Sin
With a slow movement, she raised the dragon tail whip—thin, braided leather ending in a serpentine curl—and in the electric stillness, she moved.
The whip sliced through the air, the crack of it splitting the silence like lightning, leaving behind a rippling echo.
Max’s body jerked, a reflexive flinch as a shiver rushed over his skin.
His fingers curled, his wrists straining lightly against the restraints, as he fought to contain the flood of instinctive reaction.
There wasn’t much she could do with her magic being sealed, but that didn’t stop her from learning the incantations, refreshing her memory on Vhaevari, ensuring that the moment her powers freed, she would become unstoppable.
And she had Max by her side.
Tonight, the crack of the whip had served its purpose to properly induce the fear she craved.
The Maitresse offered to have an outfit tailored to Sin, to match her crystal stilettos that were now free of enchantments.
But Sin refused. Those stilettos were all she needed, donning nothing else.
The first time she came out like that, Max waiting on her, he showered her with compliments, promising to buy her the finest jewels to accentuate her body.
One day, she was going to hold him to that promise. Not now, when they didn’t want to gain the attention of the king.
Her skin pebbled as she surveyed him, naked and bound.
Sin’s fingers traced his chest, leaning close to him, feather-light touches teasing the sensitive spots just below his collarbone, her breath warm against his skin.
His chest rose and fell faster, his breath hitching, a quiet whimper escaping his lips when her hand slid lower, dangerously close to his cock but never touching.
“Thank you,” she whispered, letting her lips barely graze his ear.
“What for?” he asked as his brow furrowed.
Lightning struck again, and thunder made the walls vibrate as she brought the flogger down on his thighs. With a flick of her wrist, the metal chains flashed within the many leather straps.
Masculine grunts filled the air, deep and guttural, sending a thrill through her body.
With another figure-eight motion, Sin leaned forward, her tongue tracing the raised welts on his meaty thighs.
Max let out a strangled moan, the sound trembling with both pain and pleasure, almost enough to make her lose herself entirely in the moment, to end it all right then, too soon.
His scaled cock stood at attention, the skin tight, revealing rows of veins beneath each ridge that had Sin’s pussy throbbing with need.
“Such a perfect Little Prince,” she crooned, though there was nothing little about him. “Do you deserve to be rewarded?”
“No,” he grunted, his voice filled with gravel. “But you’ll give it to me, anyway.”
Sin smiled, spitting on her hand. Max stilled, holding his breath. She hovered her spit-soaked palm just above his cock, teasing him with a faint touch until it twitched. A whimper escaped Max as he thrust upward, desperate for her touch.
“Please,” he begged, his frustration clear in the raw edge of his voice.
Sin’s nails traced along his length as she purred, “Do you like being at my mercy, Max?”
Max groaned, his hands flexing in the restraints, his voice rough with need. “Yes… Please, Sin…” His words were choked, his control slipping, and Sin grinned, reveling in his surrender.
“If your little princess ever dares touch you,” Sin murmured, her lips brushing his ear, “she won’t live to regret it.” Her voice was dangerously soft, sharp enough to cut.
Max’s breathing hitched, his voice cracking as he rasped, “You are my princess, little blade. Always.”
His words sent a dark thrill through her, but she wasn’t done with him yet. Sin’s hand gripped his cock firmly, stroking just enough to make him groan, his hips rising toward her, begging for more.
She spit obscenely on the head of his cock, pumping him faster before licking the tip. His moan was intoxicating. Just a lick, and he was ready to come. But with a smile, she pulled back, leaving him trembling and gasping, his body aching for her touch.
“A cruel, wicked princess,” he breathed, making Sin chuckle low and throaty.
“Am I cruel when I wrap my soaking heat around your cock?”
His involuntary response had her laughing huskily.
The corner of his lips curved, throwing her off, until she felt the reason on her hand.
Revealing his power, Max made scales harden on his cock more, less like a slithering snake and more like a dragon. A beautiful cock turned mesmerizing with the hard ridges of the scales.
Sin blinked, her fingers hesitating for a heartbeat as she took in the sight. The scales rippled, glinting in the dim light, and for just a moment, she lost her breath. Power. It wasn’t supposed to be his right now, and yet she was desperate to end their torture.
Sin straddled him, her body sliding over his as she settled above him.
She pressed her thighs against his hips, teasing him with the warmth of her body just above his throbbing cock, but still denying him what he craved most. Max sucked in a breath, his chest rising beneath her, his lips parting in a low, guttural moan.
She smirked, leaning down to kiss a slow line along his neck, tasting the salty sweat on his skin as her lips traveled down to his collarbone. Every inch of him was hers to claim.
“Not yet,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, sending a shudder through his. His hips lifting instinctively, begging for more.
