She had every reason to be frightened, and yet instead of dread, all she felt was exhilaration. She wanted the delicious sensation of numbness he’d given her when he fucked her, putting her in a space where she could forgeteverything.
“I knew you’d comply. You belong to us now, and you’re going to give me what I need. I’m ravenous for you, for your lust, your pleasure.”
Isabelle’s heart was racing as he walked her over to the bench, setting her carefully next to it. He cupped both cheeks with his hands, swallowing her face and leaning down for another kiss. When he pulled away, his smile was gentler than what she’d come to expect, his eyes soft.
“Say, ‘I’m a good girl for my owners’.”
His voice was serious, a deep vibration that echoed into her sinews, and she swallowed hard, trying to clear her dry throat.
“I’m a good girl for my owners.”
Something in her brain ignited, the words soothing her as they passed her lips.
“Yes, you are,” he said. “And a good owner gives his plaything what she needs.”
She nodded, blushing fiercely as he turned her around, slowly unlacing the strings that held her petal pink dress up. He kissed her shoulders as he slid the fabric down, letting it fall into a pool at her feet. The room was slightly cold, goosebumps prickling on her skin as he turned her back around.
“I didn’t get a chance to explore you properly last time,” he purred, stroking his fingers along the curve of a breast and sending a shudder down her spine.
She closed her eyes, relishing the soft touch, though a moment later there was a jolt of pain as he squeezed her nipple hard.
“Keep your eyes on me. I want you to see everything I’m doing to you. Do you understand?”
Isabelle nodded, but he shook his head, sliding his hand down her belly and grazing his fingers over her clit.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl,” he cooed, circling her sensitive bud in a way that made her want to shut her eyes in ecstasy, though she dutifully kept them open.
One finger traced her slit, wetness already forming as she yielded to his touch.
“On the saddle,” he instructed, taking her arm and helping her lift her leg over the bench so that she straddled it.
There was an elevated ridge down the center, and a hole in the very middle that she hadn’t noticed from afar. The seat was a soft, rubbery material that felt exquisite against her bare body, understanding dawning on her as he positioned her entrance over the hole.
“Lean forward. Palms on the bench.”
Another instruction she heeded in an instant, the ridge pressing delightfully against her clit from this new angle. She watched as Rul made his way around the bench, unbuttoning his shirt and removing it to reveal his lithe chest, blue skin appearing purple in the red light. His pants were next, hitting the stone floor in a pile as his cock sprung free, perfectly aligned with her face.
“Did you dream about this, little one?”
She nodded, then cleared her throat, knowing he wanted to hear her answer.
“Yes, I did.”
“That was my doing,” he said, petting her cheek delicately, letting his fingers tangle in her hair. “Bellinor told me all about you after the first night. I wanted to say hello. Did you enjoy what we did to you in your dreams?”
“I did,” she answered, telling the truth.
The dreams were fuzzy, and had shamed her each morning when she woke, but she’d enjoyed every bit of pleasure and pain they’d given her.
“Good girl,” he said, bringing his other hand to her cheek and giving her a playful slap. “I’m going to be easy on you today, but you will learn to take all of me and Bellinor. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
It felt natural to submit, like she had done to the Goddess for so long.
