[M] Waiting Impatiently

A smile lit up her face, the Demon's eyes glowing brightly as she kissed him deeply.

"I'm so happy."

Slowly she got to her feet, giving the Lycan's chain a soft pull, she was not done with him for the night, not yet, they still had a lot of playing to do.

"Follow me."

She muttered softly as she led him toward one of the padded leather tables and perched herself on the edge of it, her legs crossed over each other.

She pulled on the chain again, coaxing him down to meet her lips again as she kissed him passionately.

Her legs spread apart as his body slipped between them.
"Zakhar, watching you come made me all wet, clean it up for me?"

She asked, as she pulled the chain, guiding his head lower as she spread her legs a little wider.

He returned her bright smile with a small one of his own.

She was beautiful when she smiled. Zakhar groaned mentally at that thought. He was already acting like a lovesick fool and he had only agreed to be a Slave a few moments ago. she was beautiful when she did this, she looked radiant when she did that. Bleh, it was sickening.

But, though disgusted with his actions, he kissed her back eagerly.

Zakhar pushed himself off the table when she tugged his leash, following her obediently when she pulled him along.

He kissed her eagerly once again, hands raising to fist in her hair with a low purr.

A groan sounded when she spoke. Dirty talk. He loved it.

"Yes Mistress." Zakhar knelt in front of the woman, nestling himself in between her spread legs. He kissed her inner thigh softly before his tongue ran over her with a low purr.

Belial draped her legs over his shoulders, a loud purr rumbling in her chest as he knelt down between her legs.

Seeing Zakhar compliant and eager to please her sated her more than anything else, this is what she liked, devoted servitude.

A small moan left her lips as he licked her, Belial's violet eyes gazed down at him, swirling with the lust that had been building up there since she had first chained him to the wall.

She eyed the collar around his neck, it was common, used by many people who frequented this dungeon, she would have to get him a new one, she didn't like the thought of something that had been sullied by others being a mark of her ownership of him.

He pressed closer to her, tongue parting her gently before delving into her.

The tip of his tongue flicked against her clit repeatedly as his hands smoothed over her thighs.

Zakhar felt calm. He felt subservient. He didn't feel this often. He rarely felt the need to put someone else's pleasure above his own. Zakhar was a man that looked after himself, everyone else be damned.

But Belial had been nothing but kind to him, even through the torture. She had been there, touching him, stroking him, speaking to him. She had healed and cooked for him. She had keen kind.

He felt he owed her this. She was a kind woman that wanted someone to worship her; be devoted to her. That much was obvious from how much effort she had put into trying to persuade him to become her Slave.

He could do that. She was a great woman and if she allowed him the freedom that she had enticed him with, he had no problems with giving her that devotion.

Belial gave a gentle moan, her back arching slightly as his tongue flicked against her sensitive clit, she had been longing to be touched for some time now but she was not going to let Zakhar near her until he had submitted.

Her legs spread apart a little more as his tongue delved into her, funny how half and hour ago she couldn't put her finger in his mouth without it being mauled and now he was happily pleasuring her with his tongue without so much as a growl.

The Demon was not known for being kind or generous, she had a reputation for being malicious, spiteful and deceitful; no more than a Demon who did not act unless it benefited her.

Though in most cases that were true, but it wasn't to say that what ever the deal was that benefited him would not be equally or more beneficial to the other person.

"You're so wet, Mistress," he purred softly, tongue running over his damp lips as he looked up at her.

Talking like this without permission was out of line and he knew it. It was a small act of defiance on his part. He wanted to assure himself that he wouldn't be completely under Belial's control just yet. He could still fight back even if it was only a small disobedience.

One of Zakhar's hands smoothed up her thigh to press against her, rubbing gently before two fingers pushed into her.

He thrust the fingers slow and deep as his mouth descended again, tongue lapping over her clit.

She overlooked the fact that he had spoken out of line, the words he had purred pleased her so she could forgive that, as long as it did not become too much of a regular occurrence.

She did however tug on the leash as his fingers pushed into her, wrapping the chain around her hand as she pulled him up from between her legs.

"Zakhar, did I tell you to use your fingers?"
She asked, tilting her head, Belial had told him to clean, not make more of a mess.

The Demon tutted softly and slipped off of the table, instead pushing him down onto it.

"Roll onto your stomach."
She instructed as she moved to the side of the table.

He swallowed thickly when she tugged him upwards. He had overstepped boundaries.

He knew what that would lead to.

"No, Mistress," he answered, eyes dropping from hers respectfully. Not was not the time to stand up against her. Even little things like looking her in the eye would be a defiance that could lead to a harsh punishment if she was in a punishing mood. He didn't want to provoke her any more than he already had.

He swallowed again and rolled onto his stomach obediently.

Here came the punishment.

"You know better than most how to behave Zakhar, that wasn't yours to touch, and you wont touch me unless I tell you to, verbally or otherwise."

