Chapter 12
“I’M TERRIBLE AT STILL LIFES,” Isabelle said, slamming the brush down in frustration.
She’d been at it for what felt like hours, and still the underpainting didn’t look right, splotches of color dotting the canvas in a disordered array. At least it had taken her mind off things, even if that was solely due to irritation.
“It just takes practice,” Rul answered, still lounging on the bed like he didn’t have a care in the world.
She’d been surprised by his patience, the back of her neck prickling as she’d felt his heated gaze watching her. She’d expected him to drag her to the bed, but he’d let her suffer in peace, making conversation here and there, but generally remaining silent.
It felt like a beast had taken over, a primal being that lived within her and had been begging to get out for so long.
A romp in the bedroom with Henri or Pierre may have held her over for a few weeks back home, but now she was longing for Rul to put her in the same space he had yesterday, that delicious numbness overwhelming her senses.
The charged tension from last night with Bellinor didn’t help, desperate to be liberated at the hands of someone other than herself.
“I’m used to landscapes, the view from my cottage.”
Rul popped off the bed and made his way over to her as if sensing her need, circling his arms around her waist and hugging her to his chest.
“Maybe you just need to take a break…”
They fit together perfectly, her body cocooned by his, a thought which made bile bubble in her throat, just as it made butterflies flutter in her stomach.
She remembered the feeling from yesterday, her body and mind succumbing to his praise, the rough way he’d used her, the intense pleasure he’d given her.
Bellinor was right; Rul seemed to know exactly what she wanted, what she needed, his firm touch at her waist grounding her even when her head swam in the stars. And it was more than just her sexual needs he fulfilled, absolving her of something she would never be able to forgive herself for.
“Come to bed,” he whispered in her ear, her body igniting with arousal.
Isabelle smiled as he guided her to the mattress, a combination of relief and excitement winding through her bones. It was a comfort knowing what he wanted from her, knowing he would take it from her until he was satisfied, though the exhilaration came from wondering exactly how he would do it.
“Oh, I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you,” he growled, quickly ridding her of her dress so she was bare, the cool air of the room giving her goosebumps.
He pushed her onto her hands and knees, her head facing the footboard, and slapped her hard on the ass.
Isabelle yelped, and he chuckled, massaging where he’d spanked her, erotic pleasure lying in the wake of surprising pain.
“Say ‘I’m a good girl for my owners’,” he ordered, lifting the top plank of the footboard off, the use for the three holes becoming clear in an instant.
“I’m a good girl for my owners,” she said, letting him maneuver her neck onto the large half circle in the center, her wrists through the smaller ones on either side.
Already, her mind felt fuzzy, the delicious sensation of numbness tingling her brain as the plank clicked back into place. She tested the wooden restraints, a thrill racing up her spine as she found she was unable to slip out of them, like a prisoner in the stocks at Marilet’s public square.
“You look so beautiful, all locked up and helpless. Now, what am I going to do with you?”
Rul was behind her, just out of sight, her body tingling as she awaited his touch, though it didn’t come. Her anxiety ramped up as the seconds ticked by without a word or action, until she could bear it no longer, a whimper slipping past her lips.
“Please,” she begged, and a second later there was a sharp bite of pain, the smack against her ass echoing through the room.
Isabelle cried out, this time feeling the full sting of the strike as Rul refused to massage the pain away.
“No speaking unless I ask you a question, naughty girl. You’ll take what I give you, when I decide to give it to you. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” she said, her voice hoarse with need.
“What are you?”
It took her a moment to understand the question and remember her answer.
“I’m a good girl for my owners.”
Rul chuckled, gripping her ass and sliding his thumb down until he found her tight ring of muscle. He pressed against it, the sensitive nerves sending a jolt through her, though she remained dutifully silent.
“Have you been taken here before?”
“N-No,” she said, her mind racing as she tried to understand what he was talking about.
“If Bellinor and I are going to fuck you at the same time, we’ll need to loosen you up, won’t we?”
She wasn’t sure if he expected an answer and remained silent, trying to wrap her head around what he was saying.
