[M] Waiting Impatiently

She had taken it as a plead.

She had come, not punished him. He was thankful for that; it meant he wouldn't get a punishment for this.

Zakhar moaned when she constricted around him, his hips stilling for as moment before their thrusting started up again.

His fingers didn't stop circling her clit. If he could, he'd get her to come once more before he would come.

The demanding tone of her order shot right through him.

With a groan and a sharp jerk, the Lycan came hard with a soft cry of "Mistress."

Belial leaned down as showed her movements right down and kissed Zakhar softly, running her fingers through his raven coloured hair.

"Good boy."
She cooed softly, as she stroked his cheek gently, he had pleased her greatly.

They had gone from her not being able to touch him without a struggle to being able to fuck without any restraints with only a few minor misbehaviours.

If Zakhar continued to please her like this he found find himself receiving all the positive treatment he desired, if Belial was happy, she would make Zakhar happy, it was that simple.

Zakhar returned the soft kiss with a low purr, leaning into the fingers combing through his long hair.

Unlike the last time she had said that, Zakhar didn't tense. He was hers, she could call him whatever she wanted. Good boy included.

So much had been achieved in this Session that he was almost scared by it.

He had gone from such a hostile state to this. He was calm and docile and submissive. All because she had decided to try humiliation as a tactic and picked up a collar instead of something else equally as humiliating.

It had been chance that got them here.

Belial continued to stroke her fingers through his hair, scratching idly behind his ears and down the back of his neck.

She unclicked the leash from his collar, but left the strap of leather around his neck, she made it her priority to get one of her collars for him.

Belial had owned many harems over the years containing slaves, pets and submissives, as such she already had her own collars created and kept a stock of them.

Her lips trailed along his neck as a soft purr rumbled in her chest.

She slid off of the table and pulled her skirt down to cover herself, walking over to pick up Zakhar's clothing, handing the man his pants and underwear but keeping his shirt.

Belial placed the man's shirt on herself, buttoning it up.
She had no reservations about people seeing her body, but nothing was for free, including seeing her naked so instead of teleporting in order to get dressed she simply wore his.

"Follow me, Zakhar."
She called to him over her shoulder.

His low purrs slowly got louder the more she stroked him.

Like every other Lycan, Zakhar enjoyed being pet and stroked like a common animal. It was degrading, but he loved it.

His eyes flickered open when she unclasped the leash.

Zakhar pulled on his boxers and slacks when they were handed to him, watching her silently as she did so. Did she want him to put them on or just hold them? He'd find out.

He couldn't help but think she looked good wearing his shirt.

When he was bid, Zakhar followed her obediently.

Belial led him out of the base and through the vestibule, ascending up a few flights of stairs before starting down a long hallway.

Tony had put her in a room at the far end of the mansion to keep her away from the other occupants, granted it did not bother her since she could teleport there instead of walking but it did mean that no one else ventured near it.

A small smile appeared on her lips, now that she had Zakhar that might be a good thing, if she was being rough with him at least they had privacy and no one would hear him yelling.

Belial approached the door at the very end of the hallway and opened it, stepping into the room.

"Come in."
She beckoned as she closed the door behind them.

Her room was large, since it had been made the house four people but would only ever contain one.

A king sized four poster bed sat against the far wall and the rest of the room contained bookshelves and cabinets filled with ancient texts and various unidentifiable objects.

Belial collected artifacts and objects of interest, some of which she had brought here to keep around her.

She sat up on the bed and beckoned him over.
"Zakhar, help me out of my boots."
She wanted her Slave to know where she would be living so he could come to her when she wanted him.

Zakhar followed her obediently when she led him out of the dungeon and up onto the ground floor again.

His eyes scanned the halls as they walked through them. He hadn't been here. He hadn't ventured this deep into the mansion before.

He tried to memorise the path they were taking. If he wanted to leave when Belial wasn't feeling kind enough to show him the way, he needed to know the way himself. He didn't want to be wandering the halls aimlessly.

The Lycan stood just inside of the door, watching Belial has she sidled over to the bed and sat down.

