Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I see Sister Beatrice in his thoughts again and know he understands. He still says nothing but he spreads his thighs a little wider in mute supplication.
His unspoken submission touches me and I spend some time rubbing his back and shoulders and letting my nails skate down his spine, almost to the cleft of his buttocks. I know how starved he is for touch—every time I put a hand on him I feel him yearning for more.
At last, however, I retract my nails to make them short and neat—a useful bit of magic I learned when training my first Blood-servant. Then I choose the smallest tail in my collection—barely bigger than the two fingers I used on him the night before—and find a pot of Opening ointment.
I dip my fingers in the ointment—which is light blue and smells faintly of beesome flowers—and then slide my fingertips inward, seeking for his rosebud.
As he did the night before, I feel him shiver at my intimate touch. He’s thinking that he can’t believe he’s allowing this—that he’s bent over the bench, opening himself for me. It’s confusing and a little frightening…but his shaft is so hard it aches. He doesn’t want me to stop.
“That’s good, my Paladin,” I soothe him as my fingers slip inside him. The ointment helps him open and he groans softly as I reach deep inside to rub his special spot. His cock is weeping freely now, precum flowing like a river. This is going to be a very frustrating time for him, since I intend to honor my promise and keep him wanting all day. Maybe I’ll let him come tonight…but maybe I won’t.
Then it’s time for the tail. It’s a smooth, tapered piece of crystal—the same kind my pleasure wand is made of, actually. It’s a glossy deep purple and it glows with an inner light, just like my wand. There is no horsehair attached, but it has a flared base for safety.
I murmur a warming spell over the chilly crystal and cover the blunt, tapered head in ointment. Then I slide it between his cheeks and begin to press it into his rosebud.
“Mistress…Gods!” he groans as I slide it into him. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Opening you, my Paladin,” I tell him. “Owning you.”
His answer is another groan and I can feel him wanting to clench around the invading tail.
“Relax, Alaric,” I tell him, stroking his back with my free hand. “It’s almost in.”
I press a little harder and the bulb at the bottom of the tail finds its way inside leaving just the flared base outside to hold it in place. My Paladin clenches his jaw on a cry that’s part pain but mostly pleasure. He shifts his hips, trying to get used to the thick invader, trying to get used to being filled.
I can’t help admiring the sight of him. This big, strong, muscular man submitting to me, groaning with pleasure as he does his best to get used to having the tail inside him. I have to admit, it makes me wet.
“How do you feel?” I ask him. “Pull up your breeches and walk around some.”
He does as I tell him and takes a few tentative steps.
“Well?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Feels like something’s fucking me, Mistress,” he says bluntly.
“Good.” I nod and give him a little smile. “This way when it’s time for me to actually fuck you, you’ll be ready.”
“Gods, Mistress,” he growls, looking down at me. “I almost want you to. But I can’t let you do that—it’s too much, going too far!”
“Come here.” I beckon and he bends down. I look into his eyes and kiss him gently on the lips. “You’ll want it when I’m ready,” I whisper as I hold his gaze with mine. “You’ll beg me to fuck you, my Paladin and I’ll make you come harder than you ever have in your life when I do.”
His cheeks go red. I can see he’s not used to a woman speaking like this to him. Unsurprising since it’s usually males who do the fucking but things are different between a Mistress and her Blood-servant.
“When will that be?” he asks and there’s a note of uncertainty mixed with longing in his deep voice.
“Not until the time is right,” I tell him. “Now come to the punishment cross. We still have much to do to get you trained.”
“This wasn’t part of my training?” He nods down at himself. His stride is a little off, but he’ll get used to wearing the tail soon. He might even want a larger one.
“Only a very small part,” I say.
I take him to the cross, which is shaped like the letter “X” and fasten his wrists above his head. I have to stand on a tall step ladder to accomplish this and my breasts are directly in his face as I tie him up.