Both? At the same time? Goddess, she recalled how Pierre had suggested an alternative option when she was reticent about the possibility of an unwanted pregnancy, but the idea had been so preposterous she hadn’t even considered it.
Now, as Rul circled his finger against her ring, she felt the erotic twist of need settle in her core.
“Relax. Breathe deeply, in through your nose and out through your mouth. Let your belly go fully slack with each breath,” he said, cupping her stomach with his free hand.
She followed his orders, sucking in air through her nose and letting her stomach inflate, before blowing it out her mouth.
“There you go. Just like that.”
There was the wet sound of spitting, liquid heat hitting her tight ring a split second later. He circled his thumb against her, eased by the oral lubrication, before slipping in and forcing her to arch her back.
“Keep breathing,” he said, and she resumed her deep breaths, trying to relax her muscles as he worked his finger in.
It was a strange sensation, but not unpleasant, her cunt aching with need as he pushed through the tension. She let out a moan, and then another, her body vibrating with pleasure as Rul picked up his pace.
When he removed his finger, she almost protested, though it was replaced with something cold and hard a moment later.
The object pressed its way in, the smooth material sliding in with only a bit of difficulty.
It filled her pleasantly, the bite of pressure only enhancing the erotic delight coursing through her.
Her legs trembled as she felt a tug, Rul attaching something to the hook right above her neck. She tested her range of motion, realizing that whatever was inside her was attached to the frame near her head. She was as helpless as a little mouse, the idea making her mind swim with lust.
“Such a beautiful angel, sent to le Voile for us to play with,” Rul groaned, gripping her bottom with both hands and massaging roughly. “I can’t wait to fuck you up the ass.”
Isabelle whimpered, her body straining with need at the thought of his large, glowing cock filling her in that way, which made him chuckle.
“You’re so willing to give in every way, aren’t you? A pure soul, ready for us to ruin. Do you like the way I prepare you for us? I don’t want to break my sweet plaything on the first try.”
She was detached from the reality of her situation, pleased by the tender way he cared for her even when an unspoken threat lingered in the air.
Broken. She was already broken, so how much more damage could they possibly do?
She was ruined in the eyes of the Goddess, a wretch undeserving of the moon mother’s love.
And if she didn’t have the moon mother, she had no one, a thought that filled her with simultaneous devastation and relief.
The bed shifted as Rul got off, stepping up to the footboard so she could see him once again. He removed his shirt, giving her a broad smile, then did the same with his pants, her mouth watering at the sight of his cock.
“So obedient,” he murmured, caressing her cheek. “Do you remember your lesson from yesterday?”
“Yes,” she said, knowing he expected a verbal answer, and he smiled, giving her face a pat.
“Good. Now open up, sweetheart. We need to get you ready for Bellinor. He’s not quite as gentle as me.”
She would hardly call him gentle, not when he fisted a knot of her hair and gripped her chin, giving her no time to prepare herself as he slid his cock over her extended tongue. Ridges of glowing light rubbed over her lips, and she tried to breathe through her nose, her eyes focused solely on him.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” he said, punctuating each word with a shallow thrust that made her head spin.
She relaxed her throat as best as she could, spit dripping down her chin as the force of his cock driving into her mouth filled the room with obscene squelching. The numbness was setting in, and she swirled her tongue with each thrust, enjoying the tingling sensation of him sliding down her throat.
“Just a bit more,” he gritted, and she took a deep breath of air through her nose before it was cut off by his cock.
Her eyes watered as he held her face to his pelvis, sliding a hand under her neck and pressing on the protrusion in her throat.
“Fuck,” he groaned, cupping his hand and sliding it across her neck, squeezing his own cock through her delicate skin. “I can feel myself in there, bulging that pretty throat.”
Isabelle waved her hands, trying to tap his leg, but couldn’t reach him while in the restraints. She tried to suck in a breath, but no air entered her lungs, her eyes widening as he continued to stroke himself through her throat.
“I could come like this,” he groaned, bucking his hips slightly, though not giving her enough space for air.
Bile bubbled in her stomach, burning her throat as it came up, the gagging becoming unbearable. Stars dotted her vision, her silent pleas going unnoticed as Rul grunted.