“Please, Drostan; stop!” I cried.
“Who is your master?”
“You are,” I whispered.
“Say it louder!” He slapped the paddle on my ass cheeks and then used his finger to shove the dildo in and out of me.
“You are!”
“Say my name!” He snarled and spanked me again.
“You are my master, Drostan!”
“That's right,” he purred and pulled the whole contraption around so that I was facing him. “I own you; no one else.”
There was a bar holding the upper posts of the equipment together, and Drostan stepped up on it; bringing his crotch to the level of my face. He pulled out his cock and shoved it at my mouth.
“Suck your master's cock,” he growled.
“Drostan, I don't know why you're—”
“Suck my cock!” He slapped my ass with the paddle, and the crack of it rang out.
I screamed, and he shoved his cock into my mouth. I barely had time to close my lips around him before he was thrusting into me; fisting his hands in my hair roughly and using those fistfuls to pull me down on him. I choked on his dick and gagged, but he kept fucking my mouth.
“Is this how you sucked Prince Trenton's cock?” He asked furiously. “I don't think so. Show me how you made him want you so badly that he would fight his own court for you.”
I couldn't speak, only mumble around his flesh. So, I gave up and started to lick at him and let him slide down my throat; holding him tightly with my lips. Drostan groaned and pumped his cock further in. His hands went to my nipples, and he started pulling cruelly at the clamps and digging his fingers into my breasts. I whimpered as he continued to choke me with his flesh.
Drostan finally had enough of that position and jumped down to remove his clothing. His cock was rigid and wet from my mouth, and his body shivered in anticipation. He strode around to my ass and slapped it with his bare hand before rubbing it gently. He drug the head of his cock through my wet pussy and then inched it inside. I moaned as he stopped with just the head in.
“No; this is no good. I want to see your tits bouncing when I fuck you.”
Drostan pulled out and untied me. He helped me down and then led me over to a large barrel. With rough movements, he draped me across the barrel; bending me backward. My head nearly hit the floor and my hair pooled beneath me, but there were metal handles set along the rims, and I was able to grab them and steady myself. I looked up to see Drostan standing over me, staring down at me as if he'd thought never to see me again. It was the oddest look, and it confused me even further. But then it was gone, and he was pushing my thighs apart casually so he could get at my pussy and rub my clit experimentally with his thumb. Drostan parted my pussy and began to ease his cock in. He slid in little by little—rubbing my clit the whole way—and by the time he was fully sheathed, I was coming again.
I rolled and writhed across the curved wood while Drostan chuckled wickedly. He ground his hips into mine and plunged into my pussy as he laughed harder. The barrel rocked with his motions, and he gripped my breasts to use them as handholds; pulling me back after every thrust. Then he drew out of me and rolled the barrel toward him until my ass was on the floor and my knees bent up around me. It brought my breasts to crotch-level on him. Drostan pushed my tits together over his cock and started fucking them.
“Lick the head of my cock like a good little concubine,” he commanded.
I bent my head and licked the glistening tip of his dick every time it emerged from my cleavage. Drostan had the nipple clamps between his fingers and pulled them as he pushed my tits together. I was wet with wanting, and I couldn't understand why; the whole experience was fucking with my mind and body.
Then Drostan pulled away and motioned to me with his magical hands. I came off the barrel and spun; landing back on the barrel with my ass in the air, and my face down. I felt Drostan pull the dildo out and then start licking my ass. His tongue slipped into me, and I squirmed back on that delicious wetness; trying to get more of him inside me. I was clenching with need and aching for completion, but Drostan pulled away and started fucking my pussy again.
“Did your prince fuck you like this?” Drostan snarled. “Did he take your ass and pussy at the same time?”
As Drostan fucked me, he fingered my ass; sliding a finger deep into that wet hole. He fisted the rest of his hand and punched his middle finger into my ass as he drove his cock into my pussy. It sent sensations streaming through my body that made me tremble uncontrollably. Then Drostan gave up on fingering me in favor of grabbing my tits. He squeezed them fiercely as he started to pump faster into my pussy until, finally, he came in a hot, shouting rush.
Drostan pulled me to the floor with him and crumpled over me as his spent cock slipped free. He fell asleep on top of me, but when I tried to move away, his hand clenched around my waist and pulled me back. I gave up on trying to free myself and settled for removing the nipple clamps before nestling into his embrace. His hands wandered over me; one up to settle possessively over a breast, and one down between my legs to slip a finger into my pussy.
“Mine at last,” Drostan muttered in his sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Five
The next morning, I woke in bed. Drostan must have carried me to it while I slept. He was standing beside the bed; staring at me with a wicked smile. In his hands were the shiver chains.
“How did you get those?” I asked as I sat up.
“What do you mean?” He frowned. “I've always had them.”
