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If you’d like to read part 1, it can be found .
Part 2:
Elise had written the letter.
She hated herself for it, but she had. She’d started seconds after Darius had left, but as the minutes went by, her resolve faltered more and more. She’d thrown out the first draft before making it to the half-way mark. Damn him and his damn Imperial charm. I don’t have to settle for this, she thought to herself. Matty, my sweet boy, does not deserve this. Not in the slightest. If anything, he deserves the treatment I’ve been giving this prick this past few months.
And her arguments had been convincing enough. Rationally, at least. But her train of thought had been interrupted by scenes of Darius bedding her. When he bent me over in the farthest reaches of the library… She blushed. When he pinned my hands over my head in bed and made me count the thrusts out loud until I could no longer speak… She felt herself moisten. By the times she’d ran through all her memories with Darius, whatever cohesive, rational argument against the letter replaced by a hazy cloud of arousal.
Matty’s fate had been sealed with a particularly cruel thought. One of which Elise was not proud of. He’ll forgive me, she thought. He really will do anything for me.
The precise words Elise had used to get Matty to put the cage on were… a blur. She was not naive enough to think that Darius wouldn’t read her letter before sending it, so she’d discarded the option of telling Matty not to wear the thing, but reply as if he did. If talking back got me a caning, I shudder to think what devilish punishment Darius would put me through if I tried going behind his back on this…
She was oddly thankful that she didn’t remember the words exactly. She had made a point not to lie to Matty, but she knew she had abused ambiguity in her writing. It’s not like it’s gonna matter, anyway… she thought ruefully. She knew Matty well enough to know that whatever she asked of him, he’d dutifully do. Even if he wasn’t fully on board with an idea at first, he trusted her fully, and would give it a chance. Somehow, knowing that the arguments she used were more or less indifferent, made the writing harder, not easier.
Before Elise could spiral on her guilt, however, she heard Darius’ key turn inside the lock. As if by magic, any thoughts of Matty disappeared from her brain. Suddenly, there was a single thought in her mind: Be a good pet. She had ached all day long for Darius’ attention, his validation… and for his cock, too.
Elise shot her surroundings a quick look, making sure everything was in the right place. On her small bed lay a few lengths of rope. They’d been tinted a dark red color. It must’ve cost Darius a fortune, for good tint was expensive, but he’d insisted on it. Alongside them, she cringed to see the cane. She’d considered leaving it in its hiding spot, under her bed. However, she’d quickly learnt that trying to weasel out of a punishment only meant getting a worse one later on. She hoped that by freely offering the weapon to Darius, she’d make him feel a bit more… merciful.
As the latch turned, she looked at herself. She was on her knees —and had been for long enough to have that warm, uncomfortable ache the position seemed designed to cause—, her legs ever so slightly parted, her hands resting on them. She was wearing naught but her shift: a ridiculously high quality one, that Darius had got her. It was white and see through enough that her small perky breasts were as visible as if she’d been naked. The hems of the shift were a pale pink color, and she’d made sure that one of the straps had fallen off her shoulder, exposing her even further.
She looked at him as he came in. He wasn’t wearing his councilman uniform anymore. In its stead, expensive looking clothes and a sword belt. She knew some noblemen favored colorful silks and extravagant cuts for their garments. Darius wasn’t like that. His clothes were simple, but well fitted and of materials so expensive, no one would ever confuse him for an everyman.
Elise kept purposefully silent until spoken to, she gave him her best doe-eyed, innocent village girl face. The spitting image of obedience. She knew he loved that act. He took his time before speaking. He removed his sheathed weapon and leered at her all the while. She blushed, and suddenly questioned herself if she was acting, or if she really was the silly village girl infatuated by the handsome nobleman.
“Hello, tiny,” he grinned.
“Hi,” Elise said shyly. “I’m very sorry I misbehaved earlier today, sir.” She’d never really liked the honorific. From what she could gather, Darius didn’t exactly get off on it. But since he knew she was reluctant to address him by it, he insisted she did. Just one more entry in the interminable list of the things he did in order to mess with her brain.
“Are you, now?” Darius took his eyes off her for a moment. When they found the letter —neatly folded and already sealed inside the envelope— he pocketed it quickly.
“Yes, sir. Very much so!”
