Daniella knelt on hands and knees on the bed with her eyes squeezed shut, attempting to patiently follow her Lord's orders. When she had first heard that dark, commanding tone in his voice, her mind had run wild and her body had broken out in anticipatory goosebumps.
She wasn't sure how long he'd been gone from the room. The longer she waited, the more her mind wandered away from what his plans for her were. Since Hemlock and Oleander had left, things between them had been different.
She wasn't sure the right word for it. She settled on "nice." Her Lord had been sweet and loving, especially when it came to sex. Nice was nice. Nice was fine. Nice was also boring and predictable and nothing like her Lord.
She was starting to feel like something between them was broken. Her Lord had been treating her like she was fragile and one clumsy touch would shatter her forever. She wondered if he had forgotten how much she loved a bit of danger, how much she loved to be commanded and denied. Every time he got within one hundred feet of a boundary he would pull back and sink into cozy niceness.
She was beyond frustrated. She had tried to reassure him that she was fine. She had told him that she trusted him and that she liked the games they played. Nothing seemed to get through. She sighed. Maybe it was time for more drastic measures.
"Good girl," he whispered next to her ear, making her jump. She hadn't heard him coming. The breath against her cheek sent little electric shocks down her neck.
Keeping her eyes closed, Daniella lifted her face to nuzzle her Lord's cock. She knew she was technically violating his "stay still" order, but at least she was still keeping her eyes closed. His hard cock pulsed against her and she brushed it with her lips, silently asking for more.
"Open," he said.
She leaned forward and swallowed him in one stroke. Her Lord groaned and ran a soft hand through her hair. He pulled out and stroked back in gently, stopping well short of her throat. Daniella wanted to scream. He was holding back again.
She let him slide in and out of her mouth, flicking the head of his cock with her tongue. Deliberately, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. She trailed a hand up his inner thigh and gripped his balls. Holding his gaze, she began tugging his balls as he thrust into her, trying to force him deeper into her throat. He hissed and his eyes darkened.
The Lord managed to hold back for a few strokes, fully aware of what she was doing. His first instinct was to wipe the smug smirk off Daniella's face, to punish her and tease her and reduce her to nothing. Quick on its heels was the guilty reminder that he needed to treat her right, to treat her like she was precious and worthy.
He almost cringed with shame as he remembered some of the things he done — and things he'd been tempted to do — while Hemlock and Oleander had been visiting. Their visit had brought memories to the surface that he had suppressed nearly to the point of forgetting. Forgetfulness was nowhere near forgiveness, not for the things he had done with Hemlock and Oleander.
She arched an eyebrow at him as she pulled on his balls, squeezing him tight enough to be uncomfortable. He gasped again and winced with discomfort. She was daring him to punish her. His cock twitched. For a moment he was torn. He had been so careful for weeks. He had shoved down the urge to dominate and control. He had held his hands back from spanking and teasing, had put their toys in a box far out of sight. He had told himself that his dark urges had no place in a relationship with Daniella. He had told himself to just be normal, full of joy and light and gentleness.
She gave him a hard glare as she squeezed his balls, and a dam broke within him. He snatched her hand away from his balls, placing it back on the bed with a command to stay. The Lord pulled his cock from her mouth and yanked her back by her hair. She squeaked in surprise and pain, but her eyes blazed with excitement. He smiled wickedly at her.
He considered what he wanted to do with her. Her behavior couldn't go unchecked, but he needed to be careful. He spun her around and pushed her face down onto the bed. He loved this view of her perfect, round ass and narrow waist, loved seeing her bent over in submission to him.
"Count," he said curtly. He spanked her right cheek, holding his strength in check.
"One," she sang out in a carefree, lilting voice. His nostrils flared at her taunting tone. He hit her again, this time a bit harder. She huffed out a small gasp but her voice was still saucy when she counted out two. He narrowed his eyes at her. She was really asking for it.
