Restrained
A short peice, featuring a young female being trained by her new master.
She lay on the table, cuffed at the wrists and ankles, staring up into his piercing pale eyes. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the sight of him, her breaths coming in short gasps as she struggled to quell the feelings rising inside of her. She wanted him but didn't want to show it, being too eager got her punished. For three long days she had been his play thing. Doing anything and everything he asked of her. And she had given it to him freely, willing. Straining at her bindings, she lifted herself towards him wanting to taste him, to feel him owning her with his body once more. She felt his hand around her neck forcing her back down again. She whined trying to shake him off, but he bore down harder with his weight and held her until she calmed. He ran his hand down from her throat, to tease her nipples, twisting them between his strong fingers, almost to the point of pain. She howled in pleasure and saw him smile, exposing his fangs to her. She knew she shouldn't talk, he had taught her not to unless told, but the urge to beg him for what she wanted was becoming too great. Sh whined and panted, her long tongue hanging from her mouth letting the saliva drip down her face. She barked shrilly and thrust her hips up, trying to entice him to what lay between her thighs. Seeming to read her writhing body, he took his hand from her breasts and held it to her lips before slowly forcing his fingers into her mouth making them slick with her spit. She knew what was coming and she braced herself, sucking and licking humgriy on the fingers working towards the back of her throat causing her to gag slightly. With sure, deft movements he pulled the now moist hand from between her lips, moving to place it on her exposed vulva. Toying with her, seeming to enjoy her little gasps of pleasure and petulance. He teased her until tears of frustration ran from her eyes, causing rivulets to run in the already smeared mascara around her eyes. He looked down at her, with the tenderness that he always did, and spoke.
“What am I?" He said to her softly, “I want to hear you say it. What am I?"
“You're mine" She said
“Louder"
“You're mine!" She cried
“Always" he smiled, slowly sliding his fingers into her.