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I pound my fists above my head as I scream my frustration to the heavens, ignoring both his laughter and the tears streaming down my face. My body shakes with need as he eases his hips in between my legs. With a sigh, he skims his palms up and down my outer thighs.

“I own every inch of you, mate. And that includes your orgasms. Every small bit of you is mine.” He pauses to swipe his finger across my clit, making my body tremble with need. “You will do well to learn that.”

He leaves me and heads back over to the rack of items lining the wall. The clack of his hooves against the wooden floor throbs in my brain in an unending refrain. Each beat reminds me that he’s real. All of this is real. With a feral groan, Asmon pounds his fists against the wall then grabs at his head and twists about. Fear flutters through my heart making my breath quicken. After a few moments, his body shimmers and morphs until he’s back to the man he was earlier. His horns and tail are still there, but his body is more like a human. A fine sheen of sweat covers him, proof of his exertions.

Turning, he pins me with a molten glare. “I will not let him be the one to punish you. I can only control so much when the beast is fully out.” He must have heard my sigh of relief because his lips twitch up into a half smile. “Oh, you think this will save you?” Turning back towards the rows of tools, his lips lift a bit further. “You would have rather had him be the one to discipline you.” He slides his fingers down the gleaming wood of the implement in front of him, as if in deep thought. “He thinks of you fondly. As a mate even.” Snorting, he continues to touch other items. “Foolish beast that he is thinks that he can have you. But we know better, don’t we?”

His haunted gaze burns through me as he pins me with his stare. Such grief, such longing. I want to reach out and touch him, but the restraints keep me pinned to the bench. No one should look that sad. My brain screams at me to not let my guard down. He’s still a kidnapper, even if he’s mythical and not human. I can’t let myself fall for anything, no matter how broken or beguiling he may seem.

Not looking for an answer, he turns back to the rack. Thankfully, as he runs his fingers through the hanging items, he doesn’t seem inclined to grab the square thing again. That stung like a mofo. His long fingers tap his lips as he contemplates his option. Fear and arousal intermingle in my body. Every inch of me is primed. But I can’t decide if I want to flee or submit.

After grabbing a few things, he heads back over to the bench, deposits his items, then grabs a pole from nearby. It has two straps, one on each side. Without a word, he fits the straps one on each thigh, just above the knee, before twisting the pole until my knees are as spread apart as possible. Looking down at his handiwork, he gives a nod of approval before picking up the first item.

It has a dark handle, almost as dark as his fur, with long, white tails coming from the end of it. It looks soft, but knowing Asmon, looks are probably deceiving. He slides the tails up stomach, revealing they are indeed soft. In fact, they feel similar to his tail. Shivering, I lie back and try to relax, try to feel the sensations and absorb them. There's so much he's showing me and teaching me that a part of me feels like I should be grateful. Without him, I'd never known that I'd want to kill a man for stopping just at my point of orgasm. That's a lesson I'm sure I'll never forget.

"Hmmmm. You seem so far away from me, perhaps I should bring your attention back to me?" With a flick of his wrist, the tails catch the underside of my left breast, leaving me breathless as a line of fire explodes onto the skin.

"What the fuck!" I shriek, pulling back from the sudden pain.

Tsking, Asmon looks down at me, pity and disappointment heavy in his eyes. Hell. I wasn't supposed to speak.

"Poor little human. You just can't resist, can you?" He slides his hand over to the side of the bench and pulls up a small cock attached to some straps. "Perhaps I shall help your lack of restraint."

Asmon lowers the cock to my face, and I toss my head back and forth. No way in hell I'll let him put that thing into me. He smirks and tilts it back up before bringing it down to my aching pussy. With a large grin, he rubs the tip of it across my clit, his eyes dancing every time I moan. Asmon pulls the head away before bumping it into me, over and over. Groaning, I chase after it, needing to release. Pulling it back one more time, he slides it to the hilt into my fluttering channel. Unfortunately, its short size makes it only aggravating and not orgasmic. Despite how hard he's pumping it in and out, it's only teasing me, and building up my need. Grunting in frustration, I move my hips, trying to meet each of his strokes. Maybe if I pound hard enough against it, it will go deep enough to let me find relief.

The obscene noises of my fucking fill the air. The smell of lust and sex is thick and potent. I need so desperately to come. "Please, oh please," I whisper. How many times has this man made me beg? I've lost count at this point, but I'll do whatever he asks of me just to find my sweet release. Asmon drags the cock out of me and forces it past my lips and teeth before I can even fathom what he's doing. The flavor of my arousal explodes on my tongue. The small taste he gave me earlier is nothing compared to this.

Because the cock is short, I don't gag on it, but it's still an intrusion I'm not used to having in my mouth. It takes a few moments to relax my tongue and allow the phallus to sit inside. As I focus on dragging air through my nose, Asmon lifts my head and buckles the gag in place. He pulls back and watches me as I toss my head about, trying to dislodge it. Nothing I do loosens it.

"There now," he croons, sliding his hand over my hair. "That's a good girl. Take my cock while I punish you, and I'll give you your orgasm."

Tears prick my eyes as he pulls his hand away. That one soft touch is enough to undo me. I want him to stay just this way: touching me with those loving caresses, looking at me with such warmth. It fills a need in me I didn't realize I had. Until that moment, I didn't realize how utterly lonely my life was.