“Please, Sin…” Max’s voice was ragged, hoarse with desperation, but Sin’s grin only widened as she teased him further.
Slowly, she reached down, guiding him just to the edge of her entrance, letting him feel her slick heat against his tip. His entire body tensed, poised for the contact he craved, but she kept him waiting.
Then, in one slow motion, she finally sheathed him inside her, sinking down onto his full length.
The feel of his scales sent a shock through her body—smooth, ridged, and so different.
It was a strange, mesmerizing combination of pain and pleasure, each movement within her eliciting a sensation unlike anything she had experienced before.
Max groaned loudly, the sound torn from deep within him, his head falling back against the bed as he trembled beneath her. Sin’s smile widened at the sound, her body still as she sat fully upon him, but not moving, not yet.
“Tell me how it feels to be at my mercy,” she whispered. “Tell me what you are, Max.”
“It feels… fuck,” he groaned again, his voice broken. “It feels… Sin, I—” He struggled to find the words, his control slipping entirely as she held him, completely still, her tight heat wrapped around him, unmoving.
“Do you love this pussy?” Sin rocked her hips once, her nails digging into Max’s chest. She could feel his muscles quivering beneath her touch, the raw tension of a body pushed past its limit.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” His breathing grew ragged, his voice cracking as he gasped her name, every word a plea that bordered on incoherence. She saw it in lines of his face—the need, the edge of madness that only she could pull him back from.
Lifting her knees, she braced herself on the balls of her feet, then bounced, fucking him harder. “You want to fill this pussy with your cum?”
“Forever, I do,” he moaned.
Her orgasm was building, halfway there just from listening to him moan and whimper. Reaching down, she grabbed the loose end of the ties, pulling his hands free. “Then open your eyes,” she whispered.
His eyes were all irises, green with specks of gold, and slit pupils like a serpent. The moment he was free, he flipped Sin onto her back, practically rutting her into the bed. He fucked her hard and fast, making her tits bounce as she threw her head back and screamed her release.
* * *
Sin left Max in the early morning, her steps feeling lighter.
She owned every inch of him last night, feeling his surrender, his vulnerability, and his strength.
It filled her with a sense of power, one that lingered as she walked through the castle halls.
Smiling at the thought of what she could do next, she nearly tripped when she wondered if he would enjoy being penetrated. Perhaps by another while she watched.
Clearing her throat, she smoothed her apron before continuing towards the grand entryway.
The heavy thud of her heartbeat echoed in her ears as she peered around the corner.
Two males stood with the king, their eyes sliding over her with a predatory gleam.
Their low voices mixed with the hum of the hall, and every chuckle sent a shiver down her spine.
Panic set in, her palms growing clammy, desperately needing to know if they were talking about her.
Rushing back to the servants’ quarters, a large hand grips her arm, pulling her into an alcove.
Maurice’s eyes are wide with worry. “You need to get out of here. Now.” Desperation clear in his voice.
Sin peered around the corner, checking for listening ears as he continued.
“There are slavers here, girl. And rumors are spreading they’re here for you.”
Fear struck her veins, making it nearly impossible to breathe. She needed Max now.
As if he heard her, or sensed her fear in their bond, he appeared beside them in an instant, cupping her cheek. “What’s wrong?”
Maurice spoke what Sin couldn’t.
Pulling Sin into his chest. “No one-is taking you away from me.” he nearly shouted in the hall, and magic thrummed around them as they appeared in his chambers.
Grabbing a jar that looked ancient, sealed with black candle wax, Max threw it into the fire place. The glass shattered, and all sounds outside of his room were muted. “No sound can travel in or out of this room, neither can anyone else aside from me. You understand?”
Sin nodded, unable to form any words.
“I’m going to take care of this, and I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare leave this room.”
Her eyes, now blurring with tears, met his. “Don’t leave.”
His furious eyes softened, and he grabbed her face with both hands, pulling her close to him. “I have to do this to protect you. I’m certain that even if they wanted to buy you, my father wouldn’t allow it, knowing it benefits him none.”
Sin nodded, her bottom lip trembling as he kissed her.
I love you.
It wasn’t until after he disappeared that she realized his words were not spoken aloud.
* * *
Sin stayed in the room when he left, rocking back and forth on his bed with her knees pulled in close, her mind spiraling to all the possibilities of what could happen, what could be happening.
She wondered what he was doing, and if he would be okay, if he would make it back to her.
She didn’t realize how powerful the sound barrier was, because she couldn’t hear a single thing outside of the room, only her breathing and the roaring fire.
Abruptly, the fire went out, and she became paralyzed with fear.
As silently as she should, she slid off the bed, crawling under it.
Two sets of footsteps make their way inside the room, neither one belonged to Max.
There wasn’t a sound in the room as they shut the door behind them, trapping her.