Page 35 of The Sacrifice

Punishments like this are significant.

QUINTESSA

“At ease, Shadow. I swear to you, we will return her unharmed. Well, mostly. Nothing she will not ultimately desire, I assure you.” Drago’s lowered voice stirs me from my subconscious stupor.

My first instincts are to scramble my hand toward the other side of the bed, relieved when I find the little fox curled up next to my pillow. After I’d bathed him and wrapped a little bow around his neck, which he’d promptly scratched off, Drago had snatched me up by the waist and returned me to the bathhouse. No playing ensued. All business, he’d scrubbed all the mud and ash from my body and hair, washed me down with a generous amount of foamy soap as well as my hair, and then dried me off before massaging a bittersweet, perfumed oil onto my body. Even now, my skin still tingles from its effects, my insides heated and weeping with need.

Too exhausted from the day’s events, I can’t put up any battle when a hand bearing a damp cloth presses to my nose. In no time, blackness engulfs my vision, and my thoughts swirl like a children’s carousel until I collapse, passing out.

I wake to a wet, pleasurable, and tingly heat. And pressure in my buttocks. When I try to move, I discover restraints on my wrists, on my ankles—ankles that have been spread wide into a V-position with my knees bent. Utterly naked. My sensitive pussy is exposed and free to whatever ministrations they desire.

Something has been stuffed into my mouth to prevent me from screaming. I clench my teeth around it. Opening my eyes to nothing but darkness and understanding I’ve been gagged and blindfolded, I begin to panic. Especially with that pressure in my ass. Horror curdles my blood. Lungs heaving from frenzied breath and pulse tearing away like a wild herd, I struggle with whatever restrains me. My whole body swings. Oh, savage mercies, they’ve suspended me in some sort of sling! Panic contrasts with the extreme turn-on from my nudity, from that hot pressure in my ass. And the tightness around my breasts which feel higher and heavier from a sturdy but soft harness. It even binds to my pelvis and the V of my thighs to plump my pussy. Feet and ankles in stirrups, hands and wrists coupled above my head. All of me is on display.

Adrenaline lights up all my nerves. Are they watching me now? My cunt overheats at the thought, wetting itself more. I feel weightless as if I’m hovering in midair. It’s nothing like my father locking me in the root cellar or the storage closet. In extreme times, he would close me inside the hope chest, where I learned to loathe the scent of mothballs and tight spaces. This. Is. Not. That.

Warm breath curls across the nape of my neck. I sharpen my breath, gasp from the fingers removing my blindfold as the pressure behind me increases, softens, then deepens and increases again. That’s when I understand one of them is pushing something into my anal ring. Like Mayce did before. I wonder if it’s another butt plug. It stimulates the hypersensitive nerves until tiny pulses ripple through my bottom. My pussy automatically clasps. And makes a humiliating wet sound. Oh! I choke on a moan.

Once the blindfold slides off, I blink, meeting Drago’s glittering emerald jeweled orbs. I lower my head. Eyes widening. The position they’ve put me in gives me an uninhibited view of my body, of my tits plumped up from the harness and ropes upon my body. And Mayce simpers on my left while pushing a cone-shaped plug, larger than the last, in and out of my asshole. Slick from oil. I open my mouth in a silent sob from the pressure that is both painful and delirious. My nipples have already pebbled, and my pussy clenches, making a squelching noise that I’ve never heard before.

“Look at that pink, little pussy glistening and spread before us. Do you know how pretty you are when you’re helpless, hot, and needy, my sweet pet?” coos Drago, striding forward and sweeping his hand to cup my chin. I breathe a deep sigh of relief when he removes the ball gag. “I asked you a question,” he reiterates with a feral tone. I startle when he strikes me between my thighs, spanking my sensitive nether regions and pulling a groan from deep in my chest.

“I—I don’t know,” I rasp and swing my head around, trying to focus beyond that insane pressure building within me. My body trembles, and I lick my lips and rasp, “Where am I?” I look around, finding nothing but cold, stone walls and metal chains rocking against one another. Once I turn back to Drago, at the intensity of his menacing eyes and the eruption of scales riddled upon his skin, I bow my head and correct myself, “Please, Master Drago.’

Drago nods his approval, places his hands behind his back, and paces before me. “One could state it’s a torture chamber. But I prefer to call it punishment.”

I shiver down to my marrow. And yet, predatory heat nurses my insides, and I clench my cunt again. Punishments like this are significant. They dictate a level of ownership, of possession, of wanting. Oh, sweet, burning gods! Drago wants me. Perhaps, all of them want me. Mayce drags a finger down my cheek, spreading goosebumps across my skin and a chill up my spine. And Kyan stands behind me, caressing my aching bottom while the Fae fucks it with the plug, moving with such pornographic slowness, I may implode.

The only one not in the iron room is Merikh.

“You were a bad girl for running from us, Quintessa,” the Dragon King chastises me with my full name. He clicks his teeth, and I lower my head, my cheeks and breasts suffused with a fresh blush. “Are you going to be a good girl tonight and accept your punishment?”

“Please, Master Drago, you cannot blame me for—”

I don’t even have time to blink. The riding crop snaps against my pussy flesh. My body jolts from the sting to my swollen lips. My breasts jiggle.

“You knew you would be punished, little thing. This discipline is necessary to ensure you do not run from us again. In the future, you must understand other options exist.”

Tears squeeze from my eyes, and I clench my anal muscles around the tight object. A powerful hand strikes my ass. I draw a hissing breath from the burn. Too distracted by my scorched ass, I am not prepared for the pain shooting into my nipple from the swing of Drago’s flogger. I shriek as he strikes the other tit, leaving reddened marks. The tips tighten, and I can’t believe the arousal rippling a wave to compete with the pain. Endorphins, the kind I’ve been deprived of my whole life, overflow within me, setting my nerves, my blood, my heart...everything on fire. The contrast between pain and pleasure is extreme, but I am learning quickly how much they overlap, how much they unite to create similar sensations. So, with every strike of that flogger, I rock my body, stabbing my hips high, trying to will the leather end to dip into my pussy. I rub my clit against it.

“Dirty girl enjoying her punishment far too much,” Drago sighs and shakes his head. “I should have known.”

“Merikh did,” Mayce adds in a knowing voice, silky and seductive.

I quiver when he presses his lips to my left breast and kisses the soft mound. He stabs the hard stone of my puckered nipple with his tongue, then opens his warm, wet mouth upon it, suckling, soothing the burn. Between him, the plug in my ass, and the surge of chemicals from the crop-flogging, my insides convulse. Heat pulses through me, bursting up my spine to consume every sense, and I’m tumbling. Soaring over the edge. My clenching body, pants, and rolling hips give me away.

Drago promptly spanks my labia with the riding crop again, and I screech, balling my hands into fists. Too much, too much!

“Naughty girl coming without permission. We have our work cut out for us,” scolds Drago, rubbing the crop against my belly, smearing my juices upon myself.

I lift my head, my eyes teary as I gaze up at him. “What work must I do, Drago?”

“For now, you exist to serve and obey while we own and protect you. It’s why this is necessary. Once you learn to trust in our power and protection instead of taking dangerous and impulsive risks, then you will be ready for a new role. Although, your training will never truly end. But you have one more punishment for this night. And if you submit like a good girl, you will be rewarded. Is that clear, my little slave?” he nudges the damp crop beneath my chin, raising my eyes to his face.

I gulp. Swallowing hard, I gaze at him and nod. “Yes, Master Drago.”

And weep when he kisses me.

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