Walking to the stockade, he lifted the top portion, and ran his hand inside the carved opening for hands and head, the wood worn smooth by the struggles of the men and women trapped in it. "Get over here, baby girl."
She slithered off the table, and strolled naked toward him, her hips swaying seductively, as she locked eyes with him.
He watched as she walked toward him, proudly displaying her body. Did she parade herself in front of Max like that? Did she revel in her sexuality? He already knew the answer and swallowed down his anger. As she got closer, he positioned her in the stockade, as she laid her head and hands in the openings carved into the wood, and he closed the top, securing her in place, locking the latch on the side. She was his now. He stood behind her, and gently ran his hand down her spine, from her neck to the lower back, and watched as the goose bumps rose on her skin. "Is this what my baby girl wants?"
The touch of his fingers down her spine made her wet. She’d waited so long for this moment. Being on the campaign had felt like years to her, and they never had time to be alone. Alec was a master in the art of creating erotic pleasure through pain. "Yes, daddy, please more."
Alec removed one of the leather floggers from the wall, and snapped it across his hand, and watched her startle at the sound. "Oh, there will be more, my darling."
Standing behind her, her bare ass exposed to him, as she was bent over in the stockade, he swung the flogger with a snap of the wrist across the plump rounded flesh.
Rissa kept her head down. She could only raise it so much locked in the stockade. She jumped as she felt the leather tendrils bite into her skin. Alec gave no commands for her not to speak. He gave no commands at all, which was unusual. Rissa moaned, no commands meant she had free reign. "More daddy, please more."
Alec answered, "Yes, I think more is called for tonight, baby girl."
He hung the flogger back on the wall and chose another one with small metal stars, sharpened to cut the flesh, sewn into the tips of the leather strips. Turning to stand behind her, he snapped the flogger hard, watching the metal bite into her flesh, drawing blood.
Rissa waited as she heard him walking away, she couldn’t see what toy he’d selected, and the anticipation of what he might choose to do next made her even wetter. He stepped behind her again and she heard the whistle of the flogger as he snapped it against her flesh, and the burning pain made her scream. She squeezed her eyes shut. It felt like shards of glass cutting into her tender flesh. She could feel the blood trickle down the backs of her legs.
Alec was aroused despite himself, her blood ran down the back of her long shapely legs and he’d denied himself too long, the scent of her sex and her blood called to him. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, then kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. No reason why he shouldn’t take advantage of her...his whore. Squatting behind her, his tongue snaked out, licking the blood from her calves. His tongue followed the blood trail up her thighs and onto her ass, his tongue healing the wounds. He slid his hand between her legs, inserting his fingers into that pool of wetness. "How many, my darling?"
Moaning as he licked her blood, his tongue hot and wet against her skin, she didn’t understand his inquiry and cried out breathlessly, “Daddy.” She felt his fingers slip deep inside her, teasing her. "Baby girl wants you to fist her, please daddy, now."
Alec chuckled at her response. "You don’t tell me what to do. I decide. I’m master. At what point did you forget that, baby girl?" He gripped her hips as he slid his cock into her, pounding her hard.
Rissa smiled as he called her baby girl. She felt him slam into her and her growl of pleasure was animalistic. Her body was being slammed hard, back and forth against the stockade, as he drove hard and deep inside her. "Master, no one ever fucked me like this. I belong to you and only you. Fuck me, master."
Alec rode her hard, oblivious as to whether his actions brought her pleasure but seeking his own release. He gripped her hard as he bent over her, lying over her back, his legs spread wide as he thrust into her. His fangs emerged as he sank his teeth deep into the flesh of her shoulder and drank, swallowing mouthfuls. His body was on fire with the primal need to feed and fuck, and he succumbed to both.
She felt him sink his fangs deep into her shoulder, and she screamed from the sweet sensation. She’d held back as long as possible, but he hadn’t commanded her to withhold her orgasm.
Alec continued to feed, to draw deep from her, like she was a bottomless well. Her blood in his veins fed his hunger, but it also fed his desire and he rammed harder inside her until he reached his climax. Spilling his seed deep inside her, he growled deep in his throat, but never broke his hold on her, and he continued to drink.
Rissa came as he released inside her, filling her. She tried to move but she was constricted by the stockade. He maintained his tight grip on her and continued to drink as she felt the lightheadedness wash over her. He took her blood in large gulps, indulging his appetite, and it sounded like an animal ravaging its prey.
"Daddy." Her voice was a soft plea as fear started to creep in, but he continued to drain her. "Master!"
She felt her world darken, as her vision blurred. He was going to drain her and didn’t realize he was doing it. He’d waited too long to feed from her. "Alec, stop. Alec!"
Alec broke his grip on her, licked her wounds and watched as they healed. Still breathing heavily and covered in sweat, he stepped back, looking at her, helpless in the stockades. "Stop? Of course, my darling, if only you knew the meaning of those words."
He bent down to the shirt he’d tossed on the floor and retrieved the photographs and walked slowly to stand before her in front of the stockade. He gently lifted her chin and brushed the hair away from her face before he bent down and kissed her forehead. “My Rissa, my beautiful Rissa. Why did you betray me?"
Rissa looked at him quizzically. Betray? His eyes were still soft but there was sadness in them, a deep sadness. "Alec, what do you mean betray you? I’ve never betrayed you? Is this about Hyde? He never touched me, never No one has ever touched me. Not once!"
Alec shook his head. "Hyde? I have no concerns about Hyde and his antiquated warrior code, my darling. He’d never touch you, no matter how much he desired you, or how hard you tried to seduce him. And yes, my darling, I know you tried. No, it’s not Hyde."
He held up the photos in front of her face, showing her nude and running through the surf. "Tell me now," he hissed at her through clenched teeth.
Rissa looked at the photos. She was running through the water naked. She’d spent only one day on the beach in recent years and her heart pounded. Max! No, he couldn’t have, why would he do this to them? No, no, no!
Rissa shook her head. "Alec, I went on a day trip, I needed to be free in the surf and feel the sun. I was stressed about the wedding, everything was building up and when I went to New York for my dress fitting, my friend was with me. Please remember, Alec, please. She took the photos so we’d remember that day. The press must have gotten these photos. Are they trying to blackmail you?"
Rissa felt her breathing increase as she tried to pull her hands free. If she could only touch him, convince him.
Alec smiled at her as she struggled and he eyed her coldly. "Your girlfriend? Really? Was she there when you fucked Max? When you let him feed from you? When you fed from him?"