Please, Master
He sat on the edge of the bed and threw her over his knee, holding her hands tightly against the small of her back, the other waving the chain on her collar away. When he began rubbing her ass she began to squirm, desperate to get free. That only made him tighten his grip and raise his hand, bringing it down hard against her cheek, causing her to scream in pain. He let his palm slam down on the other cheek, just as hard, and she felt her canines bite through her lip, tasting blood as she tried to stay quiet. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
But he only seemed frustrated that she wasn’t screaming, so he spanked her harder and faster, each blow coming in quick succession until she was crying like a child in his lap, begging for mercy. He ignored her, broadening his assault to other areas. He hit the back of her thighs, the pain shooting like electricity into her core. It was an odd feeling she’d never experienced before, but she didn’t have time to process it before the next slap came, drawing another cry from her lips.
He paused for a moment, rubbing his cool hands over her hot skin, before coming to rest over her maidenhood. She bucked in his grasp. Gods, anywhere but there. And to her utter humiliation, there was a slickness between her thighs he began to play with, taunting her.
“Do you feel how wet you are for me, little monster? I wasn’t sure how you’d respond in truth, but you are loving your punishment darling,” he purred in her ear, pulling a snarl from her lips. All he did was chuckle darkly, removing his hand to slap her folds, the wetness only intensifying the pain. She howled, her body on fire again, but this time it was different. A warm tightness was building in her center, and all she wanted to do was get rid of it. Another blow came crashing down on her pussy, and she was too shocked to think, let alone scream.
Loki moved back to her ass then, spanking her even more aggressively than before, and her tears stained the silky sheets he’d placed back on the bed. He had to have given her at least thirty more slaps before relenting, soothing the area again with his hand as Aspis trembled.
He picked her up and maneuvered her so that she was lying on the bed, wincing at the pain radiating throughout her body. She was covered in sweat and tears, and she prayed that her torment was over.
“Now, my dear, you must be honest with me, because I will always know if you are not. There’s a reason they call me the God of Lies.” He paused, so she nodded, no wanting to anger him further. “Have you any experience when it comes to pleasing a man?”
Her brow furrowed in confusion. “No, I, I don’t understand, ah!” She squealed when he slapped her breasts.
“When speaking to me you will address me as Master.”
“Alright,” she gasped, cringing when two more slaps followed.
“Try again.”
“Alright, Master.”
“Good girl. Now, back to the question. Have you ever pleased a man, Aspis?”
Her heart fluttered a little at the way her name sounded rolling off of his tongue. It sounded outright divine. “Pleased a man how? Master? I’ve known no men, save for those I’ve turned to stone on accident.”
His head cocked to the side, letting some of his raven-like hair fall to frame his face. “You are a virgin then?”
“Yes, I am untouched. Master.”
His face lit up in a wicked grin, the look in his eyes purely feral. “You are becoming a more interesting little toy by the minute, little one. I assume you’ve never come before?”
“Come? Where? What do you mean?”
The chuckled that followed was dark and laced with lust. “Why don’t I just show you, little girl?” He flicked his wrists, and the golden chains were back. Except this time there were four of them, connecting each of her limbs to one of the four bedposts. Aspis tensed, suddenly much more afraid. She closed her eyes tightly, wishing she were anywhere but with this man.
“Ah ah,” he chastised, his cool breath millimeters from her womanhood. “Look at me, pet. I want you to watch as I ravish you.”
Slowly her eyes opened, to see Loki’s victorious smile disappear as his lips latched onto her center. Immediately her hips bucked upward, the new sensation completely overwhelming the poor girl. Loki merely grasped her hips, pulling himself closer as his tongue darted in and out of her folds. Aspis whimpered as he continued to torture her, the chilling feelings uncomfortable and addicting all at once. He altered his pace constantly, one second moving fast and harsh, the next agonizingly slow, as if he were teasing her.
He moved upward slightly, coming to rest at a spot just above her pussy, starting to lick and suck at a small bit of skin that seemed a thousand times more sensitive. Before she could stop it a moan escaped her lips, loud and needy, and she could feel the man responsible smirk against her thighs.
She was breathless when he pulled away slightly, gazing at her face intensely. “Now, listen to me little monster. You must always ask permission before you come, always. Is that understood?”
