"A single word from you and I shall bring you his heart upon a platter, Sara. His name is all I require."
Sara nodded as something like hope filled her. His beautiful face looked grimly down at her, but it was with concern and for that she felt gratitude that nearly overwhelmed her.
Braze brought his hand to her face and gently brushed away the tears that still streamed down her cheeks.
"For the moment, you shall stop weeping, Sara. Your lesson begins now and you will submit to me. Bite back that which serves nothing and prepare to learn."
Sara willed herself calm, searching for an eye of peace within the whirlwind of emotions storming inside her. With supreme effort, she slowed her breathing and focused upon the man whose eyes were filled with her and only her.
Finally, she calmed down enough to speak.
"Thank you..." she hesitated, then finished with, "...Master."
Braze did not smile, nor nod his head. He continued looking at her with a concentration that felt inhuman. Sara looked back at him, unsure if he waited for her to flinch away, or if he would take it as a sign of weakness.
Before she could decide one way or another, he took her shoulder in his hand and pulled upward, saying, "Roll over, my little slave."
Sara turned to the side, one arm forced back slightly as its chain came up short.
"You have not been as forthcoming as you should have been...and willfully so. For that transgression, I must punish you.
"And, for that, I have no need for something so crude as a leather belt. Not when my hand suffices."
With brusque movements, Sara's skirt was unzipped then quickly stripped away. She was exposed wearing only panties with a simple floral print. When she had chosen them she had thought that they were sexy with just enough of a little girl touch to make them naughty.
And, with a crack that resounded from the stone walls, Sara felt heat blossom across her bottom. He hit her hard enough that her entire body jolted and her teeth clicked together.
Braze did it again and again, moving from one cheek to the other and back again. And as he paddled her openhanded, his breath took on the cadence of his arm.
It was like fire, burning across her skin. And with each strike, Sara felt the flesh of her bottom recoil and jiggle in the most delicious way.
"You..." another blow landed, "...like..." and another, "...this...little slave." It was not a question. He had simply stated a fact and it was punctuated with the rhythm of his punishment.
She remembered that he did not want her to move while he went about his business. But, Sara could not help herself when, after each crack of his hand, her hips began to flex, pushing back at him. Giving herself over to his ministrations...asking for more when words were not permitted.
It was no accident that his hand began to strike lower, centered. As she gasped with each stinging blow, she knew that she had soaked through her little girl panties, that her lips were showing through cotton that had become more transparent with each smack he administered.
The pain fell lower, more concentrated.
Oh...he so knows what he's doing....
He was landing more of his palm against her nether lips and the jolt of pain Sara felt there was simply divine.
She did not want to...she knew that it was aberrant, not normal. But, she was falling hard for the man who could dole out such exquisite penalties.
He makes me want to be bad...very bad. Anything for more of...of...this.
The motions of her hips became more frank, clear in their intent. Sara thrust herself back at him, her bottom flexing and lifting to present herself to him. She was a thing in heat, rabid with a desire that showed.
It was not without effect.
Braze's hand ceased to fall and as Sara heard her own breathing coming hard and heavy, she heard his own in matching counterpoint.
She felt him moving behind her and she heard a rustling, what sounded like a shirt being undone and pants being taken down.
"I tell you, I am fevered for you, Sara."
His words were hot upon her ear as he placed his chest against her back.
"My restraint fails me."
She felt him reaching down to cup her hot bottom with one hand, then his hand slid lower, rolling her flesh in his grasp as he went.
Then, Sara gasped. It was the strangest feeling. Completely foreign and unexpected. Then it came again as Braze ran his thumb across her anus.
She shivered.
Oh...my...God....
He did it again and again, then the rest of his hand pressed against the wet of her crotch while his thumb rolled across the opening of her chute through the fabric of her panties.
"We have so much to discover, you and I, little slave. I want to show you just what you are capable of."
His touch was electric as he came again and again to stroke the forbidden. It was taboo...wrong.