Hey Everyone! 😊
Now that the Fourth of July is past, and it's officially summertime with all the unbearably hot weather that comes with it, I thought it might be a good time to remind us all that winter is coming... 😉 Enjoy!
With her height, Kate hadn't found many people who towered over her, but Ankou made her feel tiny. It wasn't just his stature, she had stood close to him many times without feeling dwarfed, but something in his posture as well. There was a threatening vibe to his stance; an air of menace. Looking up at him, she was suddenly nervous.
"Stand up straight and still with your arms out to your sides," he growled.
Thrusting her shoulders back, Kate raised her arms and froze. She was confused at first, until Ankou began undressing her. He treated her body as if she was prized livestock, running his hands possessively over her flesh as he uncovered it. But he was gentle.
When he pulled her sleeves down her arms, he was careful to make sure that her fingers didn't become tangled in the fabric or bent at a bad angle. He held the neck of the shirt out so that it didn't abrade her face when he pulled it over her head. When he lifted her feet to pull her skirt from around her, he held her waist to help her maintain her balance. On the surface, he behaved as though she was property, but his actions demonstrated that he cared for her well-being. She relaxed.
Rising from his crouch with his mate's skirt in his hands, Ankou hung it up and considered her underclothing. They were made of translucent, dark green lace, and brought out the delicacy of her skin in an extraordinary fashion. He wouldn't blame her if she valued the attractive garments, but his plans would result in their destruction. "How attached are you to those items?"
Kate looked down at the bra and panties her lover had indicated. Confused, she said, "I like them."
"Would you be distressed if they were ruined?"
"Distressed?" she thought about that. The bra and panties were nice, but they were just clothes. And Elatha had been excited to try her hand at creating new lingerie for her queen. "No, I guess not."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Good," he gave her a wicked grin. Wrapping his hand around her upper arm, Ankou led his mate over to a metal frame. It looked like three sides of a rectangle, with two parallel upright poles that were about eight feet tall and a seven-foot-long perpendicular horizontal pole connecting them at the top. The floor underneath it was covered in a padded leather mat. The vertical posts had wide leather cuffs that could be moved along their length and secured at various heights. Positioning Kate between the two upright poles, Ankou took her left hand and secured her wrist to the left pole at a height that was just a little above her shoulder. He did the same with her right wrist, securing it to the pole on the right side.
Walking over to the wall behind him, he retrieved a metal bar with padded leather cuffs on each end of it. He placed the bar between her feet and secured her ankles in the cuffs. The result was her feet were separated a little more than the width of her shoulders. He finished restraining her by attaching the ankle cuffs to the upright poles with lengths of chain.
Inspecting his work, he walked around her and checked to make sure her joints weren't stretched and the cuffs were not too tight. "Are you comfortable?"
"Yes," she looked at him, waiting.
"Nothing feels too tight? You don't feel any strain in your arms or legs?"
"No, nothing is tight. Nothing feels strained. I'm fine."
Nodding, he moved to stand in front of her and cupped both hands around her face. Tilting her head up, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Because you are new to this game, as we begin I will explain what I am doing and why. That way you will have the opportunity to become accustomed to how the game works. But as we progress, I will cease explaining myself and expect you to trust me if you wish to continue. Do you understand?"
She nodded, looking up at him.
"Do you remember your safeword?"
"Yes, it's 'stad.'"
"Correct. And you remember that you can use it any time you need to stop, for any reason. Whatever your concern is, we will discuss it. I will not be angry, so if you wish to stop then say so."
She nodded, "I understand."
"During this game, you will address me as either 'Master' or 'Sir.' Unless you are using your safeword, you will only speak in direct response to a question and you will end your answer with 'Sir' or 'Master.' Do you understand?"
"Yes."
Reaching down, he slid his hand inside her bra cup and took her left nipple between his fingers, squeezing it. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Yes, what?"
Gasping, she arched into his grasp and moaned. "Yes, sir!"
