Rite of Submission (Rite #1) Unedited

The Monster

The morning started with shouting and slamming doors. Breakfast had been brought in and set up without waking us, but Dmitri made sure we got up when he came in. Without giving us time to wipe the sleep from our eyes, the fight between the two siblings began. He was furious that we weren’t up already, but that was nothing compared to his rage about Sophie taking me to raid her mother’s closet.

“It’s not like anyone was using them or coming to claim them! Maybe you should have let the poor girl pack a bag before dragging her back here!”

“You crossed the wrong line this time Sophia!” he roared, “I think I’ve lost my appetite this morning!” Grabbing my wrist, he stormed out of her rooms, dragging me behind him, and ignoring her protests.

He released his grip on me when we made it to his bedroom; all the doors between us and Sophia had been slammed shut. I stood there like a child ready to be scolded while he paced angrily around the room. He’d walk up to the armoire, stared at the contents for a while, only to slam the doors and pace some more. His hands shifted back and forth between human hands and claws as he moved.

“I-I-I’m…” the word ‘sorry’ never made it out of my mouth, and I didn’t even know what I was sorry for. He stomped towards me, forcing me to take several steps back until I found myself against the wall. Staring at each other I could see the dark shadow swirling in his eyes and my heart dropped into my stomach.

“Take it off,” he growled between gritted teeth. My hands were shaking as I moved to comply, afraid of what would happen if I didn’t follow his instructions, I let the silk pool on the floor at my feet.

“ALL of it!” I removed the underwear I was wearing, dropping them on top of the discarded pajamas. He took a step back to take in the full sight of me. “Let your hair down.” I ran trembling fingers through the braid to free the strands and let them fall over me as a partial cover. “Push it back, so I can see you and lace your hands behind your neck.” I did as I was told struggling not to cry as I stood there.

“I think I’d prefer you like this all the time.” He mused darkly, “I should be able to see and touch wherever I please, when it pleases me.” His hand reached forward to cup my breasts making me flinch. “Tsk, tsk tsk,” he admonished, “You’ll have to be punished for that.” He held a breast in each hand, pinching my n*****s lightly between his fingers. “You and Sophia were very bad, venturing into places you don’t belong,” he leaned towards me, “Maybe it’s time for me to venture into some new things as well,” he dipped his head down and sucked my n****e into his mouth, biting gently as he flicked his tongue back and forth over it until it hardened. He pulled back, with a grin, the scent of sandalwood and spice filling the air between us.

“Step forward and bend over the bed, but keep your hands where they are,” he instructed, working the buckle of his belt. It was only a few steps forward to the bed and I bent over the mattress while keeping my hands clasped behind my neck. The leather of his belt made a loud crack as it struck across my exposed behind. I cried out not ready for the stinging my buttocks felt. He struck again before I had a chance to recover from the first strike, landing a handful of blows across my bare ass until tears formed in my eyes and my voice grew hoarse.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, stepping closer and tossing the belt on the bed beside me. His fingers probed and pinched at the welts he’d made as I struggled to slide my feet apart through the pain. Tears poured down my face as I cried into the covers and he slid a hand up my thigh. Spanking one side at a time with one hand, the fingers of his other hand delved into the mound of curls between my legs, stroking my c**t in time with each spanking he delivered. It wasn’t long before my cries turned into breathless moans and it became a struggle to keep my hands firmly behind my neck. My hips even moved on their own to meet his motions.

Just as every nerve in my body seemed to light up, he stepped away and withdrew his hands. He laughed as I lay there whimpering at the loss of his touch. “Only good girls get rewards in here,” he crooned. “Pets who don’t behave are punished.” He landed another round of swats to emphasize his point.

Grabbing a handful of my hair he pulled me off the bed and back into a standing position. “Fold your arms behind your back,” he sat down on the side of the bed, “and come over to me.” I linked my arms behind me and stood in front of where he sat. He rewarded me with a sound slap to each breast, making them sway heavily from the force. “I will give you a chance to redeem yourself,” he fondled my breasts thoughtfully. “Would you like that?” I nodded, letting him brush the tears off my face. “Unbutton my shirt, with only your mouth,” he cupped my chin in his hand, “If you do well, I will reward you. If you are not quick enough you will be punished.” Releasing my face he leaned back, waiting.

Keeping my arms behind me, I leaned forward and angled my head to start with the top button. It must’ve looked like I was trying to nuzzle his neck as I worked to push the button through the buttonhole with my lips and teeth. He caressed the curves of my breasts as I pulled the two apart, and he pinched my n*****s painfully when I struggled and took too long to release the next button. I had to tug the bottom of his shirt out from the waistband of his slacks to complete my task. By the time I had the shirt pulled open both of my n*****s throbbed and ached.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” the wolfish grin spreading wide across his face. “Do the pants too.” My hesitation granted me a quick crack of his belt around me to score on the already red flesh of my bottom. Trying to get my mouth to the fasteners at his waist proved more difficult. He didn’t budge an inch to offer me better access and I had to half climb up onto the bed beside him to find a workable angle. He used my new position to access the welts he’d given me, stroking and pinching them to keep the pain fresh. His hardening c**k practically sprung out as I got the zipper down.