Darius walked towards her slowly. With confident, firm steps, each of which seemed to echo in her mind. He was in no rush, which made her arousal spike. She didn’t just want to be bedded by this man. She needed it. He must’ve caught this, for he gave her a mean smile. All at its due time, it seemed to say. When he finally reached her, Elise was practically high off his scent. It was a mixture of his perfume and his natural musk.
If Darius had outsized her before, when she was sitting and him standing, now that she was on her knees he towered —really towered— over her. It made her feel tiny, powerless and oh-so pliable to his wishes. He’s strong enough to grab me and make me do whatever he pleases… her breath deepened at the thought. Her gaze was level with his groin, and realizing that turned thinking into a very difficult task.
“Tell me, tiny…” he said. He reached towards her, grabbing her chin between his thumb and his forefinger, and gently tilting it upwards. When their eyes locked, he went on, without releasing her. “What makes you feel more guilty? Making your betrothed lock his cock in a cage for my amusement, or having disobeyed me earlier?”
“I…” He’s such a cruel, mean asshole.
Elise was deeply outraged, but the reason the comment had cut so deep was because… she really had started feeling remorseful at having been a brat and not having done as told. I interrupted Darius! What was I thinking? She’d caught herself thinking earlier that afternoon.
“Go on, tiny.”
“Both?” Elise tried.
“Really, pet?” He arched an eyebrow. “I would understand if you’d said you felt more guilty about Matty… I mean, the gods know it’s gonna be a long time before that little guy gets to have a hard-on, let alone cum.”
“Would you… would you really have?”
He chuckled. “No, of course not. I would’ve doubled the strokes of the cane. I still might, really. But that will come later,” he said it so off-handedly. It really is just… a task for him. Can he even dimension vos painful and humiliating it is for me? Probably. “I might even wait until tomorrow. You know it’s not as fun if the girls living next door don’t hear your whimpers.”
“Yes, sir,” she put out, biting what she really wanted to say. She was determined not to get into any more trouble that night, so she held her tongue.
“You may start apologizing for earlier today,” he said. The finality of his tone left little to question. That may really meant must.
“Yes, sir. I really am sorry I-”
“Ap-ap-ap,” he cut me off. “Not like that.”
“H-how, then, sir?”
He gestured to his unbelted pants. “You may take those off, and put your mouth to better use than speaking, tiny.”
She felt a thrill as she thumbed Darius’ trousers. He’s such an arrogant asshole… and I love it. She made quick work or both the pants and the undergarments. The clothes bunched up at his feet, but after helping him take off his boots, he quickly kicked them off.
With pure lust she gawked at Darius’ newly exposed cock. It’d sprung to life the second she’d slid his undergarments past it, bouncing one… twice… three times directly in front of her. She’d seen it countless times before, but she still found herself as transfixed as the first time. It took a real effort to concentrate on stripping Darius before focusing back on his cock.
Even when not fully erect as he was then, it was such an attractive thing! He kept himself clean shaven, and his balls hung low, presenting his cock to her in an unresistable way. He definitely had the size to match his arrogance. He was lengthy and girthy, and best of all, he was heavy in her hands.
When Elise had been younger, she and a few village friends had snuck behind some bushes and watched the village boys bathe in the river. That had been the first time she’d seen Matty naked, way before their engagement. Darius effortlessly outsized them all. Even when soft, he’s probably bigger than Matty’s hard cock… it’d been a particularly stinging realization that she had had a few weeks back.
Tentatively she reached for Darius’ cock. She couldn’t fully wrap her hands around it, which drove her mad with desire. It feels so good, so solid in my hands. She stroked him a few times, using both her hands to cover as much of his length as she could. The sensation of him going from half-mast to rock hard made her vision blurry with arousal. She could think of nothing except servicing this powerful man in front of her.
“Hands are for teenage trysts, tiny. Use your mouth,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” she said. The last word coming off a bit more honestly than she had intended.
She took him in her mouth best she could. It was a challenge, fitting more than just his head. But it was a challenge she enjoyed thoroughly. Darius’ cock always made her jaw ache a little, and she found that particular discomfort weirdly arousing and safe.
She put both her hands behind her back, as Darius usually requested she did. He gave her a grunt of approval at her anticipation of his whims, and suddenly, for a fraction of a second, her defenses crumbled. I really am his, she thought. His pet, his tiny toy. We’ll never be equals because I’d obey his any order. I’d be as cruel to Matty as he wanted me. I’d do anything for a single droplet of his validation, just one ‘good pet’.
