[M] Family Reunited Unexpectedly.

Lia's eyes moved away from his, looking down in shame as he spoke.
"No Master, I'm sorry Master."

She replied before going silent, he was going to punish her and he saw fit for stimulating herself without his permission.

Lia gave a slightly pained groan as the vibrator was forced into her ass, the friction proving painful since it was not properly lubricated.

She gave a loud gasp as chain was pulled roughly, tugging her nipples painfully, her back arched from the stimulation, trying to gain some slack on the chain.

Her eyes landed back on his, her brows furrowed in a mixture of pain and torment from the immense stimulation on her body, her thighs attempting to press together to get some friction or squirm away from the vibrations, to no avail.
Instead her legs simply trembled softly from the power of the vibrators causing it to be rather uncomfortable to stay still.

Zakhar watched her silently.

He didn't move nor speak. He just sat.

His eyes trailed over her body, watching as she tried to move, her thighs clenching together.

He tutted, pressing against the first vibrator with his foot, pushing it in deeper. His foot stayed on the end of the toy as he continued to watch her reactions.

Otherwise he didn't do anything.

Lia's head tossed back as she gave a loud moan, her body pressing down again his foot, trying to get the toy deeper, get him to thrust it, wiggle it, anything and having them stay completely still.

Her body trembled from the vibrations surging through it, the muscled of her smooth, flat stomach clenching softly from the feeling of it all, trying not to come as he toes curled and her hands bundled into fists as she pulled against her restraints.

Her back arched higher as her head tossed back, trying harder to get some slack on the chain as the tight, strained clamps bit into the soft skin on her nipples, tearing it slightly as small rivets of blood appeared against where the metal met her skin.

The Demon's chest rose and fell in a soft pant, her mouth gaping open slightly and her eyes shut tight, trying her hardest to deny the pleasure of the two vibrators and the pain of the clamps, she would resist until her Master gave the order.

His lips curled upwards.

Watching her body shift and clench as she tried to deny herself the pleasure of what she was feeling was far too amusing.

He chuckled softly, leaning back against the foot of the bed again, pulling his foot away.

"You look so good writhing like that, Lia."

He leaned forwards again, the tip of one finger touching one of the woman's bleeding nipples, gathering the blood on the tip of his finger. He began writing n the woman's stomach slowly.

Bliad'

"Moya malenʹkaya bliad'," he purred softly.
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My little whore

Her stomach clenched under his touch, a soft shudder rippling through her, the woman's body was already hyper-sensitive to her Master's touch, responsive and yearning.

"Vasha i tolʹko vasha, moy gospodin"

She replied, her voice a gentle whimper as he eyes slid back open, gazing up at him lustfully, her body arching more urgently, trying to get closer to the man.

Her eyes glanced down to the writing on her stomach, a soft moan leaving her lips as she was written on with scarlet letters.
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Yours and yours alone, my Master.

Belial was a surprisingly good Submissive.

Zakhar was pleasantly surprised. Breaking dominant people was fun, but realise dominant people had a submissive side they were hiding was even better.

The Lycan caressed a breast slowly, watching her expression.

"Come for me, Lia. Cry out my name."

Lia's breath came in slightly faster pants as he caressed her breast, any contact was savored after being left completely untouched for so long.

As the Lycan ordered her the Demon let out a long and shaky breath, her body had been overloaded for a long time now and she had been stopping herself from finding pleasure from it as best she could.

However as soon as the words left his lips she submitted to the full force of what was happening to her, the tight pull on her sensitive nipples, the gentle stroking of her Master's hand, the stretch and vibrations of the two toys inside of her.

Her eyes flickered for a moment before sliding shut as her body shuddered, her back arching as she pulled against her restraints firmly.

Her stomach clenched tightly as her breath hitched in her throat.
Lia cried out, calling out Zakhar's name as she came, hard, her stomach visibly convulsing from waves of pleasure flooding her body.

"Good girl," he purred softly, stroking her cheek gently with the backs of his fingers.

He didn't move to pull the toys out of her or turn them off. Nor did he remove the clamps from her nipples.

