I stop and twist the plug, pulling it out an inch before plunging it back inside her. Her gasp of surprise makes me harder than a rock.
"You're not blooded, but is this ass virginal, too, little wolf? You may speak."
"Yes, sir," she whimpers.
"You like it, though, don't you?"
"No!" she gasps immediately
I pause, waiting for her to correct her mistake, but she doesn't. I pick up the dragon's tail. "No, sir, you mean."
"No, sir," she agrees quickly.
"Too late, love." I flick the handle of the implement and the leather braid snaps down across her buttocks.
She gasps and her shoulders tense.
I wait a full ten seconds before I apply a second stroke, then only two beats before the third. I keep the rhythm unpredictable but slow, driving her into a pain-induced euphoria, each biting lash an invitation to sink deeper. To surrender fully.
She does, and quickly. She certainly has been trained in this regard. It's more the pleasure part that appears foreign to her. Who were the idiots who trained her, anyway?
But why am I surprised? So many masters know only cruelty and greed for power. They lack the subtlety necessary to achieve the true balance of dominance and submission.
I stripe her ass thoroughly, then wait, listening to the sound of her frantic breaths. When they quiet, I reward her with a slow nuzzle of her clit.
She moans. I circle it with my forefinger, rub a little harder.
I pump the buttplug at the same time and her breath returns to pants.
"Beg," I command. A single word. One she likely hates.
Her inner thighs quiver. She's wetter than an ocean, but I'm loathe to let her come yet. Especially if she won't beg.
I walk around to the front of the spanking bench, and unzip my pants.
She lifts her blue-grey eyes to my face, lust and confusion warring.
"Please me, Selene, and I'll let you come."
She moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue.
I free my cock and rub it over her generous lips. She licks around the head with sloppy, uncoordinated movements. It's harder without the use of hands.
I push into her mouth, fuck it. I know lots of doms will change up the rhythm so a sub can't follow it, so she'll choke and gag and grow fearful. I don't play those games. I want her to enjoy pleasuring me, so I make it easy for her. Slow dips into her mouth, not too deep.
Her training shows now. She hollows her cheeks and sucks hard, her tongue swirling underneath my cock.
A shudder of pleasure runs through me, right down to my heels.
This little wolf... she does such things to me.
I grip the back of her head and fuck her mouth faster. "Good girl. Such a good cock-suck, aren't you? Keep it up... just like that." Pleasure gets on top of me, far before I expect it. My eyes roll back in my head.
"I'm coming," I warn. I spend in her mouth and she swallows my essence down without complaint.
I stroke her hair back, run my thumb over her soft cheek. "Good girl," I praise. "You've pleased your master."
She lifts her gaze to mine, steady. There's an unspoken appeal there.
"Yes, I'll let you come, now, beautiful. You deserve the reward."
I don't unbuckle her. I want her captive for this. I stroke around behind her and fuck her with the plug a few times before I pull it out. Then I lick her from clit to anus and back again. I push her thighs open and feast between her legs, exploring her folds, fucking her with my tongue. When she's moaning, I stop and spank her pussy--five firm swats.
She shrieks and moans, twists against the leather cuffs holding her ankles and wrists.
I repeat the whole thing--first treating her with my tongue, then pussy-spanking her. Four more rounds and she's a sobbing wreck.
"Please… please, sir. Let me come. I need to come now. Please, I can't take it any more," she babbles.
"You think you deserve to come now?" I spank her pussy.
"Yes! Yes, sir."
I spank her again, three more times. I twist my little finger inside her tight channel and finger fuck her.
"You may come." I manage to sound regal. Imperial, even, but I'm actually as moved as she is, lust rocketing through my limbs despite the fact that I just came in her mouth.
Something about seeing my proud, beautiful wolf so undone excites me more than anything has in the last century.
Be careful, Lucius. Don't let this one get under your skin. Lose focus and you'll miss the direction of the coup.
Selene's walls squeeze my pinkie like a vise and her thighs quake as she comes and comes, her belly heaving against the padded leather bench, her bare breasts rubbing it with each breath.
I stifle a groan.
When she's finished, I unbuckle her, wrap her up in a blanket and carry her to my throne. "You all right, pet?" I settle in my chair, with my treasured cargo in my lap.
Her head falls back, her mouth curved and eyes hazy with bliss. "I'm not dead yet."
I chuckle.
"I will consume you as you consume me, and if we're very lucky pet, we won't both die of pleasure."
It was a mistake, keeping her a virgin. For all her strength, she has no defenses against a slow seduction.
I enjoy her warm weight. She turns in my arms, mumbles something.
"What's that, pet?" I smooth her hair down her back.
"I didn't know it would feel this way," she whispers.
"How does it feel?"
Her lips shape the words but barely any sound comes out. "Good. It feels good."