His cock was hard, thick and delicious and curving against his thigh.
Her tongue darted across her lips.
She wanted him to force that big cock down her throat until she choked on it.
He watched his slaves bathe her, his eyes dark and narrowed.
The tight set of his jaw was in complete opposition to the relaxed posture of his body.
His eyes never left hers.
His breathing changed, chest rising and falling quicker as he watched the girls later soap slowly over her naked body.
His hips rocked almost imperceptibly as one slid her hand between Callia’s legs to gently wash her cunt.
He stared at her like a lion watching his prey; ready to strike at any second.
She arched her little cunt against his slave’s hand and let her head roll back.
His eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile spread slowly across his face.
She froze.
She felt like her heart stopped still in her chest.
She knew that look, too.
Surely he wasn’t.
.
The slaves paid no attention to the shift in her mood as scrubbed her skin with rough brushes.
They soaped her again as her brother watched.
Once they had rinsed her, they piled her wet hair on top of her head and began to drain the water as they worked the scented oil and lotion mixture over her clean skin.
Cassius pointed to the fireplace, and she stood there as she dried.
The fire was so warm, but her knees were trembling.
Her back had healed enough, she supposed, and it looked like her week off was over.
He would beat her tonight.
She knew it without him having to say it.
She was afraid.
Her father had not been kind or careful with her punishment.
There was nothing sexual about the violence she’d received at his hand.
It had been hard for her; sex, arousal and the state of consciousness that came with it were how she’d learned to embrace pain.
That was what Cassius had taught her after her first beating at the hands of some cruel client she’d never seen again.
She had a secret suspicion that no one had ever seen that client again.
Her brother didn’t speak.
He just crooked his finger at her and glanced at the floor beside his bed.
She bowed her head, and stared at the stones on the floor as she approached.
She held her body like she’d been trained: back straight, tits up, ass out to make sure she was perfectly pleasing to the eye.
She knelt on her shins on the ground by his bed, just far enough away that when he looked down at her, he could see that every inch of her was displayed.
Her shoulders were high, tits up in the air, legs spread open so that her cunt was offered to him.
She wanted him to take what was his.
Her.
She was his.
She didn’t look up as he slid off the bed and walked a slow circle around her.
His knuckles stroked her jaw, and when her eyes closed, he slapped her cheek.
It wasn’t a very hard slap; it startled her more than it hurt but she couldn’t stop the sharp breath she inhaled.
“Keep your eyes on the ground like a good whore.
” His hand wrapped around her throat, and he squeezed it.
His fingertips dug into her flesh.
“Don’t speak unless given permission.
Nod if you understand me.
”
She nodded.
“If I tell you to speak, you will address me as Dominus.
” His hand closed tighter.
“Do you understand? Speak.
”
“Yes, Dominus.
” She could feel her legs shaking underneath her.
Her stomach tightened as he released her throat and allowed her to breath.
She nodded as she gasped in a breath.
She struggled just to put one foot in front of the other as he led her to the apparatus he used to restrain her.
She couldn’t look at it.
He’d kept it covered with a bed sheet for the last week because of what she’d gone through.
He restrained her hands and belted her waist to the board, and she tried to pull inside herself for the strength she’d gained over her short life.
She tried to remember the things he’d taught her, the ways to get herself in the right frame of mind but she was drawing up a blank.
He stroked the curve of her waist, and a small part of her tension eased.
Not enough.
Her chest heaved as he adjusted a blindfold over her eyes.
She could see nothing but blackness, and she started to shake.
The belt chafed against her trembling body.
She relaxed when he touched her again, but just barely.
The handle of his whip traced her slit, prodded at her.
He squeezed her ass in one hand.
His fingernails dug in as he pinched and pulled at her skin.
She was barely wet when he slid the first finger inside her cunt.
She could hear him breathing, could feel him inside her, and she finally relaxed into it.
This was Cassius, and relief was apparent in her moans as she pushed back against his hand as much as she could.
She wasn’t allowed words, but she could still let him know it felt good.
He heard his growl behind her as he worked a second finger in with the first.
His fingers fucked her little cunt in short, rough strokes.
He pounded them inside her until she could hear the strokes and his shallow breathing.
His thumb pressed against her ass hole and she smiled to herself as she remembered just how fucking big he’d felt, how hard he was inside there.
Her nipples were hard against the rough wood, and her pussy was soaking wet around his fingers.
She whined softly as he pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty.
Her body sagged unhappily; she’d live with him inside her if she could.
But then he wrapped his hands around the outsides of her thighs and he dropped to his knees behind her.
She bit her lip to keep from whispering his name as his lips pressed softly against the back of her thigh.
She cried out when his tongue danced across her slit before sliding inside her.
He prodded his tongue inside her wet little hole, and her entire body shook when she heard him moan.
She couldn’t see him as he pulled, or maybe pushed, her lower body away from the board.
He’d turned around between her legs so that his lips could wrap around her little clit.
Every muscle, every inch of her body screamed as he sucked her clit, soft then rough, soft then rough.
He pinched her clit between his teeth at the exact same moment as his thumb slid inside her cunt.
She screamed, some incoherent language that didn’t exist – one that could only be understood by the two of them.
She felt/heard him laugh with his mouth still pressed against her slit.
He moved out from between her legs, and she whimpered.
She fought against begging him to come back, but then his body was pressed against hers and he was tilting her head.
.
To his mouth.
She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her.
He held her so close to his body as his tongue explored her mouth, and hers tasted his.
He pressed one last kiss against her neck.
“I’m going to whip you now.
” His hand cupped her wet little cunt as his tongue circled the rim of her ear.
She trembled just from feeling his breath on her neck.
“Speak.
”
This was it.
Her first beating since.
.
But it was Cassius.
She could do this.
She could.
“Y-yes, Dominus.
”
He stepped away, and left her there.
She braced herself hard for the first hit, held her breath.
Tightened her muscles.
Everything the rational side of her knew not to do.
But the hit didn’t come.
He was silent and she couldn’t see.