He wanted to force her through multiple orgasms.

Zakhar wanted her to come over and over again but not have the satisfaction of his body. Not until she was begging him for it.

He bowed his head to kiss the skin of her neck.

Her eyes opened again slowly as she looked up at him, a whimpering purr escaping her as she leaned into the gentle touches of his fingers, her features and gaze were slightly vacant in the after glow of orgasm.

She tilted her head back softly, offering more of her throat to him as he kissed her neck.

Slowly as her mind began to clear she bit on her bottom lip, the toys kept up their ferocity and the orgasm made her body more sensitive, the intense vibrations holding a painful side to them as they tried to stimulate and already over stimulated body.

"Dont fight," he murmured softly against her neck.

He traced the curves of her body with the very tips of his fingers, skimming lightly over her pale skin.

"Come. Over and over. I want to see you come for me."

She didn't have to fight against the pleasure she was feeling. She could just go along with it. Feel the pleasure and go along with it completely.

One hand slid lower to tease a nipple gently, bowing his head to lave his tongue over it, lapping up the small amount of blood.

A light shiver ran through her from his touch, the tips of his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"Yes, Master."
She replied with a breathy sigh as she looked up at him longingly, her lips parting as she panted softly, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

Lia gave a soft moan, her body writhing slightly as the vibrations ran through her, her body fully accepting what was happening instead of trying to hold out like last time.

He smiled softly and stroked her hair gently.

"Such an obedient little girl," he crooned as his fingers continued to stroke her stomach and hair.

The red letters on her skin smeared as his fingers passed over them.

"Tell me when you're going to come again. Tell me every time you're going to come."

His hand slid down her stomach to circle her clit tightly.

She returned his smile with one of her own, her dark gaze looking up at him admiringly.

"Only obedient for you, my Master."

She replied with a happy little mewl as his hands stroked over her body, she may not be a Lycan but that didn't mean that she enjoyed being stroked and petted any less than he did.

Lia gave a confirming nod as she lay back again, he would know every time she came before she climaxed, she would make sure of it.

The muscles in her thighs clenched as his fingers circled her clit, the Demon let out a soft moan as her body pressed down against his fingers.

"Only for me," he purred softly.

She was his little fucktoy today. And he hadn't know Belial to submit to anyone in the months that they had known each other.

It was a big stroke to his ego to know that Belial was submitting to him and him alone.

His fingers moved more insistently against her clit.

Belial hadn't submitting to anyone since his last little rumble with Tony, he wasn't one for being submissive so easily, but there was rare days where he craved it, luckily for Zakhar, today was one of those days.

Lia moaned and pressed down against his fingers eagerly, causing the chains on her nipples to pull harder against her, ripping open the small cuts on them again.

A shudder ran through her at the simultaneous feeling of pleasure and pain, after her first orgasm she was easier to please, more eager to come again.

"Master I'm going to..."
Her sentence was cut off by another moan, her stomach clenching once again as the flames of passion spread through her body.

His lips curled upwards when she muttered to him.

"Good girl. Come."

Zakhar bowed his head to lave his tongue over the cuts on her nipples again, lapping up her blood eagerly.

He hadn't tasted blood quite like it before.

It was strong, rich. It tasted of power. The taste was almost addictive.

On her Master's order she came again, a split second after he had told her too, Belial didn't do things by half measures, when she was submissive she acted as if she had been that Master's Slave for millennia.

Her body was raked with shudders once again as she body throbbed and convulsed around the toys inside of her, a long moan leaving her lips as she hit her second climax.

She slumped back against the bed again as her body slowly relaxed from the after shocks, a small smile gracing her lips as she looked up at him, he was tasting her blood, like any good sadist, did he like the taste of her blood like the Vampire's did? It looked like he did.

That thought had a purr rumbling in her chest, she wanted to bring her Master pleasure and having him enjoy the taste of her left her feeling rather happy.

He purred lowly.

Belial was a good Slave. He wished he had fought harder when they had first met. He'd love to have Lia as his permanent Slave. She was obedient; eager to please.