Chapter Seven: Asmon

I look down at my little mortal, taking in the small tears. What makes her cry? Acting on instinct, I sweep them away before pulling back to my duties. Her cheeks are delightfully flushed, same as her body. Normally, I don't deny any of my miscreants the right to an orgasm, but for some reason, it's different with Caitlin. I want every inch of her. Ever moan, every squirm. All of it is mine. Picking the flogger back up, I swish it about a few times, noting the widening of her eyes. My cock throbs as I look down at her, spread just for me. Her arousal still glistens on her lower lips, and I fight hard with myself not to go down there and finish the job.

I have to get through this punishment before her or I can get off. If I don't, I'm liable to take her to bed and never let her go, her various crimes be damned. But that's not fair to her. She needs this chance to atone. Gritting my teeth, I trail the flogger over her skin, watching her body dip and bow with every small drag. Her eyes are still alert, but I'm already seeing the signs of her giving in fully to me. I just have to push the right button.

Picking up my rhythm, I pound out a steady beat with the flogger. Right breast, left breast, over and over. The hits are shallow, just grazing her skin, getting her used to the sensation. As she sags back against the bench, I step forward half a step and increase the intensity. Over and over in an age-old rhythm, I continue, getting closer and closer, harder and harder, by increments, until her breasts are jostling with the force I'm putting on them. I scrutinize her face, watching every passing emotion that flits across it. Her body trembles in its bonds, quaking with every blow.

Moans, stifled by the gag, still well up out of her. Not as loud, but just as erotic. Switching things up, I flick my wrist with every hit, making the tails slap against the underside of one breast then the top side of the other. The loud snaps of leather against flesh fill the room. Precum leaks freely from my tip, but I'm too invested in her reactions to notice. Besides, they'll be time later for me, when I'm shoved down her throat, giving Caitlin her last punishment. The thought alone makes my cock jump up. I just have to hold out for a little while longer.

Moving down, I do the same thing to her stomach and then her thighs until her body is pink and warmed up. Already her eyes are glossing over as she looks at me. So close to where I need her to be. Soon, she'll start spilling all her secrets. Brushing my hands up and down her warm skin, she shivers and writhes at my touch.

I glide my fingers just a bit lower and smile at how aroused she is. Leaning over, I undo the spreader bar and toss it to the side. After I undo her leg restraints, I ease her body over until she's back into the proper keeling position. I stand back and watch her. Her ass jumps and jiggles as she makes herself as comfortable as possible. Every now and then, I catch her shift to where her weight isn't completely on her nipples.

Grinning, I pick up my flogger and proceed to give her back the same treatment as her front. Within minutes her shoulders and upper torso are a light pink. Making my way down, I decide to warm up her ass with another spanking. I just can't help it. I crave my hands on her. Before smacking her, I simply stand there, my fingers gripping into her supple flesh. I pry her cheeks apart and stare at her bottom hole, even as she squirms about, trying to deny me the pleasure. Releasing her for a moment, I slide my hands up and down her ass and thighs, warming up the skin beneath my fingers. Then, I set about laying my hand to her flesh. Her soft moans and sighs as I smack her bottom and thighs in a steady cadence flow through me and straight to my balls. They tighten up at the sight of her body pliant and pink for me.

I fist her hair into my hands and turn her face to the side so I can see her. Her pupils are completely blown out and her gaze has a soft, detached look to it. Perfect. I slide my finger around the gag, just to make sure she's getting enough air. Not seeing any signs of distress, I let my fingertips flutter about the straps for a moment. Setting her head back down onto the bench, I reach over and grab my leather strap. Excellent for correcting wayward young women. Standing back, I take my aim. With one, swift blow, I take the strap to her right butt cheek, watching in fascination as the skin and muscle ripple beneath the impact. It never ceases to amaze me. Her sharp intake of breath is the only sign she even felt it. In gradual increments her ass rises to me in silent begging. Fuck me, but I just watch her. None of my other girls responded as sweetly or beautifully as she is. It only takes a quick glance and heavy sniff to the air to know that she's far gone and aroused beyond all reason.

My beast struggles deep within me. I hold him back as best I can, but his clawing at my brain is an incessant white noise that I can't turn off. All I can do is just keep disciplining her. It's the only thing that quiets me. Raising my hand up again, I land a blow to her opposite cheek. Her whimpers and wriggles are adorable, but I don't stop. One blow after the other for ten more licks. I stop and smooth my hands over her inflamed skin. Already the welts pebble and mar her ass and legs, but to me, there's nothing more beautiful than a woman wearing my marks.

At this moment, her skin is mottled with pinks and reds, but come tomorrow, it will morph into bruises. More precum leaks at that delicious thought. Setting the strap down, I pick up the cane. I test it in my hands for a bit. It's flexible, but not the stingiest I own. I debate how badly I want to punish the wench, then decided to keep with the one I have. She'll be mine to torment for at least the next week. Best to spread things out a bit. Leaning over, I nuzzle my nose across the shell of her ear. She moans softly and arches her ass up to me.

Smiling, I slide my palm down her butt and across her lower lips. She jerks against my touch and grinds into me. The more she bares down, the further I slip my fingers away, giving her just enough to keep her panting, but not enough to get her off. I glide my fingers through her lips, trapping the inner labia in my grasp and tug slightly. She grunts and twists against the restraints. I simply smile and smack her ass, leaving the orb glistening with her own arousal.

"This is going to sting a bit. Take it like a good girl, and I'll let you confess and be done with for tonight." If I don't let up soon, it will be way too much for her. Already fatigue is setting in. I see it in every bunch of her muscles, in the lines and shadows on her face. What she needs is a good meal and some sleep. We can always continue tomorrow. No doubt her sins will leave her sitting pretty the entire time she's here.