Notes: Noel and Seth are vampires, not shown. Their relationship to him is not really important to these stories. He trains with Seth and has sex with Noel.
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By the time Friday came around again, I had gone to a session with Noel and a night of training with Seth. Considering I had gone months without one of the two before, a week with both should leave me remarkably in control.
And I was, for the most part. The thing driving me now wasn't aggression, it was lust. I had released the reigns and until forced I saw no reason to bring it back under control.
So when I entered room number five and saw Madeline sitting there, I stirred. She was nude, as usual, with clamps on her nipples and arms behind her back. She didn't speak as I entered, or even when I walked to her.
I saw she had been crying. Not recently, but today, probably scared I would not return. She did managed to contain some of her relief in seeing me enter.
"Have you been a good girl?" I asked, running my hand across her shoulders as I passed. She trembled at my touch and gave a gasp.
"Yes Sir. I have been a good girl." she answered. I could smell her desire on her
"I considered not coming back." I told her and received a sob in return.
"I'm sorry, Sir. Thank you Sir." She prostrated herself on the floor, ass up in the air.
I moved to the chair and sat down. "Here." I commanded. She scampered to me hands coming up to unbuckle my jeans and search for my cock. "I expect you to take your time."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir for allowing me to do this."
She worked quietly and enthusiastically to please me. Due to my escapes this week she struggled to make me erect. My lust was there, but I was going to make her work for it.
Thirty minutes later I knew she was getting desperate, terrified she could not please me. Finally I decided to take control.
Instead of me thrusting, I grabbed hair on either side of her head and moved her up and down on my stiff cock. She felt like no weight as I held her roughly for nearly a minute before letting her catch her breath.
I slapped her across one cheek, then the other. "I did not tell you to stop." I growled as I pulled her further. I held her there for just as long, until I felt her tongue moving again. As I moved her back she gasped for air I saw tears at the corner of her eyes.
Ten minutes later, her knowing that stopping would result in holding her there, I moved her faster, my own hips coming up to thrust deeper. Finally I couldn't hold back any longer and I flooded her throat. Her tongue was working overtime to lap up and clean my cock. Once finished, I pushed her away.
"I don't know if I should give you a release tonight. What happened to the person who begged to be my slave? Who said they wanted to please me?"
"I'm sorry Sir. I am here, Sir." she babbled. "I will be better Sir, please give me the chance."
"Strap." I commanded and found it in my hand three breaths later. She stood as she normally did when I was to beat her, legs soaked already from her arousal.
SNAP
I had decided that there would be fewer strikes this time. She enjoyed them, the number, and I was only going to give her one chance tonight to climax. There would be fewer...but harder.
She gasped as the strap connected with her ass, keeping her position. "One, Sir. Thank you, may I have more."
SNAP
"Ooohh Sir. Two. May I have more." she moaned.
SNAP
"Ooooh God, Sir. Three. May I have more."
Her body was welting up more than usual since my strikes were harder. Her desire rose as the scent found my nose.
