Sensations were being applied, but it became impossible to tell whether it was pain or pleasure. All she knew was that she enjoyed being at their mercy,being able to trust someone so wholeheartedly that she could give in completely.
There was a short reprieve, her chest heaving with exertion as she awaited another rush, her anxiety ramping up as the seconds ticked by. But instead of a touch, there was a whisper in her ear, Rul reminding her of her place.
“What are you?” he asked.
“I’m a good girl for my owners,” she murmured, unable to hold herself upright any longer.
“That’s right,” Bellinor said, supporting her with his hands around her waist. “You love being used by us, taking every last bit of what we give to you. Such a sweet and generous little thing. So deserving of acceptance.”
Isabelle beamed as her cuffs were removed one by one, slumping into Bellinor’s arms when her legs gave out. All she wanted to do was to serve. And being praised for her service? It filled her with warmth, as if she’d done something right for once.
“I love it. I love you.”
The words left her mouth before she could stop them, a soft murmur that she wondered if anyone had even heard. Words she had never said aloud. Words that had never been said to her. Words that were true and untrue and nothing and everything.
He was Celeste and Celeste was him.
He lifted her into his arms, her back and ass inflamed with gentle heat, and she relished the sensation. Then she was weightless as she was tossed into the air, landing on something soft. The bed?
Someone flipped her onto her stomach, jerking her arms behind her back and folding them into a reverse prayer pose, which hurt her shoulders. Sharp thorns twisted around her forearms, making her jerk as they were tied together, the delicious pinpricks of pain igniting the arousal simmering within her.
“Be careful with her,” Rul warned, his voice wavering, but a vicious snarl cut through the air.
“Don’t tell me what to do. She’s mine to do with as I please.”
There was no more conversation after that, rough hands hiking her ass into the air and spreading her bent legs wide.
“You crave being controlled, claimed. Well, I’m going to do just that,” Bellinor hissed in her ear, her body tingling with erotic expectation as she felt something slide through her slick center.
Oh, Goddess, how badly she wanted to please him, but it never seemed to be enough. Was he any different from Celeste? Or just another cruel divinity who never returned the love of their devotees?
She said nothing as Bellinor gripped her shoulders, heaving her into the air so he could slink more vines under her, encircling her breasts and waist with thorns, the physical pain masking the inner turmoil racing through her.
“Don’t you think she’s had enough?” Rul asked once again as Bellinor dropped her back onto the bed, pressing her face into the mattress.
“If you say one more word, I will cast her into le Voile and you will never see her again.”
The silence after Bellinor’s cruel hiss was deafening.
A rough hand gripped her waist, and then he was inside her in one forceful plunge, a strangled moan erupting from her mouth. It was ecstasy and it was agony, fire searing up her spine in a swift lightning strike. He didn’t waste any time, thrusting hard and fast until she was seeing stars behind her blindfold, her heartbeat thumping like a drum in her chest.
“Pray to your goddess, my dear. Pray that you can release whatever pathetic feelings you have for me and remember your place.”
His fingers were between her legs, circling her clit hard and intensifying her need for release. With a few more strokes, she was clenching against him, letting out a mewling whimper as her body reveled in pleasure, even as her mind was spinning.
Bellinor slammed into her to the hilt, pumping her full of his hot seed, his cock throbbing inside her. He pulled out with a groan, leaking cum onto the bed as his vines retracted into him, leaving stinging pinpricks of blood in their wake. She heard the creak of the mattress, then Rul’s voice.
“Bell–”
“I’m not here to coddle her,” Bellinor snarled, interrupting Rul’s plea. “Youcan do whatever you want with the little whore.”
There were a few tense moments of silence before the slamming of a door, her tears breaking free of the dam that had tried to contain them. Rul got onto the bed and pulled her into his arms, removing the blindfold and hugging her to his chest as shesobbed, the complete release of emotions overwhelming her. She was freezing, clinging to him for warmth while his tail circled her waist. After the darkness, the eerie light of the red room was blinding.
He had a horrified look on his face, despite the fact that he was as complicit in all of this as Bellinor. Like he hadn’t wanted to ruin her as well. She squirmed in his grasp, trying to escape, but he held her tight.
“It’s alright, baby. I’m here. Let me take care of you.”
Every muscle was weak, her body aching and stinging and throbbing, and she stopped her struggle, once again knowing it was fruitless.
