Page 30 of A Touch of Savagery

“Keep your feet flat,” snapped Roth.

The cane hit him again, and Oriel pulled at the cuffs. “I didn’t do anything…”

“You don't have to do anything," said Roth. "I can do whatever to you, but you did speak out of turn earlier, and you just spoke out of turn now. Also, you forgot to use Master again, so there'll be extra strikes."

Oriel gritted his teeth as the cane struck. He shouted by the eighth stroke, unable to hold it back anymore as Roth kept crossing the lines on his ass. He was going to feel this for days. After the fifteenth, he heard Roth's belt clinking and a cork popped. Oriel panicked and yanked on the cuffs, but they held.

“Legs together. Marking you is nothing.” Roth was on his back in an instant, and he bit the back of Oriel’s neck. His sharp little fangs dug in as he tucked his slick cock between Oriel’s thighs and started to fuck him.

Oriel managed to choke back a noise. He’d expected Roth to shove it in his ass, but maybe he wanted to draw things out and save it for later. He probably enjoyed his slave’s terror more than the actual sex so intercrural would do for now.

The teeth in his scruff hurt, and he knew he should have expected this. Male cat fairies often enjoyed biting the other’s neck to hold them in place unless the other said no. It was a way of marking them.

Oriel’s no wouldn’t mean shit even if he dared to utter that word. He remained rigid as Roth pumped his cock between his legs. After a couple of minutes, he tensed, dug his fangs in further, and muttered something as he came. Oriel clenched his jaw as he squeezed his eyes shut. It was almost over.

Roth withdrew his fangs as he gasped. “Legs apart.”

Oriel remained tense against the bars as Roth’s weight vanished. It was done. Maybe he’d be left alone now. He cringed at the wetness on his legs.

He forgot about that and screamed as something struck his balls. The cane. Everything else vanished as he jerked his whole body so hard, the cage rattled. Every bit of his being focused on that spot like he had with the burn even though the two pains were so different. He sucked in a gasp as he went limp and finally started crying.

“Please…please…please…” he babbled as he shook. “No more.”

“You take what I give, and you don’t ask me to stop,” Roth hissed. “Do you understand?”

The next strike on his balls ripped another scream from Oriel.

"Also, what did I say about calling me, Master?" demanded Roth

"I-I'm sorry, Master," Oriel managed to get out.

"If I command you to do something, I better not hear a single complaint. There better not be any snide looks, backtalk, or refusal. You are not to ask for mercy in any way, shape, or form. You will accept whatever is done to you. If you think this hurts, I can do far worse."

The pain hadn’t even passed before Roth undid the cuffs and let Oriel collapse to his knees by the side of the cage.

“Are you going to behave?”

“Y-yes, Master,” sobbed Oriel.

“Or should I have Father brand the words traitor’s son on you? Maybe he should brand your balls. I know he’d enjoy it.” Oriel clutched at the bars as Roth knelt by him. “I’m not going to get rid of you, but you better watch how you act. I know what he did to you in that room. Do you want to go back and know what it's like to have a hot poker applied to your body over and over again?"

Oriel shuddered as he thought of Aspen. "No, Master."

“You better be grateful for the pain that I give you because at least I’ll never brand you,” whispered Roth. “That means you stay still and take whatever I dole out to you. If you’ve been an angel, and I decide to hurt you, you’ll take it. Now get back up, and bend over the cage. You can cry all you want, but hold yourself still.”

He stood and tapped the cane on the bars as Oriel’s mind reeled.

“That’ll be an extra two. When I command, you obey instantly. You’re not a Crown Prince or anyone of importance. You're a slave. I don’t care what you’ve been through lately. You have to obey now.”

Oriel had to use the bars for support as he pulled himself up. His legs shook as he bent back over the cage, and his breath came in ragged gasps. The bite on his neck stung.

The bastard probably loved this. Oriel bit his tongue hard enough to taste blood as he struggled to keep quiet for the first ten strikes. He couldn’t help but yell on the eleventh. This was too much. He wanted to wake up in his old bed and find it had all been a bad dream. This couldn’t be his life anymore.

His knuckles were white from holding onto the bars by the time Roth was done after another ten strikes. His whole ass throbbed and burned, and his balls still ached from earlier.

“Crawl into your cage,” Roth snapped before whacking the back of Oriel’s calf with the cane. He walked around to open the door.

Oriel practically fell to the floor as he hastened to obey. Roth closed the door and locked it. Oriel only felt a little safer with the bars between them.

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