Drostan continued to stare at me as he pushed off from the wall and stalked over. As my upper body writhed and my lower tried to melt away, he took my left breast in hand and pinched my nipple. I cried out, and he immediately covered my nipple with his mouth. The sucking sensation—hot and wet—right after the pinch, was incredible, but combined with the massaging below and the tickling above, it was nearly unbearable. I shivered and started to reach my release.
Drostan drew away as soon as I began that upward climb of pleasure and all sensation stopped. I jerked in the shock of sudden abandonment; my body clenching with need. But my thighs were too far apart—I couldn't even tighten them and find some relief on my own. And my arms were high overhead; beginning to make my shoulders ache.
“Do you want me to touch you?” Drostan asked casually.
“Fuck you, fairy,” I whispered.
Drostan nodded and looked me over; as if trying to figure out the problem I was posing. With a wave of his fingers, the rope came undone, and I fell forward into his arms. He laid me down on the fur rug; leaving my ankles in the manacles but releasing my wrists from the ribbon. An invisible weight settled over my stomach, holding me down as he placed my arms at my sides. The pressure between my legs was still there; holding me open. Drostan leaned on an elbow—lying on his side beside me with his head near my knees—and stared at my exposed flesh.
“I think I'll remove your hair from your pussy,” he said conversationally.
“What?” I tried to sit up, but couldn't.
“Don't worry, it will be painless,” he promised a second before he waved his hand at my lady bits.
A warmth was all I felt as I watched the hair disappear from my pussy. Only a tiny thatch of red hair remained; in the shape of a triangle, pointing down. Drostan smiled.
“There; that's lovely.” He sat up and surveyed me. “Now for some jewelry.”
Drostan got up and went to the table again; returning with a wooden box in his hands. He sat beside me and opened the box. Out came a pair of gold hoops. There was a tiny loop at the base of each hoop. Drostan bent over me—holding my arm down with his belly—and covered my breast with his mouth again. The feeling of him sucking on me and the pressure of his hard stomach against my arm was exquisite. But Drostan pulled his mouth away too soon—drawing my nipple with him—and used the lubrication to slip one of the hoops over my pert nipple. He blew over it, and the metal tightened just enough to stay put. Then he did the same procedure to my other breast.
“That will keep your nipples erect,” he said, “as I prefer them to be. But the hoops also come in handy for attaching things like this.”
Drostan held up a thin gold chain before attaching one end to the little loop at the base of a golden hoop, then the opposite end to the other hoop. He dropped the chain to dangle between my breasts. Drostan gave it an experimental tug, and pleasure zipped out across my chest. I couldn't stop my moan from escaping.
But he wasn't finished. Drostan buckled a leather collar around my neck. It had more loops; one at the front and one at the back. He pulled a length of translucent chain from the box and showed it to me.
“This is shiver chain,” he said.
“Did you say silver?” I asked. “It doesn't look like silver.”
“No;shiver,” he affirmed as he attached one end of the chain to the collar.
As soon as the chain touched my skin, I knew why it was named such. It was soft as silk and thrummed with energy. I sucked in a breath as Drostan laid it between my breasts; beneath the gold chain and over my belly. Then he drew it between my legs and began to slide it beneath me. I tried to push him away, but Drostan only flicked a finger at me, and my hands flew back to the floor, above my head.
“You need to learn—immediately—that every freedom you have will be one that I allow you,” Drostan growled. “And if you abuse your freedoms, I will take them from you.”
Another flick of his hand, and I was rolled to the side. Drostan drew the chain up to the back of the collar and fastened it. I could feel it holding my womanhood open below; half of it, anyway. Drostan rolled me onto my back and removed another length of shimmering chain from the box. He attached the new chain to the collar like he did the last, and drew it around me; except this time, he angled it to the left instead of the right. When Drostan fastened the chain to the loop at the back of the collar, the invisible pressure holding me open disappeared, replaced with the new pressure of the chains.
I struggled, trying to ease away from the lightly thrumming chain, but all that did was make it rub me harder. The way Drostan had placed them had angled the chains along the sides of my clit, and each movement sent a surge of pleasure through me.
“Perfect,” Drostan said as he removed the bar from between my legs.
Drostan helped me up and led me back into the other room.
“Stay here,” he commanded and left me standing in the center of the room.
Drostan went to a wooden chest set against one wall and took out some scraps of silk. He returned to me and started tying the pieces of silk on me they were underwear. The panties had ribbons on each side and felt like heaven on my overheated flesh. The bra was a joke; triangles of fabric that barely covered me. Drostan waved his hand, and the silk bra tightened; lifting my breasts while pushing my nipples against the silk; you could clearly see their outline as well as that of the gold hoops. He took a second to rub each nipple before he went back to the chest. Drostan withdrew a silk robe and helped me into it. After tying the robe loosely around my waist, he pulled the gold chain out so that it hung over the white silk.
“Lovely.” He sighed. “All right, Riley, I think you're ready.”
“For what?” I asked suspiciously.
“For dinner, of course.” Drostan smiled and led me out of the room.
Chapter Four
On the way to dinner, we passed through winding corridors of dark stone lit sporadically with little lanterns hanging from the ceiling. This created pools of shadows; some of which concealed writhing bodies, and moans drifted out from them as we passed by. Drostan ignored the sounds; as he did the startling sights. Such as naked people—definitely human—chained to the walls and tormented by laughing fairies. A woman cried out as a pair of fairy men worked her over. One of the fairies violently shoved a steel dildo in the woman's pussy while the other tied her tits together with silk cord until her nipples were bound so closely that they appeared to be one. The breast-binder smiled in satisfaction before he sucked the unified nipples into his mouth.
