Chapter 9
WELL, THE SHOCK OF le Voile was certainly fading to the background as Isabelle examined the room, a flush burning her cheeks.
“What is this place?” she breathed, hoping her thumping heart wouldn’t beat right out of her chest.
All manner of strange apparatuses filled the room, things she could only guess as to their purpose.
A large wrought iron bed was the focal point, piled high with plush red pillows and dark sheets.
There was a small metal birdcage, barely big enough for a person, and a large cross-shaped object with cuffs on each end.
A long bench with a strange saddle sat on the other side of the room, the wall behind it lined with mirrors.
The other walls housed different objects–leather whips, cuffs, chains, and wooden paddles hanging from nails—and were painted red, the candlelit sconces giving the space a strange, menacing glow.
“It’s where we play with our toys.”
Rul stood beside her, watching her as she took it all in.
Yes, that was what she’d feared, her mouth going dry as she imagined herself attached to each apparatus, wondering what exactly Rul and Bellinor could do to her in such positions.
“Would you like to try?” Rul asked, and she turned to him with a glare.
“Are you really asking?”
She found it difficult to believe he wouldn’t take what he wanted, just as Bellinor had said, no matter how much she tried to fight him.
“Yes, I’m asking,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I told Bellinor that I’d behave. He likes you.”
Isabelle narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out what kind of game he was playing.
“What do you mean?”
“He likes soft, pretty things. It reminds him of when he was human. But he likes the way you crave him most of all.”
“I don’t crave him,” she scoffed.
Rul cocked his head.
“Why do you resist? Clearly you enjoy reveling in pleasure as much as we do.”
He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it boiled her blood. A physical reaction was not the same as reveling in pleasure, no matter what he tried to say.
“Lust is a sin.”
His brow quirked in amusement, his smile igniting her rage.
“How can it be a sin when it feels so good?”
“It means nothing,” she said quickly, crossing her arms over her chest and turning away.
She felt his presence behind her, then his arms wrapping around her and pulling her close. He leaned in, brushing her hair over her shoulder and whispering in her ear.
“What? Sex is only good if it’s in the pursuit of procreation? What a shallow way of thinking.”
“It’s a violation of the Goddess’ will.”
“Do you really believe that?”
Isabelle didn’t have an answer, not when her body was already igniting with arousal just from his strong arms wrapped around her, his erection pressing against her lower back.
She wanted to know what that strange cock could do, wanted to know exactly how each of these objects worked, wanted to be numb to it all like the way she was in the bedroom with Bellinor.
“Let’s play, Isabelle. I promise I’ll be easy on you.”
His murmured words tingled her skin, and she leaned back, offering her neck.
Rul took the invitation, bringing his mouth to her throat, pressing soft kisses down to her shoulder before increasing the ferocity.
“It’s selfish,” she murmured, arousal pooling between her legs at the sensation of his teeth grazing her skin, his wet tongues tasting her flesh.
“Perhaps you deserve to be selfish. Why must you always give and never take?”
For so long, she’d devoted everything to the temple.
All of her spare time, any extra money she’d made after accounting for her basic expenses, her chastity and piety.
It was the right thing to do, to help others who were less fortunate.
Self-gratification made you weak, distancing you from your moral integrity and spiritual commitment to the moon mother.
A commitment she was straying further from with each kiss and touch, her body succumbing to his ministrations.
“What do you think? Will you let me give you what you deserve?”
Tears burned in her eyes, and she swallowed hard, trying to stop them from spilling. What did she deserve? She was the reason both of her parents were dead. She was the one who had led two nice men on. She couldn’t control her illicit desires, no matter how hard she tried.
The Goddess would never forgive her, but maybe she’d always been beyond forgiveness.
“Yes,” she answered simply, and Rul squeezed her tight, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.
“Don’t be frightened,” he said, scooping her into his arms like she weighed nothing.
He pressed a kiss to her lips, the sweet, smoky scent warming her body and forcing her muscles to relax.
She had every reason to be frightened, and yet instead of dread, all she felt was exhilaration. She wanted the delicious sensation of numbness he’d given her when he fucked her, putting her in a space where she could forget everything.