He had to learn to read her body, especially the difference between when she was inviting him to touch her and when she was simply teasing him with her body.

The Demon's hand came down roughly on his backside, her palm meeting his cheek with an audible crack, her hand print automatically welting onto his skin.

She spanked him four times, harshly, twice for speaking out of turn and one more for each finger that had touched her.

Belial had always liked spanking, granting there were other things that she could do that were more painful, but she didn't need to beat him black and blue, it was a small error on his behalf and as such she could correct it without doing excessive damage to him.

Though if he knowingly did it again, he would be getting something far harsher.

"On your back."

"Yes, Mistress."

He knew how to and how not to behave. He had been taught the hard way. He had been beaten into submission brutally and shown the ropes. What he had to do to survive.

Zakhar jerked when her hand came down on his backside.

He gave a hiss and a low moan every time the hand met his skin.

Belial was serious. If he did something out of line, he would get punish. As simple as that. She didn't want a Brat, she wanted a Slave. If he wanted to get out of Sessions without being beaten black and blue he had to behave.

"Yes Mistress." Zakhar pushed himself up, shifting until he was sat on the table. He winced a little. His ass was sore and sitting on it was less than pleasant. After a moment, the Lycan laid out on the table, eyes flickering up to the Demon.

Belial propped herself up on the edge of the table before perching herself up on his pelvis.

They had come a long way today, something she had expected to happen over a few sessions had been achieved in one, she wanted to celebrate.

"Zakhar, how long as it been since you have been with a woman?"

She asked, her head tilting slightly to the side, she could smell sex on him, but it carried the scent of men, she could not help but think that his eagerness earlier came from the lack of female attention in his life.

His lips parted to answer but then paused.

When was the last time he had been with a woman?

Before he had bet Lino. A week before before? Possibly more. Something like that. He didn't remember exact dates.

"Eight months?" Even he sounded unsure of it. It could have been longer. It probably was longer.

It had been a long time since he had had a woman.

A soft smile appeared on her lips as looked down at him, that was too long, far too long to go without experiencing the feel of a woman.

"Oh dorogoy, that is just far too long."

She replied, a bit of pity sounding in her voice, men were strong, fierce lovers, but women were just to supple and their touch was simply too divine to pass up.

Belial leaned down and kissed his deeply as her body moved against his, grinding against his pelvis.

She leaned down and purred her words into his ear.
"Since it has been so long you can touch me now."
The Demon had no problems with being touched, just not when she had instructed him to do something different.

Belial pressed herself firmly up against the Lycan's member, her body still hot and wet from the earlier attention of his tongue.
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Darling

Far too long. He knew that.

He had missed the gentle caress woman had. Even when being rough they found a way to caress and pleasure him.

Even the feminine and gentle Lino just couldn't compare to the touch of a woman.

He gave a moan when she purred in his ear. "Thank you, Mistress."

His hands slid up her thighs slowly to grasp her backside, pulling her down against him as he ground his hips upwards with a low moan.

She ground down against him with a soft moan, rotating her hips and her hands sprawled out across his chest.

Belial leaned down to kiss him softly before sit up and lifting herself off of him slightly as she positioned herself above his arousal.

Pushing back down she gave a low groan as the man was forced deep inside of her.

Her back arched slightly as she sat up on him, moving her hips slowly as he filled her completely.

The Demon looked down at him with a lustful gaze as she began to move herself.

Zakhar's eyes flickered over him, eyes sparking with lustful anticipation when she lifted herself off of him.

He groaned, eyes sliding closed and head lolling back when she sank back down onto him.

His hands gripped her backside tighter as she began to move her hips, uttering quiet oaths in Russian.

Fucking a woman was so different from fucking a man. No more or less enjoyable but definitely a great experience. Men didn't feel like this. The slick heat of her around him forced a loud moan from his throat.

His eyes met hers and he moaned her name softly. Not her title, her name.

Belial gave the chain a sharp tug in reprimand for calling her name, not that she didn't like the sound of him calling out her name.

She did rather enjoy it, but she was going to keep Zakhar on a short leash for these little misbehaviors for the beginning of their relationship, she didn't want him getting too comfortable and becoming complacent and disobedient.

The loud moans that she pulled from him were intoxicating and she hadn't even begun fucking him yet, she wondered just how loudly she could get him to cry out by having sex with him like this.

That thought had a small grin appearing on her lips as she started moving faster, Belial rocked against him hard, moving up until he was nearly out of her before forcing him back into her, a soft groan escaping her lips with each downward thrust.

His eyes squeezed shut when the chain was tugged. "Sorry, Mistress." No calling her by her name. He could do that.

He had to learn these little things. What she preferred to be called, how she expected him to react to little things like gentle touches to his skin or sharp tugs on his hair.

He had to learn and memorise all of this.

Zakhar's moans echoed Belial's with each downward thrust she gave that he met with an upwards thrust of his own hips.

