Immortal Cravings: Of Sin And Blood

NEEDY LITTLE WHÓRE

LENA

His collar is still lodged around my throat, a heavy reminder of the bet I lost and the man who now owns me for one month.

Raziel Valois. The only man I once loved and still do.

The tension between us is so thick that a knife can easily slice through it and I know it is all my fault.

I am the one who hurt him.

I just didn't know that the pain I caused still runs this deep inside him.

My body feels sore in the best way, but even though I want to rest, I can clearly see the hunger and anger in Raziel’s eyes.

He is not done with me yet.

Still breathing raggedly, I try not to think about the second round of punishment waiting for me. The air in the room is filled with the scent of our mixed releases and my own arousal, my body still craving for more despite the savage manner he f****d me on the bench.

“I am not done with you,” he releases me from his arms, his words confirming my earlier thoughts. Next, he lifts me from the bench and I find myself standing on shaky legs, my naked body still bearing his collar on my neck and the faint red marks on my ass from his whip. His c**k is still hard and glistening, the sight making my p***y throb for more.

Fuck. I hate how much I need this.

I hate how much I need him.

“I gave you everything in the past, but you chose to trample on my heart,” he says bitterly and circles me slowly, his eyes following me like a predator who has finally caught his prey after years of being the hunter. “You left me like I was nothing, but here you are. Every choice has its consequences, Lena, and tonight, you are paying yours. Now, get on all fours and crawl to the whipping post.”

I glare at his face, my fangs bared at him.

However, my body obeys the order before my mouth can fight.

I drop to my hands and knees, my ass still stinging with pain as I crawl across the floor towards the post, the chain attached to my collar dragging on the ground behind me. My breasts keep swaying with every movement I make, my p***y dripping its wetness down in-between my thighs.

Fuck. I feel so exposed. So degraded.

And so f*****g turned on.

When I reach the post, he tugs the chain to make me stop there, the act degrading me further and making me feel like he purposefully tugged the chain in order to silently brand me a mindless puppy. Next, he binds my wrists with cuffs high above my head, forcing me to arch my back and spread my knees wide.

“You are still as stubborn as the day you left me,” he growls. “How do you feel being a dripping collared w***e for your ex?”

“Damn you,” I snap but my voice comes out breathy, the old wound of our breakup still twisting painfully inside me.

“Some things never change,” He scoffs and picks up the leather whip again. “Well, since you are still a stubborn brat, you will be receiving another ten lashes.”

I gasp slightly when he trails the whip over my spine and down to my ass.

“You know, I spent years wondering what to say to you if I ever see you again, but now,” he pauses, the whip still on my ass. “I guess I don't need many words.”

Without warning, the first strike of the whip lands on my ass.

I gasp in pain, pulling at my restraints.

“Count, pet.”

“O-one…” I grit out, still feeling the stinging pain on my ass.

Before I can blink, he lands another strike on my ass again.

“Two,” I count once more.

He continues, the next strike now landing on my upper back.

“Three,” I count again, wincing in both pain and pleasure. He keeps whipping me, each lash growing more merciless with his rage towards me.

By the tenth lash, I am a crying, moaning mess, my ass and back stinging red with pain. My thighs are slick with sweat, and the wetness flowing from my p***y is an ocean now.

Done whipping me, he lays down the whip and steps closer, pressing his hard body against my back, his c**k sliding between my ass cheeks. I tremble at the contact, my ass pushing back for more.

“You needy little w***e,” he chuckles and wraps his hand around my throat from behind, his grip squeezing me just enough to make spots dance in my vision while still letting me breath the little air I can.

“Please,” I beg throatily. “I need your c**k inside me again.”

“If you want that, then you need to call me Master,” he growls and leans in closer, his lips brushing my ear. “Say it.”

“Master,” I choke out, the word sending fresh heat between my thighs.

“Good girl,” He releases my throat and I suck in a deep breath, my mind dizzy with pleasure and desire.

Next, his hand snakes around me from behind, sliding down below my stomach and before I barely have time to catch my next breath, I feel two of his fingers plunging deep into my p***y, pumping fast.

Fuck.

Instantly, I rock back on his fingers, riding them shamelessly. I wanted his c**k, but his fingers will do for now. He is torturing me and I know he is f*****g enjoying it, but I have no control here.

He is the one in charge, even though I f*****g hate it to admit it.

“You are still such a horny slut,” he taunts and before I can respond, I suddenly feel his fangs sinking into the side of my neck, his pleasure venom hitting my blood like liquid fire.

“f**k!” I cry out, my p***y instantly clenching around his fingers as I near the edge of my release but he suddenly pulls out his fingers, my p***y now clenching around nothing.

“You don’t get to come until I decide you have earned it,” he growls.

“You bastard!” I whimper in frustration and he chuckles darkly.

Fuck. He is such an asshole and he still knows exactly how to torture me despite the years we have been apart.

“You want to come, right?” He asks and spins me around to face him, my wrists still bound high above my head.

“Yes,” I answer in a pleading voice.

“Well, if you want to come, you need to earn it,” he smirks and next, he drops to his knees and buries his face between my thighs, his tongue attacking my p***y without warning.

“Oh f**k,” I gasp in pleasure, my hips trembling out of my control. His tongue starts working me mercilessly, licking, thrusting, his fangs biting my c**t and adding to the pleasure assaulting every inch of my p***y and my entire body.

“Please don't stop,” I beg, my legs shaking with my impending release.

But just as the feeling intensifies, he suddenly stops and stands up.

“Beg me to make you come,” he commands, his hand returning to my throat and choking me while the head of his c**k teases my p***y entrance.

I f*****g hate him, but I f*****g love him too and I can't resist.

“Please make me come,” The words tumble out of me. “I need your c**k, Master. Please.”

“Good girl.”