“I knew you’d comply. You belong to us now, and you’re going to give me what I need. I’m ravenous for you, for your lust, your pleasure.”
Isabelle’s heart was racing as he walked her over to the bench, setting her carefully next to it. He cupped both cheeks with his hands, swallowing her face and leaning down for another kiss. When he pulled away, his smile was gentler than what she’d come to expect, his eyes soft.
“Say, ‘I’m a good girl for my owners’.”
His voice was serious, a deep vibration that echoed into her sinews, and she swallowed hard, trying to clear her dry throat.
“I’m a good girl for my owners.”
Something in her brain ignited, the words soothing her as they passed her lips.
“Yes, you are,” he said. “And a good owner gives his plaything what she needs.”
She nodded, blushing fiercely as he turned her around, slowly unlacing the strings that held her petal pink dress up.
He kissed her shoulders as he slid the fabric down, letting it fall into a pool at her feet.
The room was slightly cold, goosebumps prickling on her skin as he turned her back around.
“I didn’t get a chance to explore you properly last time,” he purred, stroking his fingers along the curve of a breast and sending a shudder down her spine.
She closed her eyes, relishing the soft touch, though a moment later there was a jolt of pain as he squeezed her nipple hard.
“Keep your eyes on me. I want you to see everything I’m doing to you. Do you understand?”
Isabelle nodded, but he shook his head, sliding his hand down her belly and grazing his fingers over her clit.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl,” he cooed, circling her sensitive bud in a way that made her want to shut her eyes in ecstasy, though she dutifully kept them open.
One finger traced her slit, wetness already forming as she yielded to his touch.
“On the saddle,” he instructed, taking her arm and helping her lift her leg over the bench so that she straddled it.
There was an elevated ridge down the center, and a hole in the very middle that she hadn’t noticed from afar. The seat was a soft, rubbery material that felt exquisite against her bare body, understanding dawning on her as he positioned her entrance over the hole.
“Lean forward. Palms on the bench.”
Another instruction she heeded in an instant, the ridge pressing delightfully against her clit from this new angle.
She watched as Rul made his way around the bench, unbuttoning his shirt and removing it to reveal his lithe chest, blue skin appearing purple in the red light.
His pants were next, hitting the stone floor in a pile as his cock sprung free, perfectly aligned with her face.
“Did you dream about this, little one?”
She nodded, then cleared her throat, knowing he wanted to hear her answer.
“Yes, I did.”
“That was my doing,” he said, petting her cheek delicately, letting his fingers tangle in her hair. “Bellinor told me all about you after the first night. I wanted to say hello. Did you enjoy what we did to you in your dreams?”
“I did,” she answered, telling the truth.
The dreams were fuzzy, and had shamed her each morning when she woke, but she’d enjoyed every bit of pleasure and pain they’d given her.
“Good girl,” he said, bringing his other hand to her cheek and giving her a playful slap. “I’m going to be easy on you today, but you will learn to take all of me and Bellinor. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
It felt natural to submit, like she had done to the Goddess for so long.
He brought the triangular tip of his cock to her lips, and she licked across the slit, a long crevasse compared to what she’d seen on Henri and Pierre.
The ridges of lights glowed brighter as she tasted him, that bittersweet chocolate that she’d craved since the first moment he’d put his cock in her mouth.
“I need you to relax. Breathe normally, but keep your throat open and lax. I’m going to train that throat until I can fuck it just like your cunt. Nod if you understand.”
Isabelle nodded, though in all honesty she wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by training. It felt natural to obey, her urge to please and help others flaring with each instruction and praise.
“Use your tongue to work it into the back of your throat while I’m sliding it in. You’re going to tap my leg twice when you feel you’re going to gag, and we’ll pause and let you get accustomed to it. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded again.
“Relax that jaw, baby. Open your mouth nice and big.”
She stuck her tongue out as far as it could go, and he let out a low groan, petting her cheek tenderly.
“So fucking sweet. You were meant to be here with us.”
Rul slapped his cock against her tongue, the lewd act sending an erotic tremor through her. Slowly, he started sliding it in, the glowing ridges running across her lips as she dutifully held her mouth open for him. He gathered a fistful of her hair, guiding her until the angle was right.