Authors: Zoey Marcel
Nimbus
jumped up and approached her swiftly while she was still shouting at Jude. She
had barely gotten the words out when Nimbus backhanded her for her
disrespectful outburst. The force of the blow knocked her down onto her rear.
He flipped her over onto her stomach and held her down while he undid his
pants.
“You
are in so much trouble, Sonya. You have no idea,” he growled.
“Get
off me! I hate you!” She yelled as she flailed in vain beneath the ample weight
of him.
He
brought his hand down hard onto her buttock, making her cry out in agony,
because he spanked her over the still tender welts and bruises from last
night's caning.
“Be
quiet!” He hissed, “If you promise to apologize to Jude after I'm done taking
you, I will prepare you properly beforehand.”
“Go
to hell!”
That
one pissed him off. She said it flippantly, but he didn't find it so funny. He
split her butt cheeks and forced his cock into her crevice.
She
screamed when the tip popped past her anal ring. “Ow! Oh, please stop! It hurts
so badly!”
“It
wouldn't if you would just swallow your bloody pride and apologize so your
master can lubricate you like he intended.” He lifted her body and moved her
slightly so the horny crowd had a profile view of his lady.
“I'm
sorry, Jude,” Sonya bit out as sweetly as possible. She may as well have lopped
off the vamp's head.
Nimbus
refrained from laughing at her obvious contempt and lightly swatted her rump.
“Say it nicer and I might actually believe you are being sincere.”
“I'm
sorry, Jude.”
Jude
nodded as his slaves sucked him off.
Nimbus
pulled out and lubed Sonya's anus, stretching her with his nimble fingers. She
was breathing heavily and clawing into the soil with her fingernails from the
frustration of being exposed publicly and also the pain of being stretched
anally, he guessed. When he could tell she was lubed enough and about as
relaxed as he was able to get her under the awkward circumstances, he aligned
his tool and eased in slowly.
“Relax
your muscles and push out so it doesn't hurt as badly,” he cooed, fighting to
stay in control as the slick heat of her tight passage burned his stiff cock.
He couldn't remember an ass being so snug and deliciously hot.
“You
do realize this was not an orifice God intended for penetration?” She murmured
breathlessly.
“Sonya.”
“What?”
“Shut
up.”
She
went quiet as he ravished her sweet ass slowly at first so she could adjust to
the foreign invasion in her rectum, but he soon lost control and pistoned into
her like a madman, enjoying her mewl of discomfort and confusion. She was
trying to determine how she could reap an equal amount of pain and pleasure
from this overwhelming experience. Trying to comprehend how humiliation could
mingle with an odd desire to exhibit one's self sexually before a perverse
group of voyeurs.
“Everyone
is watching,” she whined.
Nimbus
felt his cock swelling from the dark, fiery depths of her ass sucking him in deeper
as he took his pleasure in her unmatched body. “And you are fueling their
fantasies, Sonya, fanning the fires of their lust. Some of them are
masturbating while they watch. You are enabling them in your sin, aren't you?”
Sonya
buried her face in the grass, whimpering when he drove into her harder and
faster.
“Tell
me to fuck you,” he rasped.
She
shook her head, gasping in surprise and elation when he jerked her up by her
hair.
“Tell
me to fuck you and say it loud enough for them to hear you, or I will invite
one of the men over to be sucked by you.”
She
panicked. “Fuck me.”
Nimbus
rammed into her, making her yelp. He loved the way his testicles slapped her
ass the more wildly he slammed into her. “Louder and call me master.”
She
groaned. “Fuck me, Master! Please!”
He
nearly lost it from hearing her utter those filthy words while he took her anal
virginity. “Do you need it?”
“Yes,”
she sobbed, either in embarrassment or pain. “I need it badly.”
“What
do you need, slave?” He knew he was a bastard for taunting the poor woman, but
irking her pleasured him since she was just so damned alluring when she was
angry with him.
“I
need you to fuck me.”
“I
can't hear you, Sonya.” He moaned as he felt his orgasm coming.
“Fuck
me! Please, Master. I need it. I want it.”
“You
are damned right you do.” He cried out as his body throbbed and tingled with
his impending release. The molten lava flowed through his shaft, making his
cock burn with sexual heat. The spasms left him with no choice but to erupt
inside of his woman, spilling his scalding release into her conquered ass. The
climax felt powerful and enduring, eclipsing the cheers in the background, very
nearly overshadowing Sonya's agony at his violent final thrusts, but not quite.
He rubbed her back when he was finished to let her know everything would be
okay.
***
Sonya
was quiet for most of the ride home. Nimbus made her sit on his lap, partly to
annoy her at the enforced level of closeness, but also to maintain a bond he
demanded from her. There was a brief, hostile exchange of words on both sides
and she shrieked her frustration when she tried to get off of his lap and he
held her there and wouldn't let her go.
