The Vow Of Seduction *Rough Draft Completed*

8.1 - Ena

*Sorry that it has been so long since I have last updated this story. I am almost done with the rough draft and am trying to finish getting this taken care of so I can think about self-publishing.*

I had such a fun time recently with everyone and everything going on. For a while I truly despised Kensa. Why did she get everything that I want?

It was so easy to be happy with Santo, but the way his eyes beam at Kensa is different. He is more protective of me. He acts like I need sheltering, like a porcelain doll.

How don't prove to him that I don't need his undivided protection? That I want him to get rough and to break me? Should I just tell him outright? Or do subtle hints?

Smiling at myself, the creak of the heavy door draws my attention. "Babe?" I turn to face the invader. His face is masked and his eyes pierce my soul. The danger high.

His hand covers my mouth. I snap my jaw closed over his fingers but it doesn't phase him. The leather is cold and hard. His chuckle is cynical and sends chills shooting down my spine.

"Such a cute little bitch. I kinda feel bad about what's going to happen to you, " he hesitates as he continues to limit the amount of air I get. "Know that you deserve whatever comes to you."

My vision fades and my mind drifts off. He's right. I do deserve whatever I get. Santo isn't here and I've never been the protected...no matter what he says.

Time passes and I have no recollection of how much time passes. The hard chilled steel against my spine. Trying to move my arms I can't. When I open my eyes all I see is nothingness. Pitch black.

Three senses left; all heightened. I hear the clicks of tiny heels hitting the ground, the strong fragrances of multiple perfumes and colognes, and nothing around to taste yet.

"Open your mouth slut." The mysteriously dark commanding voice echoes. Surprisingly, reflex has me doing exactly what I'm told. I feel the cold texture of something pressing against my lips. "Now, if you are good tonight, you will be able to partake in what I put between your lips. Now if anything happens to it, game over. If you fail, punishment will ensue." The silence could be heard in the room.

I try to struggle against the ropes, but it's pointless. I wait and soon I begin feeling nails scratching at my skin. When the first one pierced, I hiss.

The snide remarks and the chuckles hit a nerve as I take a deep breath. Laughing at my expense I keep my eyes shut tightly and stay eerily still.

"Now you don't wanna squirm, little slut?" The voice booms again.

I tense at the words. Silently I keep my mind where it needs to be and I let my thoughts float to memories of Kensa and Santo. If they knew what was happening they would never allow it. Right?

The soft touches of their fingertips running up and down my spine. The way Kensa's nails dig into my shoulders or my thighs whenever she cums. The way Santo bites at the space between my clavicle.

The sharpness of the leather stings my skin. The object hitting me, I can only guess and assume as I can't see the options most likely sprawled across the table. Whip? Maybe. Cane? Not stiff enough. Crop? Possibly. Enough area, but too pliable maybe?

A sharp blade traces down my sides and causes me to shift my body. Fingers find there way to my swollen clit. "Hey boss man, she's definitely turned on, no matter tough she wants to act." His fingers slam into me hard and I can't catch the gasp soon enough.

The touch of his fingers slamming deeper into my wet slit drive me crazy. Something about the fact that I can't stop what is happening...There is something about giving up the control that I thrive on with Santo and Kensa, however, right now, this situation does me no good at all. I fight against the tears that want to run down my face thinking about Mistress and Master.