I picked up the white bar and started caressing Roman’s cock with it. Small suds formed as the soap mixed with my saliva. I stroked the soap up and down the length of his shaft just as I knew Roman wanted me to do.
“Now place my cock in your mouth, naughty girl. This is what you get for having a filthy mouth. Time we cleanse it.”
Not stopping to consider the awful taste or just how much this truly would be a punishment, I placed Roman’s soap-coated penis inside my mouth and began sucking as I once had. I whimpered as the dreadful taste attacked. I gagged as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat with the soap only intensifying the sensation.
“Bad girls get their mouths washed out with soap,” he said, tugging my hair when I tried to pull back as I sucked in air to help ease the turmoil occurring inside my mouth.
Using his other hand, he reached down and cupped my breast, changing my whimpers to a moan.
Mercifully removing his dick from my mouth, Roman spread his pre-cum mixed with remnants of soap on my lips as he said, “Let me paint this perfect pink pout of yours. I’m about to make you Master’s cum slut.”
I looked up into his eyes and nodded.
He slapped the head of his cock against my cheek. “You want your Master’s cock, dirty princess? Do you want your Master to punish you now with his cock?”
Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes! Although my words were lost in my own hunger begging to be satiated.
I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to split me wide open with his cock. My pure white sexual experiences from before were about to become pitch black. I wanted raw. I wanted depraved. I wanted dark emotions and desires. And I knew that Roman was the only one who would truly give me what I wanted, and what I so desperately needed. Everything had been leading up to this. He had opened a Pandora’s Box of horrific fantasies and delights hidden deep within, and now that they were unleashed, he was the only man who could tame them.
“Take a drink of water, swish it around in your mouth, and then spit it out back into the glass,” he ordered.
I was grateful for this, because though the soap misery had dissipated some, I did wish to rid the inner lining of my mouth of the residue. As I swished and spit the last bit out into the glass, Roman bent down and placed his hands under my arms, lifting me to standing. He then swooped me into his arms and carried me over to the bed. The tender touch and almost loving gesture had my mind spinning with the wicked and twisted lust from my naughty discipline only moments ago.
The softness was quickly replaced, however, when he placed me on my back and spread my legs wide. Without pause, he swatted my pussy, causing me to jump and cry out in surprise.
“We are going to make these lips of your cunt swell so every time I thrust into you, you cry out in pain.” He swatted my bare pussy again and again. The sting only heightened my need for more.
“Please…” I begged like so many times before, but this time I felt like my pleas may actually be answered.
My heart skipped a beat when Roman quickly shed himself of his clothing. His actions were smooth and graceful, but not nearly fast enough for my need. I thought about sitting up and assisting him in getting undressed but remained frozen. I didn’t want to do a single thing to have Roman change his mind or decide I needed another punishment instead.
When the weight of the bed shifted as he straddled my body, my heart hitched. This was it. I glanced down at his cock and a tiny twinge of fear set in when I wondered if others would be watching as he fucked me.
Roman lowered his weight upon me and positioned his cock at my pussy. The meaty head stretched my hole wide as he entered, and I moaned with the biting pain. He didn’t give me any time to get used to his girth but rather began thrusting in and out at a steady pace. There were no kisses. No caresses. No loving words of affection. The actions were cold yet the heat between us blazed to the epic proportion of an inferno. My body exploded almost instantly, finally free to release the long overdue energy that had been pent up since the beginning of my captivity. Roman hadn’t given me permission to come, but I didn’t care. I would accept whatever punishment he would deliver for my actions later. It would be worth it. So fucking worth it.
As I cried out his name and my pussy contracted around his cock, he pulled his face back enough so he could look into my eyes. Maybe it was the sexual energy flowing through me, or maybe it was simply wishful thinking, but I saw something in his eyes.
Softness.
Emotion beyond what normally only belonged to a sadist.
Connection.
For a brief moment, he had allowed us to be the Roman and Cherise of before. Before the initiation.
Roman continued to push and pull inside of me as his eyes never left mine. In and out, I saw him. In and out, I felt him. In and out, Roman seemed to merge with not just my body, but my soul. I was his… I had been his for a long time. But at this very moment, I truly believed he was…
He was mine.
He was my dark prince, and I was never going to let him go.
I never wanted this moment to end. Never. But eventually, my body exploded again, and it was all that Roman needed to groan loudly and give one final thrust as he came inside of me. Taking a few minutes to gather his senses as he breathed against the pillow beside my head, he eventually pulled his face back and stared at me again. He didn’t say anything, nor did I. But something was different at that moment.
He was not a monster.
He was a man.
Nothing but a man.
I was not the prey.
I was a woman.
Nothing but a woman.
But we were together. We were as one. We were in this nightmare together, and we both knew it.
Chapter Seventeen
Cheri
The days continued on, as did the regular and routine punishments. Roman had only fucked me one more time, and it was not the same as before. He had simply pushed me against a wall and quickly took me from behind in an animalistic way before he tanned my ass with a strap. I had longed for even a quick glimpse of that connection we had when we first had sex. I hungered for it as I had once hungered for his cock to be inside of me. I wanted all of Roman.
I had seen small glimpses of the old Roman I knew before the manor. He was still strict as ever, but I also received tender touches. He would carry me to bed after a session, and he had even held me as I fell asleep several evenings. He had bathed me, brushed my hair, and had started taking every meal with me in the dining room. He wasn’t as cold as he had been when we first arrived. Yes, he was still a severe disciplinarian, but when I was his perfect dirty kitty and had purred in submission like the good kitty he wanted me to be, he usually rewarded me with kindness, even if it was just in small doses. Because I hungered to see and to feel more of that connection, I constantly searched for it in his eyes and in his actions, and I knew without a doubt that I could see it. I most certainly could feel it. Not all the time… but the times did exist.
Yes, I was still earning my diamonds.
But there was something different in the way Roman watched me. In the way he touched me. And even in the way he punished me.
There were still constant reminders of my reality, however. The Iron Colt Brotherhood had requested other enema sessions, which Gage always recorded for them. The Iron Colt Brotherhood also demanded often to have a close-up recording of many spankings where I had to hold my butt cheeks spread wide so they could see my anus as it too would be spanked and prodded for their viewing. Roman was always far harsher with me when the camera was rolling close up, and I knew that it was expected for me to have the tears flow. Even if I didn’t particularly feel like crying, I knew it would please Roman. I think he knew it was what The Iron Colt Brotherhood wanted to see—my pain, my suffering, my miserable initiation to prove I was worthy. And whenever I performed for The Iron Colt Brotherhood as I knew Roman wanted, he would reward me with a caress, or a touch that made my heart soar. But Roman wanted The Iron Colt Brotherhood to see me as a captive hating every single minute of her stay in the manor, and I played the part perfectly.