Let Me Serve You

Chapter Two: Animals

Your fingers clutched the bed post as you stared into the mirror. Your skin was slick with sweat, strands of your hair matted to your face and neck. Laboured breath pushed through parted, swollen lips. Face blotchy and streaked with tears, your naked body shivered against the cold, whipped and raw. As you attempted to gather yourself, your gaze flickered upward in the mirror, reflecting the hard lines and black tattoos of the man standing directly behind. Whip still in his hand, his lips were twisted in a sardonic smile. His fingers trailed over the raised welts across your thighs, as he silently admired his handiwork

This was the fifth night in a row he had returned, ordered you to take up this position and then, sated his need to inflict pain. Every night he had pushed you further, revelling in your determination, your will to not disappoint him. Tonight, was the first time he had used a whip, and though your skin was on fire, you found that you enjoyed the sting.

He brought the whip down across your back. Your head flung backwards, a muffled scream escaping your lips as you bit down, hard. Your fingers spasmed against the bedframe as you tried to keep yourself upright. You turned to the mirror again. Reflected back was something that resembled more of a wild animal then a human, feral and crazed.

Blinking the tears from your eyes, you watched as he ran a hand through windswept hair, leaning back on the balls of his feet. He was fully dressed, dots of blood across his shirt and trousers. He had forgone his usual attire for something that blended in better with the normal world recently and vaguely, you thought it suited him.

Catching your eye, he let the whip drop to the floor with a loud thud. Slowly and gracefully, like a prowling cat he leaned over you, wrapping a warm hand underneath your chin. His clothed chest rubbed against the welts on your back painfully, causing you to shudder.

'Have you had enough?' He whispered against your ear, tongue flicking out and leisurely drawing circles along your neck. Your felt the familiar ache of your growing desire, along with the pulsating tightness between your legs.

He knew it too, as pointed nails belonging to lithe fingers danced down your spine. They tugged at the skin on your arse, before slipping between your legs and pushing against your clit, playing with the sensitive mound. You arched into him with a whimper, imploring his fingers to explore.

His laugh was muffled against your neck, fangs grazing the delicate skin.

'That's a good girl.' He purred.

Pulling away to rest on his knees, you finally let go of the bedpost, falling flat on to the bed. Rolling on to your back, you propped yourself up on your elbows and placed your bent legs either side of him. With lustful eyes you watched as he ripped open his shirt, pulling it down to his wrists. He waited there a moment, his heated gaze following your own, as your eyes trailed over his newly exposed skin. No matter how many times you saw him, you would never tire of this view, tire of this beautiful monster. He pulled the shirt off, before tugging at his belt.

Freeing the belt from his trousers, he motioned at you. Raising your arms knowingly, he grabbed your wrists, securing them together with the belt; before pushing them back over your head. You fell down flat against the mattress with a slight gasp, vibrating in anticipation.

With one hand he dragged you down to the edge of the bed, releasing himself from his trousers with the other. You only caught a short glimpse of his erection, before it was nestled against your opening, your sex twitching.

'Tell me what you want.' He ordered, fang biting down on his lower lip. He released your leg to tip your face up toward him, drawing your eyes to his. 'Tell me, who you want.'