He stepped forwards to kneel in front of her when she gave the order. "Yes, Mistress." His hands raised to smooth over one thigh in a gentle caress before he tugged gently on the laces of the boots. He unlaced them silently, eyes only on his work.

They didn't stray upwards even though he knew what he would see if he did glance upwards. She was bare under the skirt and with the way she was sat, he'd be able to see exactly how bare she was if his eyes strayed just a couple inches.

Belial gave a soft purr as his hand ran over her thigh, caressing her softly.

She never would've imagined that Zakhar would be so obedient so quickly but seeing him like this pleased her greatly.

Her hand reach up to stroke his hair softly, she really had been lucky to find him and lure him in so easily.

Once her legs were free she stood, slipping Zakhar's shirt over her head and unlacing her corset.

Dropping it and her skirt to the floor as she took a step away.

Her finger hooked in the waistband of Zakhar's slacks and she gave it a gentle tug as she led him towards the bathroom.

When the first boot had been removed and set aside, Zakhar's hand caressed the length of her leg as he leaned forwards to kiss her knee gently.

The second boot was removed in much the same way, slowly and carefully, caressing her skin gently after he had set the boot aside.

Zakhar knelt back when she stood, waiting silently for the next order.

His eyes flickered up when her fingers curled in the waistband of his slacks.

He stood and walked towards the bathroom with her leading him by the waistband of his slacks.

Tonight she would treat the man since he had done so well.

"You'll sleep in my bed tonight, when you wake you can let yourself out and do as you please for the day since I have business to attend to.

If I do not find you in the afternoon I want you back here at five o'clock in the evening."

She spoke softly as her lips trailed over his chest, he was quite a tall man, in this form he was much larger than she was, but despite her small stature she still seemed imposing.

Her hands slid down his pelvis and undid the button of his slack, sliding down the zipper before pushing his pants and underwear over his hips.

She gave his thighs a soft stroke before stepping back and turning on the shower, gripping his hips and pulling him under the hot water with her.

He could sleep in her bed, he could leave when he wanted and do what he pleased for the day.

As long as he abided by her time limit, he had absolute freedom tomorrow.

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

And still she was kind. A lot of Masters and Mistresses he had seen pretended to be kind until the contracts were made. The contract had been made and yet she continued to be kind.

His eyes slid shut when he was pulled under the hot spray of water, head tilting up towards the source of water. There was nothing he loved more than a hot shower. Though he was uneasy about sharing it with someone - even his Mistress. Showers were a very private thing for Zakhar.

She smiled and ran her hands through her hair as she let the hot water cleanse her body, Belial enjoyed being clean, through the process of getting dirty was always fun.

The Demon dismissed his discomfort, though she wanted the man to be trusting and comfortable around her, he also had to learn to be exposed to her, even in private and intimate ways.

That, and she had only just gotten him, she didn’t want to let him out of her sight just yet in case he decided to wander off.

Nothing annoyed her more than not being able to get to someone, people hiding from her was something she was accustomed to, however not being able to get to them irked her.

She gave a gentle purr as she lathered herself with soap, the fresh scent cutting through the smell of sweat and sex.

Zakhar felt awkward. He felt uncomfortably exposed.

He didn't like sharing shower with people. Never had.

But Belial seemed quite happy as she was; making him feel even more awkward. She was fine with this and as her Slave, he should be fine with anything that she did or wanted doing.

With a soft sigh, Zakhar forced himself to move, to clean himself, to wash the sweat and blood from his body.

He hated this.

Her eyes flicked over to him at the sound of his sigh, her head tilting slightly.
“Are you uncomfortable with this Zakhar?”

She asked as she took a step away from him, his body language was tense, for a man that was so comfortable with so many things sexually it was odd that he would be uncomfortable with sharing a shower of all things.

Her eyes inspected his face as she waited for an answer.
“I want it noted that I will not accept you lying to me.”

If he was always truthful with her, even with things that she didn’t want to hear she would be more willing to be merciful to him, but if she caught him in a lie the consequences would be severe.

His immediate reaction to that question was to please her. To tell her that he could never be uncomfortable with anything that she wanted him to do.

