I gaped at him. Drostan was right; as far as he was concerned, I had betrayed him and broken our agreement. He would have been within his rights to kill Helen. And yet he hadn't. But he had seemed so callous about it before. It was almost as if he were two different people.
“Riley, I don't want you scared for your sister,” he said softly. “Do not worry about her. You have suffered enough at my hands; I would not inflict that upon you as well.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“You're welcome.” He sighed.
“So, I could just walk out of here?” I pushed it a little further.
“I didn't say that.” Drostan smirked. “I said that I wouldn't kill your sister, but I'll still hold you to our Understanding. If you try to leave, I will stop you, and I will punish you for being dishonorable.”
A shiver ran down my spine; I didn't want to experience Drostan's punishment again.
“But we don't have to talk about—” Drostan groaned and dropped to the ground.
“Drostan?” I rushed over to him. “Drostan!”
I pulled him into my lap as he convulsed. I was about to run for help when the shaking suddenly stopped. Drostan opened his eyes and looked up at me with a wide, greedy grin.
“Are you all right?” I whispered as I stroked the hair back from his face.
Drostan sighed deeply; closing his eyes to enjoy my touch, before he answered, “Yes; I'm fine. It was just a muscle cramp.”
“A muscle cramp?” I scowled at him in disbelief.
Drostan rolled and pushed me back so that I wound up beneath him on the carpet.
“Drostan, are you sure you're okay?”
“I've missed you terribly, Riley,” Drostan growled. “I need you right now.”
Drostan waved his fingers indolently, and my arms were pulled up and out from my body. Another wave and my legs were pulled down and to the sides. My eyes widened as Drostan tore my dress open down the front. The crimson velvet shredded and clung to me; making it seem as if I were lying in a pool of blood. Drostan stared at my nudity in satisfaction before lunging toward my breasts. Drostan's cock was hard and pushing at me through his pants; he ground it against my pussy as he sucked on my nipples roughly and moaned in delight.
“Such lovely tits,” he murmured with his mouth full.
“You don't have to restrain me,” I said in confusion. What the fuck was going on with you?
“I know.” He smirked. “But it pleases me to see you this way.”
Drostan sat up and slapped my breasts casually. I jerked in shock. He smiled at the red marks when they appeared on my pale flesh. Then he waved his hands, and my legs jerked straight up so that they dangled in midair. Drostan began to slap my ass; seeming to enjoy the sounds it made. He lowered his face to my pussy and rubbed himself against me as he growled. The delicious vibration rolled over me, and I moaned despite my unease.
Then Drostan stood and grabbed my foot. My whole body levitated, and he pulled my floating form out of the bedroom, through the antechamber, and into the room with all the strange equipment in it; the one he'd brought me to my first night in Tirne. I hadn't been inside that room since then, but I recalled it vividly; the marble floor covered in fur rugs, the rope hanging from the ceiling, the strange tools, and that metal bar he had used to keep my legs spread apart.
There was something that looked like gymnastic equipment set against one wall. It had two padded poles set horizontally across posts; the back one slightly higher than the front. Drostan took me to it and rolled me over the top of it. The lower bar hit me at hip-level, and when Drostan pushed me down, I was draped over the upper bar—which supported me just above my breasts. He stretched my arms along the padded top and restrained them with straps that were attached to the ends of the bar. My ankles were tied to the bottom of the supports for the lower bar. It left me bent over and fully exposed, with my breasts hanging between the padded poles.
Drostan wandered over to a table and selected a small leather whip from the collection of items there. Technically, I think it had another name, but I had no idea what it was; it was a leather handle with a bunch of strips attached to it. A flail, maybe?
Whatever it was, Drostan began smacking the strips against my pussy; softly at first, and then harder. He increased the pressure until I was crying out; begging him to stop.
“You need a little pain to remind you of who your master is,” he growled as he crawled beneath me and covered my pussy with his mouth.
Drostan laved me with long licks and then sucked greedily on my clit. He shoved his tongue deep inside me and began to finger my asshole. I groaned as pleasure zinged through my legs. But then he was gone. Drostan returned in a few moments with a pair of black clamps that he attached to my nipples. He tightened them until I cried out, and then he slapped my breasts and squeezed them roughly.
After my breasts were abused to his liking, he brought forth the gemstone phallus he'd put in me the night before and slipped it into my ass while he resumed licking my pussy. Drostan began to work the dildo in and out of me slowly; all while he brought me closer and closer to ecstasy. My legs tensed, and I began to shake through my orgasm. Drostan sucked harder and shoved the stone all the way in with a vicious slam. I screamed out my pleasure.
“How does it feel to come while I sodomize you?” He purred into my ear. “Does your ass burn while your pussy throbs? Is it humiliating to know that I can make you orgasm while I hurt you?”
I choked on my shock; what the hell was going on? I assumed that Drostan knew about the properties of Sylph cum, but maybe he hadn't put two and two together to come up with: an ass awakening. I wasn't about to enlighten him, and Drostan didn't bother to wait for my answer anyway; he went back to the table and picked up a narrow, leather paddle. My eyes widened as he brought it over to me, and with a wave of his hand, my ass cheeks were pulled apart. Drostan struck the end of the dildo with the paddle; shoving the stone further inside me.