He gestured for me to stand in front of him again, “if I asked you to show me how sorry you are for misbehaving, what you would do?” He stared at me with dark expectant eyes as if waiting. The only thing I’d done freely before was kiss him; I doubted it would be as calming to him this time.

Taking a deep breath, to steady my nerves, I unfolded my arms and ran my hands up under his shirt. I pressed gently; making him lay back as I crawled up onto his lap careful to keep his rigid member from touching my own wet cleft. My breasts pressed into his chest as I brought my lips down on his. My tongue had barely slid along his lip before his hand gripped my hips roughly, pulling them down towards his. I moaned into his mouth as the length of his shaft rubbed against my already sensitive c**t. The sound only spurned him on to continue, the length of him stroking back and forth against my c**t like his fingers had done earlier. His lips eagerly sought out my n*****s. He sucked one into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, coaxing louder moans from my lips.

My muscles began to tense, and my breath hitched. I realized I was grinding my hips against him more than he was rocking them for me. Suddenly it felt like a wave crashed over me, and my body convulsed as I sat straddled over him. Even my center seemed to tighten, like it was trying to pull him into me as it seemed to flood with new moisture. He stoked my back, “You’re beautiful when you come,” he sighed into my ear. “I’m going to taste you next time,” for some reason the thought of him with his face between my legs sent another small wave through me and without thinking I kissed him again.

“As much as I enjoy your kisses, I have other plans for those pretty lips.” He lifted me off his lap, moving me to the bed as he wiggled out of his pants more and lay out on the bed. “You should kiss the thing that brought you so much pleasure,” his still hard c**k bobbed as if agreeing. Not letting me wait, his fingers wrapped in my hair to guide my lips down to his large, throbbing c**k, still slick with my own juices. “Kiss it,” he urged. I gave a small peck to rigid rod.

“Take it into your mouth, then lick and suck on it like you would a lollipop.” Timidly I closed my lips around the mushroom shaped tip, licking it tentively. His hair wrapped hand pushed me down onto it until it hit the back of my throat, gagging me slightly before his hand eased up. He continued to guide me in bobbing up and down while I continued suckling and licking him. Between the ebbing pain of my buttocks and the dark shadow filling his eyes, I found myself willing to do almost anything to sate the monster before me.

When I fell into a steady rhythm, and could take him deep without choking, he pulled me over him to continue while I was kneeling, straddling his shoulders. I was ready to feel him strike me if I didn’t do well, and feeling the skin of my ass already hot and sore I put more vigor into my movements. I almost bit him from the shock of feeling his tongue slide up into the slick cleft of my nether lips. “Mmmmm,” he moaned as he found my c**t again, the vibrations of his moan added to the pleasure of his tongue. I moaned around the hard c**k filling my mouth, making him arch his hips up to drive deeper into my mouth. It became like a race to see which of us could cause the other to moan the loudest.

As his tongue worked my c**t, he slipped two fingers up into my p***y, stroking deeply. If he’d asked me to let him take me right then, I don’t know that I would’ve said no again. He stretched me open while he licked; satisfying some aching need in me I didn’t know was there. I couldn’t focus as well on servicing him as the pleasure made the wave build again. I had to start stroking him with my hands as I tried to suck and lick the tip, desperate for him to continue.

I lost myself as the wave crashed down on me again, collapsing atop him. He lapped up the new flood that surged as I convulsed again. Amused, he let his tongue stroke the over my sensitive c**t making my body twitch. Rolling me off beside him, he began to stroke himself. He increased his pace until he jerked, spraying white sticky wads across my t**s. When he’d finished, he got up off the bed and did up his pants and shirt.

“Go take a shower,” he said it emotionless. “We’ll see what you learned, if anything later.” He turned on his heel and left for his office, shutting the door behind him.

I just lay there for a while, my arms and legs feeling like jello. If I let my thighs touch it put pressure on my swollen and over stimulated c**t sending little shockwaves through me again. Scared he’d throw the door open and paddle my behind again if I let myself ride those waves, I kept my knees wide apart.

It was a long time before I could make my way into his shower to clean myself off. Not long after the water hit me, I found myself curled up and crying in the corner. What was wrong with me? I’d been dangerously close to giving in, and I knew it would’ve felt delicious to be stretched open wide and impaled on him. I was going to lose myself and end up at his mercy. Did he even know how close he was? Or, had he been blinded by the immediate pleasure available? I tried to scrub myself clean of the whole encounter before curling up in the bed to sleep it away.