He smiled and released her flesh. "Good. First I'm going to arouse you so that your body will be more accepting of pain. When I believe you are prepared, I will flog you. Since you have never done this before, I will start off with something gentle. Some people enjoy being flogged, some even find it relaxing, but others do not. This is an experiment to see if it is something that you like. If it is, we may see if you also enjoy harsher whips. If you do not like it, then we will move on to something else. If you become distressed or it is too much, use your safeword. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good." He kissed her again and traced his lips down her throat. When he reached her shoulders, he licked and nibbled his way to her collarbone. Closing his eyes, he shuddered. He had been dreaming about this. Swirling his tongue along the delicate skin at the top of her chest, he smoothed his fingers up and down her ribcage. He had not met many females who fit him so well in height, and yet remained delicate in their build. Reveling in the fact that he could encircle her waist with his hands, he drew her right nipple between his lips and suckled on it through the fabric of her bra. His mate moaned and shivered at his attention, and the scent of her arousal reached his nose. He growled around the morsel of flesh in his mouth and gave it a gentle nip.
"Ah!" she cried out, pressing herself closer to his lips.
Standing back, Ankou grinned down at her. "I love how responsive you are."
Dazed, it took Kate a minute to focus on his words. "Huh?"
His hand shot out and he gave her a sharp slap on her behind.
"Oh!" she gasped, as the sting registered. But then a warmth seemed to spread out from the spot he had struck. She moaned. "I don't understand, Master."
"Better. But that wasn't a question, you should not have spoken."
She looked at him, confused. He still hadn't asked a question, should she apologize? Biting her lips, she gazed at him. Indecision was written across her features.
Taking mercy on her, he continued, "Since you are new at this, I will be generous and answer you. You are extremely sensitive, and so it takes little stimulation to provoke a response from you." He ran a finger up the inside of her thigh, coating it with the moisture that was leaking from her core and through her panties. Rubbing her dew over her mouth, he continued, "I noticed it last night when I ate your pussy. You respond beautifully to attention."
Licking her lips, Kate tasted the salt of her arousal and blushed.
Skimming his fingers over the color on her cheeks, he kissed her. "Don't ever be embarrassed by that. It's a gift. For both of us." After kissing her again, he went to the stand at the end of the room and selected a flogger. Walking back to her, he skimmed his hand down her back, teasing her skin.
Placing the flogger on the floor at his feet, he took her bra in both hands and ripped it from her body. Kate gasped and her pulse sped. She could feel the heat radiating from him and his breath against her neck. When he scooped up the flogger and stepped back, she tensed.
Seeing that his Anamchara was anxious, Ankou considered asking again if she was okay. He decided against it. She was an intelligent female and she knew her safeword, he had to trust her to use it if she needed it. Still, he was careful to use just the slightest flick of his wrist when he sent the tails of the flogger against her back. The soft leather strips danced across her skin and then away, not even leaving a mark of their passage. He paused to see how she would react.
The gentle impact of the whip startled Kate, even though she knew it was coming. It seemed like every nerve in her being was electrified, and she felt the connection of each tail. To her surprise, they didn't hurt. Instead, they felt like a series of soft thumps against her back. Her eyes wide and her breathing rapid, she looked over her shoulder at Ankou.
The Winter king met his Anamchara's eyes and waited to see if she would speak. After a couple of heartbeats, the surprise faded from her face and her breathing slowed. She turned back around, never uttering a sound. He smiled and gave her three more strokes in rapid succession. Watching her closely, he saw her jerk in the restraints as the first two registered and then relax. As the third blow fell, she moaned and looked back at him with passion-hazed eyes.
Experiencing her first flogging was an eye-opening experience for Kate. She had expected pain, but there was none. She had expected fear, but she was not afraid. Looking at Ankou, she had seen the constant evaluation he was performing. His concern for her welfare, both physical and mental, was clear in his eyes behind the mask. When Erik had beaten her, there had often been a sexual arousal present in his eyes; but, for the most part, they were just cold. He had not seen her as a fellow human being, just as an object for his gratification. Ankou's eyes were full of heat and excitement, but she also saw an awareness of her as a person. He wanted her to enjoy this as much as he did and would be careful not to take it too far. Understanding that fact allowed her to relax and just feel.
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