Elise bobbed her head back and forwards, which produced all kind of slurping sounds. For a second, it was all she could hear.
She felt so full with Darius’ cock in her mouth. She knew her face was a mask of concentration: every thought of her was about sucking Darius. Every cell in her being was devoted to servicing his big cock. She felt hot all over, but especially near her cheeks, where she was sure her pale complexion had been shaded pink or red. Her eyes were beady with tears that came from the effort of handling such a monster with her tongue.
Elise felt fire between her legs, and ached to take a hand there and rub herself while she had Darius’ cock in her mouth. But she knew he would complain about her not being fully focused. So she held her hands together behind her back and gave this arrogant, insufferable man, the best mouth she physically could.
“Good pet,” he grunted, half word half moan. She felt herself become even more wet than she thought possible. “Take the shift off, but don’t stop.”
She maneuvered herself out of the garment best she could. If she stopped her passionate sucking even for a second, Darius would chide her. Bad pet, I said don’t stop. Each time he called her a bad pet or dumb village girl hurt more than any slap he could’ve delivered, and rendered her need for his praise even bigger. Eventually, though, she managed to get it mostly off.
Gods, it feels even better when fully naked, she thought. Any semblance of rationality long gone from her head. Only one thing mattered at that moment, and it was sucking Darius’ big cock.
Just as her jaw was starting to really hurt, he said. “Get on the bed, pet.”
With an undignified yelp of excitement, she did as told. She sat on the edge, as primly as she could, shedding the bunched-up nightshift in the process. He fully stripped himself — which made her gush even further when she got a look at his well-muscled torso. Was he the model for the marble statues of imperial war heroes?
Darius closed the space between them in an instant. He grabbed her by the waist —and, Elise noted with heavy breaths, he could nearly span the length of it with just one hand— and picked her up. He maneuvered her effortlessly. Even if she’d wanted to struggle, she couldn’t have done anything against his strength. Before she realized what was happening, she was in the middle of the bed, on her hands and knees.
Darius climbed in after her, but instead of doing what Elise so desired and finally claiming her in bed, he went around her, until he was by her side. With a mean smirk he gestured for her hands. She offered them freely, and he guided them towards her back. Once there, he tied them firmly together. He gave a probing yank that rippled through her entire body. She couldn’t hold back her moan.
The bindings forced her into an awkward pose: without her arms in front of her to support her, she had to rest her head on the mattress. This caused her back to arch, and her ass and pussy to be presented invitingly behind her. She didn’t even bother struggling against her bindings, for she knew Darius to be skilled when handling ropes. She felt completely powerless. Totally and utterly exposed. She nearly quivered with excitement, and when an errant breeze reached between her legs, she gave a sharp breath.
“Reminds you of something, tiny?” He teased.
It did. The last time Darius had tied her up, he’d pocketed her key and made a copy. He’d left her like that, hands affixed to the bedposts with nasty knots, while he’d gone to the smithy. He’d been insufferable after. Teasing her about her ordeal, and not untying her until she’d finished him off multiple times. But perhaps the worst part was how easily he read that even though I was furious at him, I couldn’t resist doing as told.
Darius made his way back behind her. He cupped one of her ass cheeks with one hand. The anticipation was unbearable. All her thoughts lead to one place and one place only: Darius’ cock inside of her.
“P-please,” she mewed.
“Please what, tiny?”
“Just… please!”
“Use your words, pet,” he chuckled. She couldn’t see him from her vantage, but she knew he had the most cocky smirk plastered all over his face.
“Please fuck me, Darius!”
“Aw, but what about Matty, pet?” He accompanied his mean-spirited trading with a probing finger that danced over the folds of her pussy. Whatever guilt she felt at asking someone other than her betrothed to fuck her was instantly forgotten, in its stead a neediness and arousal unmatched by anything her village lover had ever done.
“For all the gods, Darius… p- please…”
“Good pet.”
He grabbed her waist with one hand, and guided himself in with the other. The second she felt the head of his cock make its way inside her, she shuddered, almost overcome with pleasure. She let out a long moan. Inch by inch he pushed himself inside of her. He didn’t go slowly out of a sense of gentleness or care. No, he went slowly because he knew she craved him. He knew that she wanted him as deep as he could go. And he’d never give her everything she wanted without tormenting her first. And that makes it so much more intense.