Once
they got home, she slapped him and locked him out of the master suite, which he
found comical and infuriating. He broke the door down, inciting terror in her
and a sudden desire to pacify his wrath with sweetness and apologies which he
found hilarious, though he restrained any laughter.
“Lie
down on your stomach,” he commanded, pleased when she obeyed.
She
was already on the bed and had been in between dressing for bed, so he caught
her in the buff like he wanted her. Her eyes bugged out of her head when she
saw him reach for his knife. She scooted away in horror. “I truly am sorry.”
His
sinister grin must have scared the shit out of her. “I believe it. Lie back
down on your stomach like I told you to.”
Her
body quivered with dread as she followed his instructions. “Are you going to
kill me?”
He
snorted at this. “Do you want me to kill you?”
She
gulped with uncertainty. “I-I don't know.”
“Hold
still or this might end badly.” He made a slight incision in her shoulder
blade. She did her best to steady the startled flinch and gasped in shock at
being cut by him. The sound enchanted him and worked wonders on his libido. “It
was a simple yes or no question, Sonya. If we are going to have a decent
relationship with one another then it requires you to be open and honest with
me.”
“What
about the part where you are supposed to be open and honest with me?”
He
snickered and made another minor slit, this time on her other shoulder blade.
“No backtalk, girl. We are discussing your shortcomings and how to remedy them,
not mine.”
She
panted at the rush of feeling a blade mark her smooth skin. Nimbus knew that
fear and pain could be powerful aphrodisiacs and she was beginning to succumb
to them simply because he was the one administering them to her.
“I
wanted to die earlier from the humiliation, but I know I can't,” she said
quietly.
“Because
if you do you will go to hell,” he finished for her, making a final cut in her
back before getting up to wash the blade off.
“You
enjoy throwing that up in my face, don't you?”
He
put the knife away and returned to the large bed, lying down next to her. “It
does bring me great pleasure to see you fall in such a tremendous way. Now that
you have been dragged down to my level it makes you more attainable instead of
being as decidedly unreachable as you were before this.”
Sonya
was quiet for a minute, but she lost her breath when he gently licked away the
blood from the first incision he made. “You want a relationship with me?”
“Yes,
pet. I always have. You know that.” The tangy, coppery taste of her blood was
warm and rich like the sweetest sangria he had ever tasted during his travels.
They said life was in the blood and this knowledge combined with the fact that
blood drinking was taboo, made tasting her forbidden offering to him all the
better.
She
whimpered at the delicate loving from his tongue over each of her slashes.
He
caressed her arm and nuzzled her cheek. “Am I hurting you?”
“A
little, but it feels good.”
Honesty.
Submission. Acceptance. Her response thrilled him. “Why does it surprise you
that I want to be with you? I thought it was more than evident how fond I am of
you.”
“Oh,
it is, but I thought you only wanted me as a slave and a prostitute.”
He
felt jitters of excitement tumbling in his belly at the words she spoke. “I do,
but I also desire your allegiance and your trust.”
She
was quiet as he soothed her back with the ointment. “Trust and loyalty must be
earned, they can't be enforced.”
“The
same goes with affection and sympathy,” he retorted in vexation. “Why should I
respect my property when she fails to show me proper deference as her lord and
master?”
Sonya
tensed beneath him and turned her head against the pillow so she was looking at
him. “I am not your property, nor are you my lord and master. I serve only
God.”
Now
he was pissed. “You will serve only me. You will bow before me and worship me
as your one and only master.”
“You
speak treason. I will never bow to you, nor worship you.”
“You
will, but until you do I shall continue to make your life a living hell.”
Nimbus gently rubbed some healing salve into her buttocks as he had last night
after they made love. He treated her cuts with a healing ointment and set the
soothing items aside. He pulled the covers over them.
She
rolled away from him, but he pulled her toward him and wrapped his arms around
her so her head rested against his chest. “I do not want to cuddle.”
“Hold
your tongue. We are cuddling and you want this, otherwise your thumb would not
be rubbing my chest affectionately,” he taunted.
She
stopped, but eventually relaxed and melted into him as he held her and rocked
her gently, murmuring sweet nothings to her.
“Do
you think I'm fat?”
He
looked down at her in surprise. “Of course not. Where did you arrive at such a
ridiculous notion?”
“That
monster, Jude, called me a fat, little cherub the other day.”
“He
is an imbecile, Sonya. Don't pay him any heed. You are soft and voluptuous, but
you are by no means fat.”
“He
made me wear a corset.”
“Jude
likes to modify women's bodies to exert his power and control over them. I see
no reason to alter yours when it is my ideal of feminine perfection.” He felt
moisture on his bare chest as though her eyes were welling with tears of
gratitude over his appreciation of her.
“Thank
you,” she whispered.
Nimbus
rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. His kind, soothing treatment of
her lulled her to sleep and he felt completely tranquil and at peace to hold
his angel in his arms while he slept.