But lying to your Mistress - even if it was to please her - wasn't something a Slave should ever do.

His eyes met hers before flickering down.

"Yes, Mistress." He was uncomfortable. He couldn't deny it. she could tell just by looking at how tense he was.

Belial got up on her toes and kissed him softly on the lips, he had done well in being honest with her regardless of if there was a chance that it would upset her greatly.

“Unless you are being punished or it is for your own good, I will not make you do something you are uncomfortable with.
I expect you to tell me when you are uncomfortable instead of struggling through it, do you understand?”

She asked, raising an eyebrow at him. There would be times when she would force him to do things that he would not like, but not on nights like these where he had pleased her.

“Take as long as you need.”

She replied as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself, she was already clean and did not mind cutting her shower short.
Belial padded back out into the bedroom and dried off, putting away her clothing before crawling into bed.

He returned the gentle kiss, eyes sliding shut.

That wasn't what he had expected. He had expected her to beat him, remind him that he did what she wanted even if that made her uncomfortable.

"Yes, Mistress." He had to tell her when he was uncomfortable. He could do that.

He gave her a small smile when she stepped out of the shower. "Thank you, Mistress."

Zakhar felt so lucky to have her as his Mistress. She was kind. Much kinder than Alek had been when he had taken him as a Slave.

After she had left, he took his own shower quickly, now much less uncomfortable.

When he had done, he dried himself thoroughly, towel drying his long hair when his body was dry. He folded both his towel and clothes and set them on the bathroom counter before padding into the bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed to wait for Belial's command.

Belial had propped herself up with some large pillows, a large leather bound book in her hands, her eyes scanning over the symbols as she read intently.

The symbols in the book were like nothing from any Earthly language in existence yet she seemed to read them effortlessly.

Her dark purple eyes met his as he stood at the end of the bed, leaning over she pulled the covers away from the vacant side of the bed so that he could crawl beneath them.

“In.”

She said simply before her attentions turn back to the book, flicking through a few pages quickly, searching for a certain page.

"Yes, Mistress," he murmured softly, moving to lie next to her, rolling onto his side so he could gaze up at her.

His eyes flickered to the book but once he had decided that it was written in a language that he didn't know he grew bored of looking at it and his eyes turned back up to the Demon.

His silver eye flickered over her slowly, taking in the perfect pale skin, the bright purple eyelashes, the long thick black lashes.

She was beautiful. She looked so calm and serene reading a book that he'd probably never be able to decipher.

The book was written in Enochian text, an ancient language that had been linked with the language of Angels, though Belial used it for different means.

Though they were unseen Belial’s room was covered Enochian symbols, using them to make her undetectable by greater powers.

She finished reading and set the book down on the bedside table and rearranged her pillows so that she could lie down comfortably.

A dainty hand reached up to cover her mouth as she gave a soft yawn, the Demon lay on her back and looked over at her Lycan.

Watching him now he seemed quite comfortable with their deal though she wondered how he would take being her Slave if she were in a different form, she would have to test that out soon, she did not intend to spend all her time in this body.

Zakhar smiled softly when she yawned.

Belial was a strong woman but there were little things that made her look cute. Her yawning was adorable.

His eyes slid shut as he nestled into the pillow under his head.

"Goodnight Mistress Lia."

How would she react to him calling her by both her title and her name?

A small smile appeared on her lips as he nestled into his pillow and spoke.
It was always satisfying having a Lycan as a Slave, they were strong, stubborn creatures that were not inclined to submit.

"Goodnight Zakhar, if you rise before me, do not wake me."

She replied as her eyes flickered shut, Belial did not like to be disturbed if she were sleeping, if she did not wake on her own accord then her temper turned and she would be in a foul mood for hours.

He gave a little nod as he pulled the blankets up a little to cover his shoulders.

"Yes, Mistress," he muttered around a yawn.

Zakhar was much the same. He hated being disturbed when he was asleep. When he was woken forcefully, he was groggy and dopey. He couldn't function well for a while.

It was a great time to dominate him if nothing else.