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.
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.
She knew the man. To her he was beautiful in more ways than she could have described. A simple fact remained. She wanted him...all of him.
Unaware of how she found the courage, Sara whispered a single word.
"Yes."
There was nothing more for a moment. All hung in delicate balance as Sara waited for the moment to tip over to whatever destiny meant for her.
Then she felt the bed sag under the weight of her master.
Roughly, he pushed her legs wide, flattening her back against the bed, and without prelude, his cock slid deeply inside her.
Together they rocked against one another. Like wild animals, the two of them rutted in bestial heat.
Sara heaved herself up against Braze. He followed suit, plunging in and out of her relentlessly. Sara wanted to bring her hands to his back, to feel him under her fingertips, perhaps to rake her nails down his sides.
Chains held her and instead, she had to content herself with wrapping her legs around him, desperately clasping him between her thighs.
Braze rode her until Sara cried out one last time, then she felt her abdomen tighten in hard, just behind her navel, as pleasure burst like a nova behind her eyes.
She knew he could feel her clenching around him and running him to the razor's edge. Braze slipped a hand down against Sara's mound, then forced the heel of his hand against her apex.
The effect was immediate as Sara bucked like a wild horse in the throes of climax and pain.
And with a roar, Braze came hard, blowing like a storm bred demon deep, deep inside her.
Long muscles trembled then clenched to let go once again. Echoes of fire licked along nerves as they sagged against one another, their breaths coming raggedly while sweat rolled down both their bodies.
Then, with a loud crack that could have been a bolt of lightning, Sara was blinded by a burst of light.
White, argent fire filled the dungeon room, all of it coming from the hand of a haggard man standing at the doorway. A long trench coat billowed about his legs and in the hand opposite that which held the electric lamp was a shining sword.
Sara struggled against the brightness, straining to open her eyes, and as she did, she felt the bed rebound as a half man half wolf leapt to face the newcomer.
The beast roared, revealing a mouth bristling with long fangs that looked capable of shearing solid bone.
But the man stood where he was and his eyes shone with the light of a righteous man. One who knew that he held the strength of the divine in his hands as he readied himself to strike the monster down.
In a flash of recognition, Sara remembered his steel grey eyes. The look of manic zeal that she had taken for insanity.
And she screamed as she watched the homeless man who had mysteriously followed her home the night before advance upon the wolf she had chosen for her own.
"Prepare yourself, beast," he said, as he circled toward the werewolf, "Oblivion is a far better home for you than this world."
He held himself ready, feeling the calm wind of his sworn purpose bring his weapon to bear. The hackles of the creature rose further, its eyes red rimmed with hatred for what he was about to do.
The motion was minuscule, but the grey eyed man saw it all the same. The wolf had shifted a foot just a fraction, the muscles of one thigh drawing tight.
Here it comes, he thought. That my sacred task guide my hand.
But, with a scream loud enough to wake the dead, the woman who had been chained to the bed just a moment before appeared between them.
She was stark naked and blood ran down both her arms as she threw herself between his weapon and the beast.
"No!" she screamed as she placed a hand upon the creature's chest. It's great jaws opened wide, then snapped down upon empty air.