He rained blow after blow down on her, alternating between each cheek and the backs of her thighs. By the time he'd reached fifteen her counting slurred together with her moans. He kept going until she was nothing but moans and shudders. He paused to admire his handiwork. Her ass was a bright shade of pink. She was a mess, barely able to stay upright in her kneeling position.
The Lord reached down and stroked his aching cock. Daniella's pussy was sopping wet. He could see the sheen of her juices coating her inner thighs. Part of him wanted desperately to bury himself in her. He allowed himself a few more strokes and then forced himself to stop. All the devious daydreams he had been ignoring and putting off for weeks demanded to be let loose. Oh yes, he had a few things he wanted to do with her tonight.
He knelt on the floor, bringing his face level with her backside. He licked up the inside of her thigh. Her natural scent was intoxicating and her moans were music. He ran his tongue over her opening and delved in, devouring her in a sloppy kiss. She moaned and thrust backward into him and he smacked her hip in reprimand.
He kept licking her, working his way upward toward his destination. Daniella sucked in a nervous breath as she realized where he was going.
"Lord?" she whispered, her voice a bit shaky. "I've never — I don't —"
He smiled in between licks at her panic. "Quiet. Stay still," he ordered. She stilled as best she could, but her body was still trembling. He licked up her crack, savoring the long moan it drew from her as he rasped across her rosebud.
He licked her again and she cried out brokenly. He laved her, running his tongue over every inch of her until she sounded completely wrecked. She was trembling and moaning, so close to the edge he was fairly certain she'd come with the barest touch to her clit. He pulled back, enjoying the view.
"Do you want more, Dani?" he crooned.
Daniella's closed eyes fluttered when he spoke to her. Her internal struggle was plain to see on her expressive face. He ran a finger down her ass, watching as she warred with herself over whether the pleasure was worth the shame of her Lord touching her so intimately. He repeated the motion, drawing a gasp and a whispered "yes" from her.
"Hold yourself open, Little One," he commanded. She reached back with shaky hands and placed them on her cheeks, barely spreading them.
"Wider."
She shuddered and buried her face in the bedsheets. He smiled as she opened herself for him, her face and neck blushing bright red. He buried his face in her, alternating between licking her dripping pussy and delving his tongue into her sensitive ass. He felt her tense as her orgasm approached and pulled away abruptly, denying her again.
She groaned but stayed still and held herself open obediently. The Lord produced a plug from thin air and oiled it up. He slid one hand over her clit and held it there. She tensed again, now holding her breath with the effort of not moving against his hand. He smiled and slid his tongue back into her welcoming ass. She was opening up perfectly. He drew back and began rubbing her clit in lazy circles. Her body shook.
"You may come when the plug is all the way in," he said. She nodded against the bed. He thought about making her respond verbally, but decided to go easy on her. It had been a long time since they'd really played, after all. He began working the plug in time to the slow rhythm he was working her clit. He marveled at how pliant she was in his hands. He felt the first ring of resistance give way almost immediately, and watched wide-eyed as the plug sank into her. She shuddered, teetering on the edge of her orgasm. His slow pace on her clit was holding her back.
He frowned a bit at how easily she had taken the plug. He tapped it gently, willing it to expand inside her. He rubbed her clit as the plug grew inside her sensitive ass. She screamed out her orgasm, suspended between the incredible fullness in her ass and the sudden attack on her clit.
The Lord pumped the toy into her ass as she rode out her orgasm. When her shudders had finally subsided he pushed the plug all the way in again and rolled her onto her back.
Her flushed face was beautiful. The Lord was overcome with pure joy. He felt complete for the first time in weeks. He crawled over her body and knelt over her, pinning her arms to her sides. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed but willing. He stroked himself and she opened her mouth, offering more to him. He stroked once, twice. He had been on the edge of shattering for so long. The sight of her mouth hanging open for him sent him right over the edge on the third stroke. He shot with a shout, painting her face and mouth with pearly cum.
Daniella licked her lips, taking his essence in. Her Lord leaned down and kissed her long and hard, tasting himself on her. Daniella ran her hands through his hair and caressed his pointed ears, drawing a growl from him. Eventually they drew apart, panting.
