And because of that, Sara wanted it even more.
I'm so filthy...a willing, filthy little girl in his hands.
Then Braze drew his hand up along Sara's back only to plunge down again, this time slipping under the thin elastic waistband of her panties.
Skin against hot skin. His strong, corded hand upon her full, blushing curves. Sara wanted to reach to Braze, to pull him tight against her. But, the chain was pinned under Braze's own body and Sara could barely move.
And, for just a flicker of a moment, she had time to notice that the manacle had slipped down her wrist to nearly cover her hand. For the space of an instant, she realized that the thing had been forged for men with no thought given to imprisoning a woman.
Then Braze was at her, pulling her panties down past her ankles to fall away to the floor.
His hands were upon her breasts, slipping inside her bra, then, this too was cast aside as his hard body pressed against her. Strong fingers took her nipples in their grasp and pinched hard as he ran his lips along her neckline. The sensation blazed like wildfire down her body, pinning her with dual spikes of mingled pleasure and pain.
"Master...please," Sara breathed, pushing herself back against him. "Please."
Fire lanced at her breasts as he gripped her nipples even harder, twisting them as he said, "That is for me to decide."
She could feel his member rigid against her bottom. She could feel him moving, readying himself to take her.
Sara did not want to cry again...but she was coming dangerously close, her need dragging a whimper from between her lips.
The desire, the pain in her voice, lifted his cock in a hard twitch, then Braze drew back, breaking the physical connection between them.
A shudder rippled through her. It rocked through her flesh and Sara was not sure what was happening, then it happened again. Cool air slipped in to take the place of her man as he leaned back from her, then fire exploded between her legs as he impaled her.
His member was enormous, filling her full, as he stabbed his pelvis forward. Once more, Sara's teeth clicked with the force that rocked her body, then she cried out with the delicious agony of it all.
Pounding into her hard, he was brutal. An animal. Sara felt him lifting up inside her, his cock jerking in a spasm signaling that he was losing all control. She grinned even as she squeezed her eyes shut and a single tear ran down her cheek. He was all she had ever wanted.
Then, without warning, he was gone.
Not understanding what had happened, Sara dared to look back and she saw him there, a hands-breadth of distance separating them that might have been a thousand miles for the regret she felt welling up.
Then, he was lifting up her leg with an arm that was absolutely massive. It was the first time she had seen him completely unclothed and he was magnificent.
The smallest gesture made his skin ripple as his muscles bunched in chiseled perfection. And black markings curled over his body, some shaped in sorts of symbols, others in serpentine coils.
He set himself between her legs, forcing them wide with a single hand and as he lifted up to tower over Sara, she saw something else and she screamed.
The gorgeous amber that filled his eyes with a light of gemstones had turned a bloody red. It was as if the devil himself had taken his place, lacking only the stink of brimstone and ash.
"Your eyes," she cried out, then tried to pull herself back, but the manacles and chain drew Sara up short.
Braze jerked his head to the side then growled like an enraged beast. With a suddenness that felt like violence, he leapt from the bed and Sara cowered as she watched him sweep the candelabra to the floor with his arm.
Darkness fell.
A perfect darkness in which Sara could see nothing. But, she could hear him. Very close, his breathing heavy.
Then he spoke, "What now, little slave? What to do?"
She did not reply. She was not sure he was posing her a question as much as thinking aloud.
Silence followed. Sara strained her ears, listening for something...anything.
It was though he had abandoned her, then Sara smelled an odor she had noted twice before.
There, deep under the château, a forest opened all around her. The scents of pine in the darkness, rich soil redolent in the air. The odor surrounded her whispering of savage truths in a ruthless, natural world. A world of which men had forgotten.
Then, next to her ear, a voice growled in the darkness.
"Can the little slave accept a beast for her master?"
It should have been too much. Some few simple words that veered into the rough lands of madness and of creatures that could not possibly exist. She heard his voice echoing with the story of the beast of Gévaudan. Too horrible, too far-fetched to be believed.
Except that Sara had come to know that the impossible walked in the world and in its long fingers it carried a battered derby hat and contracts written in human blood.