[Mature Content]
Cass knelt at Uriel's feet, the cool breeze from the garden brushing against her skin. The silence between them stretched, heavy and electric. She swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat as she waited, her heart pounding in her chest, loud enough that she was sure he could hear it.
Uriel stood above her, his presence looming, commanding, but for the moment, he remained silent. He didn't need to speak. His mere presence was enough to fill the space between them, to remind her of what she had come for.
He probably never thought that she'd come to him like this again, not with the way she'd snapped at him in his office. But Cass was weak.
She closed her eyes for a second, trying to push away the jumble of thoughts in her mind. She hadn't come here for comfort, and she knew Uriel understood that. This wasn't about solace or tenderness—this was about escape. She needed the weight of his control, needed to be stripped of the overwhelming chaos in her life. Here, with him, she could let go of everything.
This was pure, unbridled surrender.
Finally, Uriel spoke. His voice was low, deliberate, carrying that edge of dangerous calm she had come to know. "Stand up," he ordered.
Cass did as she was told, rising to her feet, her legs shaky beneath her. She could feel the anticipation thrumming through her body, her senses on high alert as Uriel turned and walked toward the house. Without another word, she followed him, her footsteps barely making a sound as they entered the mansion.
He led her up the grand staircase and down the familiar hall to the left. Cass's breath quickened as they stopped in front of a door. It was the same as all the other doors in the hallway and, unlike the other, she knew what was behind it. Uriel pulled a key from his pocket, slipping it into the lock and turning it with a soft click. The door swung open, revealing the dimly lit playroom inside.
The familiar scent of leather and wood filled her nose as she followed him inside. Everything was meticulously arranged, just as it had been before. The chair in the corner, the bed in the center, the racks of paddles and floggers along the walls. Uriel walked ahead of her, his steps deliberate as he made his way to the chair. He sat down, the soft creak of the leather the only sound in the room as he leaned back, watching her with a piercing gaze.
"Strip," he commanded, his voice firm but controlled.
Cass's fingers trembled as they curled around the hem of her shirt, the fabric suddenly feeling like it weighed ten pounds. Each breath felt shallow as her skin prickled with the cool air. She wasn't nervous—no, she was beyond nerves—and something about the way Uriel's gaze pinned her to the spot made it hard to focus. Slowly, deliberately, she peeled the shirt away, feeling every inch of her skin as it was revealed to his hungry eyes. Her pants came down next and the way his gaze appreciatively raked down her mound wasn't lost on her. She was clean shaven, save for a short landing strip of hair. Just the way he liked it.
Every second felt like an hour. Every sound of her own inhalation felt like an hourglass with slow falling sand.
Refusing to make the same mistake as last time, she folded the clothes neatly, placing her underwear on top of the pile and discarding them on top of the nearest drawer. Her breaths shallow as she returned to stand in Position 2—head bowed, hands behind her back, legs slightly apart. She was bare before him in every sense of the word, and his silence was louder than any command.
Uriel's gaze raked over her, slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring every inch of her exposed skin. His eyes lingered on her for a long moment, and even without looking up, she could feel the intensity of his stare.
"On the bed," came her next order. "Spread your legs and play with your nipples for me."
Cass obeyed, moving to the bed and climbing onto it. The sheets were cool beneath her as she settled herself, spreading her legs as instructed. Her hands moved to her chest, pinching her nipples between her fingers, the sharp sensation making her breath hitch in her throat.
Uriel remained seated, watching her. She could almost see the gears turning in his head as he considered what to do with her. Under the 'Healthcare and Medical Considerations' segment of their contract, she'd clearly stated that she had no STD's and was on birth control. He required a monthly checkup but, right now, she was in perfect condition to be used and he knew it.
His calculating gaze took in every movement, every twitch of her muscles. He wasn't rushing. He never rushed. The control, the dominance—it was always measured, deliberate, and that made it all the more consuming.
Cass pinched her nipples until the rose buds were stiff and erect. Her breasts had always been sensitive and her core was pulsing from the touch alone. If he didn't say anything soon, she would make herself come.
A soft moan escaped her lips, the thought of disobeying almost as thrilling as the thought of submitting. Luckily for her, Uriel finally spoke up.
"Perhaps I haven't made myself clear on the topic before, so I'll say it once," his voice was a hot, serrated knife to her concentration. "You will never interrupt me when I'm working."
Cass couldn't help herself. She said, "And when are you working, Master?"
The air between them shifted in an instant. The look in Uriel's eyes hardened, his gaze narrowing as he said, "Come here."
Cass, begrudgingly, took her hands from her breasts and stood from the bed. She took slow, deliberate steps to where Uriel was seated and stood in Position 2 before him.
The moment stretched as he lingered, his gaze fixed on her like a hunter savoring the chase. Cass felt the air grow thick between them, the silence heavy with unspoken commands. Then, without warning, his fingers latched onto her left nipple, the pressure immediate and sharp. The pain sliced through the haze of arousal, making her gasp, her body jerking in response. It wasn't the gentle teasing she'd craved—it was deliberate and punishing, pushing her past the threshold of pleasure into pain.
She whimpered, her body jerking under his touch.
