's a wolf, so pain means little. Any marks I leave will heal almost immediately. Some vampires love shifter subs for this reason. Some hate them--they prefer humans who will feel the full brunt of punishment for days.
I never had much of an opinion, but in this moment, I'm glad Selene is a little wolf. I'm too protective of her to want her to experience any lasting discomfort, even for pleasure's sake.
"Ready for your spanking, Selene?"
She doesn't answer, so I slap her ass again.
"Yes, sir." Her words are slightly sullen, but I don't miss the breathless quality to them. She's excited but her pride keeps her from admitting it.
I palm the handle of the leather paddle. It's a lovely instrument, flat and slappy. It makes for a great warm up--a little more harsh than the flogger or my hand, but still light and stingy.
I slap it once across the center of her buttocks and listen to her gasp. The mere sound of it gives me pleasure. I smack her again and pause for the reaction. I begin in earnest, slapping fast and quick, all over her pale globes.
The intensity surprises her, because she gasps and squirms, twisting her wrists against the cuffs. I love the way her ass clenches and quivers. After thirty or so strokes, she gets control of herself. The endorphins are starting to kick in as the blood rushes to her ass, turning it a rosy hue. She slows her breath and goes still, taking the spanks bravely.
So, of course, I stop.
"Getting warm, beautiful?" I squeeze one cheek roughly.
She growls a bit, totally unsubmissive.
I chuckle. "I think this ass needs something to clench around while I spank, don't you?"
She's wise enough not to answer.
I get a tube of lubricant from my toolbox and coat a small, stainless steel butt plug with it. "Open for your plug, pet."
She immediately tightens her anus.
I wait.
After a moment, she blows out a breath, relaxing her ass. I press the bulbous tip to her tight rosette and apply slight pressure. After a beat, the muscles release. I push the plug forward and she gives a mewl of alarm.
"Easy, pet. Breathe. Big exhale."
I wait until she obeys, then continue to press the plug in until it seats. She whimpers, a tremor shaking her inner thighs. Her juices leak from her cunt.
"Good girl." I resume spanking with the paddle, lighter this time, but with the intent of jiggling her flesh and causing the plug to twist and move inside of her.
She moans and pants. Squirms and gasps.