I took a seat in a plush burgundy armchair in the other corner of the room, and her eyes stared at me from across the room. She was doing her best to obey my command, and she swallowed her excitement until the defiance returned to her eyes.
"You're so fucking cruel," she spat out in her most defiant tone, then she began to squirm-but all she could do was suffer.
"Watch that tongue, princess," I told her. "Don't want me to do this to you for hours, do you?"
She cried out again, and I unzipped my chinos, pulling out my rock hard cock. The head was slick with precum, and I spread the clear drops over my length.
"Don't mind me," I said with a chuckle. "I'm just going to watch."
Violet pulled at her restraints and it made my cock throb to watch the helplessness register on her face and bring more soft little whimpers to her lips.
"Struggle all you want," I growled. "It's not going to help one bit. Now hold it and give me the fucking show I paid for."
She only struggled for a short time, then she leaned into the toy, letting it bring her back to the very edge of bliss.
"Don't you dare," I reminded her from my chair. "You know what I'll do if you come, princess."
More crying, more begging, more moaning. She was a fucking mess, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. My cock was swollen, demanding a release, but I had no intention of stopping. Not until she broke.
You will give me what I want, princess. You’re going to be a beautifully broken toy that I can punish and use on command.
My hand moved up and down my cock, never enough to take me over the edge, but I savored every second of it. I watched for twenty straight minutes before her soft little whimpers turned into uncontrollable moans.
“Devlin, I can’t…” A loud gasp echoed in the room, followed by a scream that I savored even more than the symphony of whimpers.
“Now you will pay the price, princess.” I was on my feet in a second, grabbing a whip off the wall rack while she begged for mercy.
“Please! Don’t do this, master!” There was terror in her eyes, but I ignored it as I raised the whip and chose the spot for my first lash.
I didn't hold back with the hits over her exposed back, and when I whipped her, she moaned so much I was half-convinced she'd come again.
If she does, I might come too…
The red marks from the whip adorned Violet’s delicate skin when I was finished. I returned the leather whip to the wall rack and sat down. It took thirty-two minutes before she finally accepted her fate. Her body sagged, and she cried openly, begging me to release her. She was so desperate, so pliable.
Her pussy had dripped all over the toy, soaking the floor. I knew she was ripe for what I was going to do to her next.
I reached her in three long steps and she started moaning the second my fingers touched hers. I shoved my cock into my pants and zipped up, then stroked her hair while I unbuckled her from the bench.
"No coming, princess," I reminded her, and she nodded, hiccupping in an effort not to cry out. "Come on, crawl closer."
She practically fell off the seat, coming closer and presenting herself in the perfect submissive position - palms on the floor before me, head down, kneeling.
"We're going to go on a little trip," I told her. "If you please me, I will let you come—I’ll make it incredible. If you don't, you won't get to come again for a week."
She’s so turned on right now that a week sounds like an eternity—she’s exactly where I want her.
“Please no…” She cried in protest but she didn’t move from her position on the floor.
"Either way, after that, your punishment will be over," I added. "Now stand up, princess. Follow me for the next hour."
She stood up and shivered. Goosebumps spread across her skin from the chill. The red marks from the whip glistened in the light.
I strolled out of the room, and she fell into step behind me. I could hear how turned on she was, her breaths shallow and needy, her arms reaching out for me at least twice. But she always changed her mind at the last minute, never quite touching me. I still noticed, though.
Her body stiffened when I closed the playroom. She realized how vulnerable she was. That wherever I went, she'd be forced to follow. And she was completely exposed.
I walked down the hallway. The first person we ran into was the maid, Belle.
"Hello," I said pleasantly, and she bowed her head, keeping her eyes off Violet. "Say hello, Violet."
"Hello," she muttered, cowering behind me.