Beggar

Chapter 13: "This body demands it."

My lips curled up in a cruel, delicate smile.

My debt was paid, Mercy had been so frightened of being torn away from me without the promise of my mortal soul that it had given me what I needed. And now, Sayter stared at me on his knees, this man once the most powerful in the continent.

I was free to do with him as I pleased.
"Do not look me in the eye, slave." I spat, and Sayters shoulders spazzed a bit before tearing his gaze away. Spazzed because inside his soul was thrashing, raging, screaming to get out. To escape from where he slumped on his knees, being forced to watch and feel through everything I would put him through. It was utterly delightful, the Crime Lord, my slave and my submissive.

I chuckled a bit, low and sweet, before crossing the room to retrieve the collar from the cage he locked me in.
"My Sweet Slave," I repeated as Mercy once called me, now with my own slave, collaring him, leashing him to me. I slipped my hands into the sides of his jacket, frowned, then into his pants. I whistled when I pulled it out, my old huntress dagger. It wasn't entirely the same— not without the old coppery tang of blood on the hilt, a small inconvenience.

"Stand up and strip for me,"

And he did, stood and slowly removed everything besides the tight boxers I would let him keep on. I handed him the dagger,
"I'm sorry I have to do this with the room so cold," I mused, my nails flecked over paling skin, "I want you to take the hilt," I stared into those dark, utterly gorgeous and vulnerable eyes that wouldn't stare back. "And slam it into the hand you used to punish me until I tell you to stop."

He didn't wait a moment, not a hesitation,
"Yes, Mistress."

Sayter took the back of my dagger, and started plunging it into bone and skin. The first hit was a wet thud, no bone cracked, the next a pop and a split had sounded then, bone had crunched. Once more, once more, once more.
"Stop."

And he obeyed. "How many was that, slave?"

"Five, Mistress." He sounded boring and aware, I wonder if this body would let him scream for me. I dragged his jaw to look into my eyes and smiled,
"Five can be very long and very painful to sit through. Do you remember, Sayter, telling me that?"

"Yes, I'm sorry Mistress."

"No," I fussed, "You're not sorry you're guilty. Or scared for whats going to happen to you because you know whats going to happen now that you're mine."

A twitch of those shoulders again, a sign the real Sayter was still fighting to get free, to get out and wrap his hands around my neck. I only laughed, "I want you to count for me again, Sayter," I slowly pulled down those boxers with my fingertips, leaning in to whisper on his neck, "Play with yourself, but do not cum."

So he obeyed, stroking his cock gently till it rose. Good, good. My lips quirked up, inside Sayter was raging against it, that pleasure. Trying to swim away from it, but I knew as his shoulders relaxed that he had given to it.
I popped off the buttons on my top, releasing my jacket before removing my pants. Then everything underneath.

Slowly I tore his hands away, letting him enter me to fuck me slowly. It was the first time he had been inside me, and it was me, not him, that had claimed it. I heaved, thrusting up and down on his cock. Sayters enslaved body grunted, I trailed his shoulders with my nails, digging them in till it drew blood. Deeper, I needed him deeper in me.
"Mistress," he grunted, "May I cum?"

I bit into his neck, easing his breath and shutting out his objection. I sucked over the small infliction, breathing in and out to steady the waved of pleasure threatening to overturn me. Not yet, I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of pleasuring me to the Sayter still thrashing inside, still he said,
"Mistress, this body demands it."