His mouth enclosed a nipple, teeth opening the clamp and pulling it from her nipple. His tongue laved over the abused nipple gently, lapping up the blood still beading up on the wound.

Zakhar sucked gently then nipped, purring softly at the taste of blood in his mouth.

Lia gave a relieved sigh as the clamp was removed from one of her nipples, the sharp metal had torn through her skin as she had pulled against the chain.

She gasped softly as the sore nub was licked and sucked, moaning as he nipped it, she could feel herself bleeding into his mouth as he sucked on her, the feel of his warm tongue against the wound was intoxicating.

Intoxicating, that word slowly woke something in her, Zakhar didn't know much about Demon's, though she may be speaking out of turn, since Zakhar had not addressed her, he had to know.

"Master..."
She muttered softly, looking down at him as her body shivered softly, the toy inside of her still teasing her beyond belief.

"Be careful, Demon blood is a drug."
Lia murmured her words as her body pressed up against him, trying to get as much contact with her Master as possible.

His eyes flickered up to hers when she called out his title, one hand raising as if to slap her before faltering when she carried on speaking.

Drug. Just the word sent his stomach lurching as nausea swept through him.

He had been addicted to drugs before. It was a place he didn't want to go back to.

Zakhar pulled away from the woman's breast, eyes clenched shut.

"Thank you." His addictions lay elsewhere now. He had turned from drugs many, many years ago and refused to go back.

In reward for warning him, his hand slid down to massage her clit again as his other hand gripped the first vibrator, thrusting it in and out of her slowly.

Lia didn't flinch when it seemed that he was going to strike her, she would've accepted it if he had hit her, being hit was not as bad as being addicted to a Demon's blood.

She had seen what it had done to Vampire's, human's and Lycan's alike, it made them mindless, crazed and dependent on Demon's, a very dangerous place to be.
Lia didn't want that fate for Zakhar and if he had continued to drink, she would've forced him off, for his own sake.

She gave him a gentle nod as he thanked her, she wouldn't risk talking out of line again.

Her head leaned back as her body arched, a low moan leaving her lips as the vibrator finally moved, thrusting into her slowly, her hips moved with it as best they could as her eyes fluttered shut.

He was coming dependant on a Demon. He was living life off Belial. He made every decision for him. He controlled him. He fed him and kept him safe.

Belial was his keeper, his Master.

It wasn't the same as being addicted to the Demon's blood but there were similarities. He was becoming addicted to Sessions; to feeling Belial's power. He loved feeling Belial dominate him.

Zakhar bent his head to kiss the woman deeply.

He was becoming addicted to her and he didn't care.

Lia kissed him back eagerly, pressing up into the kiss, deepening it as she fed off of his passion, she wanted him more than she cared to admit.

Her arms tugged at her restraints as she moved in an attempt to wrap her arms around him but stopped struggling as the leather prevented her from embracing him.

Zakhar was not the only one who was becoming addicted, the Lycan was one of the best Slaves that Belial had ever owned, he wanted to keep him, hence why he had made so many exceptions for the man and put so much effort into every session.

Zakhar pressed forward into the kiss, demanding more from the woman.

His fingers continued to massage her as his hand carried on thrusting the toy into her. He loved these reactions he got from her. The need to hear her whimper and moan. To feel her trying to embrace him even as she was tied down.

His lips trailed down her neck, nipping sharply and sucking harshly, bruising her pale skin brutally.

He wanted to mark her. To prove that she was his as much as he was hers. He loved her and he wanted the world to see it.

Zakhar paused for a moment.

Love. No, what he felt wasn't love. It was obsession. Dark obsession. He was obsessed with this Demon.

She threw herself into the kiss as best she could, pressing up against him as her lips and tongue tasted his.

Lia moan against his lips, her head tilting back instinctively as her body arched against his due to the movement of the toy and the attention given to her sensitive clit.

The Demon gave a loud gasp as he abused the skin of her neck, her head tilting back further, obediently offering as much of her throat to him as possible, an act of pure submission.

The collar on her neck was now accompanied by a dark mark that his mouth so dutifully put there, while she was like this these was no denying that she belonged to him.