Darius bottomed out, causing Elise to shiver and drool and say half-words half-moons. Her eyes had rolled halfway back in dreamlike sexual pleasure. Just as slowly as he’d thrusted in, he pulled out, until just the tip of his cock was inside. She felt him slide and immediately craved the fullness of his cock in the deepest reaches of her body. And yet this craving was pleasurable, too. Elise was shaking. How could pulling out feel just as good as him going in?
Then, without warning, he thrust forward. Quickly. Roughly. Without holding back.
Elise came violently. Her mind went completely blank, and all she could think about was her body and the immense pleasure she was feeling. It spread in waves, outwards from her pussy. Her legs shook uncontrollably, and she wiggled her bound body as much as Darius’ firm grasp would let her.
But Darius gave her no quarter. He started a rhythmic thrusting movement while she was still mid-orgasm. This produced a new wave of pleasure. Wholly different from the one before, but just as good. It was accompanied by a loud moan. She wasn’t mewing sultry now, she was outright screaming in pleasure.
Her perception of the world closed in on her body and Darius. Every sensation was magnified. Every sound echoed in her mind. Her vision was partially blocked by tears of pleasure. Her next orgasm came when he slapped her ass at the same time as he tugged her bound wrists.
She rolled from one orgasm into another. There were no brakes between them. She stopped being able to think, and managed only to feel. To feel Darius’ massive cock inside of her. His rough caresses and slaps. His balls, bouncing against her skin, sometimes hitting that particularly sensible spot of her. The buckling of his hips and the contact they made with hers when he bottomed her out.
“Fucking hell, tiny, you feel so good,” he cooed. “Soon enough, Matty’s tiny fucking cock is going to be locked in my cage. He won’t be able to get it up, and I’ll keep fucking you harder and harder every night.”
Hearing him talk about Matty that way… was exciting. It was the thrill of the forbidden, of that which is wrong. She resented herself deeply for feeling that way, but she couldn’t help but cum again listening to Darius’ words. He’s a conqueror and I’m the spoils, she thought. He has every right to belittle the losing enemy. She let out a high-pitched, animalistic whine, and felt her pussy contract and press against his cock. It was a magical feeling. It threatened to make her pass out.
Darius growled. He shifted the hand that was holding her wrists to her waist. With both his hands, he easily spanned it. He tightened his hands, and started thrusting even harder. Elise had thought it impossible, and yet she found a new depth of pleasure. She came immediately, of course, and she could’ve sworn she felt the next orgasm build as she came.
“I already have the keys to the cages or a few other country boys. I got them the same way I got Matty’s. Soon, I’ll buy an estate, and I’ll hire all of them as servants. Imagine that, tiny?”
Elise was too far gone to reply. She could barely make sense of his words.
“A small army of chaste, humble boys like Matty. Little guys whose women I’ve fucked into submission countless times, all at the ready to serve and service me. They’ll put on some pink, girlish livery and they’ll fucking clean my house.”
A slap on her ass that made her forget her name.
“They’ll resist, at first. But I’ll pay them so much silver, tiny. Obscene amounts of silver to be my cock-locked servants. Matty will abandon his ridiculous dream of being a blacksmith. Sam will forget all about medicinal herbs. They’ll have to live under my roof, and clean my furniture.”
He pulled out, which made Elise nearly scream again. She felt queasy and weak and empty without Darius’ cock inside. He twisted her in one swift movement and laid her on her back. The position was uncomfortable, for her arms were still tied behind her, but the second he pushed her knees back and entered her again, she forgot all about the discomfort. It was pure sexual bliss.
“And the best part, tiny?” They locked eyes. He lifted her waist just a smidge and thrust again. She came one last time as he spoke: “They’ll have to listen to me through the walls, making their wives scream in pleasure every other night.”
It felt like her orgasm had lasted for hours. Only when it’d passed, did she feel Darius’ thick, warm cum inside of her. She was completely and utterly spent, nearly without the energy needed to twist herself so she could untie her. She managed that much before crawling into bed, naked and filled as she was.
She watched Darius don his clothing and weapon back on, and grab the cage off her desk. He looked satisfied, but nowhere near as beat as her. He really could keep that up for hours, couldn’t he?
“Did you mean all of that?” She whispered.
He nodded. “Don’t worry tiny. I’ll let you unlock his cage once or twice a year. You can use your hands on him, if you still think of him as a man.”
By the time Darius let himself out, Elise was deep in slumber. And when she dreamt, she didn’t dream of Matty, her lover. She dreamt of Matty, Darius’ servant.
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