She smiled down at him as he apologized and leaned down to capture his lips with hers again, kissing the man passionately as she pressed up against him, still moving her body to thrust against him.

It would take time but he would learn what she expected of him and what was appropriate behavior, taking a new master or slave was always a learning process.

Her hands tangled in his hair as she gripped it tightly, her body was pressed up tightly against his as she moved with more ferocity, the forceful downward thrusts causing their bodies to slide against the leather of the table.

She pulled her lips away from his as her breaths came in small pants.

His lips curled up into a small smile in return to hers, eyes sliding shut when her lips pressed against his. His lips moved against hers with a low moan.

Learning would take time. Depending on how long Belial wanted him to stay around and how many Sessions they had, the learning process would either be quick or slow. The more Sessions and interaction they had, the quicker he would learn what was expected of him.

Zakhar groaned lowly as her thrusts became even more forceful, returning the harsh thrusting with hard thrusting of his own hips.

He loved this. It was harsh, it was passionate, it was primal.

He wanted more.

His hands slid up to the woman's chest, tugging at the piercings in her nipples sharply as he gazed up at her.

Belial moaned as her piercing was tugged sharply, her lips parting slightly as she panted softly.

The look in her eyes became more heated, the lust that was present before twisting into something more primal and raw.

Her head tilted down as she caught Zakhar's decorative nipple ring between her teeth, sucking on the small nub firmly before giving it a sharp nip.

Her mouth trailed up his chest, lapping over his collar bone before she reached his neck.

Belial trailed her tongue over the nail flesh of his neck before she bit down on it harshly, sucking firmly on the skin trapped between her teeth as she marked his skin.

Her body continued to move against him, thrusting with the same power and determination.

That moan. She liked her piercings being played with.

With a purr, the Lycan continued to toy with the woman's nipples; pinching them, tugging them, rolling them between his fingers.

He wanted to please his Mistress and if she found this arousing, then he'd carry on doing it.

Zakhar moaned softly when her teeth enclosed around one of his nipples.

A soft gasp sounded when her teeth sank into his neck, his head tilting back to offer more of his throat to her.

He was collared and now he was marked. Zakhar definitely belonged to Belial now. There was no way he could deny it. He was Belial's to do with what she wanted. The thought was both a scary and arousing one.

As she continued to thrust, he could feel the heat smouldering in his stomach.

It frustrated him a little. This would be the second time he would come and his Mistress still hadn't come once. He was disappointed with that. He wanted her to come.

One hand slid from one of the woman's breasts while the other continued to tug and pinch her other nipple. The hand slid down her stomach and over her navel, pressing against her clit. He rubbed small circles around it slowly.

Belial gave another gentle mewling moan as her nipples were played with, leaning forward into the man's touch, pressing her breasts against his hands.

A smile appeared on her lips as he offered his neck to her, that was an act of Lycan submission if she had ever seen one, for a wolf it was one of the most submissive acts that they could do.

She bit him again, biting into his skin until she left deep indents but did not break the skin.

Her tongue trailed across the marks, the tip of her tongue delving into each tooth indent as a soft purr sounded in her chest.

Belial's back arched as she moaned, pressing down against the hand that was now playing with her.

The teasing of her clit was stimulating her immensely but she needed him to move his fingers faster as she could start to feel the gentle licks of flames deep in her pelvis.

Instead of giving him an order to move faster she wanted to test his ability to read her body, her hands gripped onto his hair as she moved up to kiss him deeply as her body rubbed and arched against his.

He moaned softly as she bit into his neck harshly; a soft purr sounding immediately after when her tongue traced over the indented skin.

It was subtle but that action was a promise of pleasure. If he could withstand the pain that she would inflict, he would he rewarded. She would reward him with gentle, pleasurable touches if he pleased her enough.

The arching of the back and moan was a good sigh. Zakhar had to be careful here. If he overstepped any boundaries or did something to make her displeased, Belial would punish him. He had already experienced that and knew that it would happen again without a second thought if he stepped out of line.

The circular movement of his fingers sped up when she rubbed against him, forming much tighter circles.

"Come for me, please Mistress," he whispered softly.

That could be taken as an order rather than a plead. if she took it as an order, he would seriously be stepping out of line. He hoped she didn't take it as an order.

Belial would always do little things to assert her dominance and affirm herself as Zakhar's Master, nips, bites, marking him. Though for everything he endured he would be rewarded for, it was how she had always operated.

The fast and firm rubbing of her clit mixed with the gentle pleads of her Slave sent her barreling towards to edge as her thrust became more erratic and jolted.

With a loud moan she hit her climax, her body throbbed and constricted around his member firmly as she came hard against him.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she continued to move against him, coaxing him towards his release as her body throbbed against him in after shocks of her orgasm.

"Come Zakhar."
Unlike his, that was not a plead but an order in its simplest form.