She nodded, trying to clear her head, not really knowing what he meant at all, when a hard slap came down against her wet thigh, making her shriek.
“I need to hear it, pet.”
“Yes, Master.”
“There, such a good girl,” he purred, returning to his work. Aspis’s hips continued to buck as he went straight back for that sensitive little spot. It was as if he’d never left.
And then a slender finger began toying with her slick, pushing deep inside her. She nearly lost it, moaning again as she lost herself in the sensations. That warmth she needed to let go of was increasing, and she thought she might explode at any second.
And then the finger inside her curled forward as Loki bit down on the little nub he’d been attacking. Her back arched violently, her body fighting against the chains that held her, every part of her shaking in pleasure. She screamed as she found her release, never having felt something as enjoyable or as strong before.
It took her awhile to come down, and when she was she was greeted by the furious glare of her captor.
“Did I not just tell you that you had to ask permission?” he roared in her face.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know, please,” she begged, past the point of caring whether or not she seemed pathetic.
“And yet you agreed. You’ll just have to be taught another lesson I suppose,” he sighed, moving back down to her core to start all over again.
This time the feelings were even more intense, and he licked and sucked with more determination than before, adding a second finger inside her channel, pumping the pair in and out rapidly. It didn’t take long for the tightness to return, and soon she was thrown over the edge again, back arching and hips bucking as much as her chains allowed. Loki never even stopped in his assault, continuing to torment her as she worked through her second orgasm, almost immediately driving her into her third. She was screaming so loudly that she thought for sure she’d have no voice left tomorrow.
After her third orgasm the pleasure started to become painful, all the sensations too much for her to handle, but Loki wouldn’t relent. He added a third finger, curling against her walls and biting down on her sensitive spot until she came again, crying from the pain. He pushed further, harder, adding more pressure everywhere until she was sobbing and shaking, begging him to stop whenever she could catch her breath.
“Please,” she whimpered, coming down from her seventh, “I can’t take it anymore, it hurts so bad. Stop, please.”
He ignored her, driving her roughly through her eighth, and she thought for sure she was on fire. Still, he kept going, increasing the discomfort he was forcing on her.
“Master, please, I’m begging you, please stop. Please Master, I can’t, please, oh gods please no more.”
He paused, not moving. “And why should I stop, little one? Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes! Yes, please, Master, I have, please. I’ll be good, I swear it, I’ll ask permission always. Please, I beg of you, please stop.”
He smiled. “You look so pretty when you beg, darling, but no. Not yet.” She wailed as he continued, pulling two more orgasms from her before stepping back, licking his fingers as he watched her convulse. Her hair was soaked from her tears and sweat. She flinched when he leaned over to look at her, but all he did was wave his hand, the chains holding her fast disappearing into thin air.
She found she was too exhausted to move, so she let her ‘Master’ pick her up, falling limply against his chest as he pulled back the sheets to tuck her in. He crawled behind her, pulling her back against his chest before covering them with a blanket.
“Sleep, Aspis,” he whispered, his chilly lips pressed against her ear. And she didn’t argue, fading into a warm, dreamless black void.
Loki had been angry when he’d seen the mess she’d made in his room, yes, but as he pushed a healing spell into the sleeping girl, he wondered if he’d been to harsh on her. She was a virgin, he knew that for sure; her pure innocence aroused him in ways that he hadn’t felt in centuries. He did, however, need her to learn and accept her place as quickly as possible. He needed her to trust him before he could let her use her powers again. It had rattled him that she’d gotten the jump on him back in the forest.
It was all he could do when he’d smelled her own arousal to not take her then and there, but he knew he had to punish her, not frighten her beyond reconciliation. And the fragile little thing weighed nothing, her bones sticking out in places that made him cringe internally. No, he’d have to get her back to her full health, get her up to a healthy weight before he tried anything too intense, otherwise he’d damage his new toy.
He grinned, burying his nose in her hair. She still smelled of flowers, even after the beautiful torture he’d subjected her to. And how her body had danced, responding so willingly to his every touch, it was most appealing. He reached around to caress her breasts, on the smaller size but of no complaint, as his erection pressed into her thick ass. Yes, he would enjoy claiming every part of her as his own. Whatever she was, he would learn everything there was to know about the little monster under his control.