"I don't appreciate interruptions when I'm on the phone," he said, his voice low, dangerous. "I don't appreciate interruptions when I'm in my office and I certainly don't appreciate you barging into my meetings and embarrassing me in front of my men. Is that clear, sub?"
He squeezed just a bit harder and followed it up with a tug. Cass hissed through the pain, her breathing ragged. "Crystal, Master."
Uriel hummed his satisfaction, his grip on her nipple loosening, only to snap back as he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her down. The shift was so sudden Cass barely had time to gasp before she was on his lap, her knees bracketing his thighs. The firmness of his legs beneath her, the sudden nearness of his body—it overwhelmed her senses, sent a fresh wave of heat through her. His legs moved apart with the same controlled aggression, spreading her legs along with them as if she were his to command in every way. She was seated, exposed, vulnerable, and aching to be touched.
Without giving her any time to process what was going on, he reached down and pinched her clit, rolling the engorged nub of nerves between his thumb and forefinger. Cass moaned, shamelessly, her hips bucking in a hopeless attempt to feel more of him. She could feel the imprint of his erection pressing against her ass through his pants and she was desperate to find out what would happen if she kept grinding up against him. But Uriel held her in place, his right hand casually teasing her while his left kept her still.
His lips found her ear. "I love how wet you get for me," he whispered roughly. "You're so turned on from just playing with your nipples, it's sexy."
Suddenly, Cass found herself out of his lap and laid over them instead. The motion was dizzying but Uriel wasn't willing to play nice. His left leg lounged forward languidly, leaving his right thigh to prop up her ass. Cass gasped and instinctively reached for the floor to steady herself.
Uriel's fingers slipped into her hair, tangling in the strands, and Cass barely had a second to brace herself before he yanked her head back sharply. Pain bloomed at the base of her scalp, radiating down her spine. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her face contorting into a grimace.
"I definitely do not appreciate back talk," he husked. "So if you so urgently need to say something that isn't your safeword, consider doing so with a lot less snark. Understood?"
Cass's response was immediate. "Yes, Master."
She was so turned on that she wanted to scream. The way Uriel casually wielded his dominance, the way he moved her around like some pathetic rag doll, his harsh grip on her hair. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, her body's response to the pain, but the masochist in her was rejoicing.
Uriel let go of her hair, letting her head fall. "I know you understand, Sladosti," he said, his tone full of mock sympathy. "But I should be clearer."
He grabbed her right ass and Cass flinched. In her peripheral vision, she caught sight of him reaching out, grabbing something off the wall as he massaged the skin casually. "After all, you're fond of disobeying my orders."
He held the item up in front of her vision, letting her see just what he would be using on her next. It was a wooden paddle with the words 'Yes Master' engraved in the polished, brown wood.
"Fitting for such a brat, don't you think?"
The question was rhetorical and, even if it wasn't, Cass didn't even have the mental bandwidth to respond. Her body instinctively tensed up with anticipation, her muscles freezing in welcome of the incoming impact.
The paddle disappeared from her line of sight and Uriel released her ass cheek. She felt the loss like a missing heartbeat, unsettling and abrupt.
Uriel said, "I expect you to count out each blow." Before the paddle came down, swift and hard on her right ass.
The first blow was like a shockwave, radiating heat and pain that made her skin sing. But instead of shrinking from it, Cass found herself leaning into the sensation, her mind beginning to blur around the edges.
"One, Master!" She cried out, more from shock than the pain.
Instead of a second blow, Uriel squeezed the stinging skin, forcing a whimper past her lips. "What do you say when you're given a gift?" He asked.
"Thank you, Master?" She said, her muddled mind making her unsure of her own words.
Uriel chuckled darkly. "Good girl, you're learning." Before delivering another swift blow to her ass.
Cass screamed. "Two! Thank you, Master!"
The third and fourth spanks came down in rapid succession and her hands balled up into fists, her fingers desperately searching for something to hold on to while her core pulsed with need and her skin caught fire. "Three! Four! Thank you, Master!"
Uriel continued spanking and Cass continued counting and thanking him, her mind slipping out of clarity into an emptiness that she couldn't describe if she tried. Each strike stripped another layer from her thoughts, until all that was left was the raw sensation. The sound of each blow against her skin was hypnotic— her pain becoming secondary to the pleasure coursing through her veins like molten honey, slow and sweet, spreading warmth through her body. She was a raw nerve— every strike bringing her closer to that quiet place she so desperately craved.
And she was so so wet, she could feel her juices slipping down her thighs.
Uriel gave her ass one last, hard swat and Cass damn near came. "Twenty! Thank you, Master!"
Cass's whole body buzzed with a heady mix of pain and warmth, her skin throbbing with the lingering sting. She was trembling, but it wasn't from fear or exhaustion—it was from the deep satisfaction settling in her bones. The space in her mind where chaos usually resided was now blissfully quiet. She felt lighter, freer, even as her body ached in the aftermath.
The sound of her hard breathing was too loud to her own ears but Uriel sounded icy cool, like spanking her into submission didn't even count as a light work out. "Did you enjoy your spanking, Cassandra?" He asked.
Even in a trance, Cass recognised the question for what it was. It was his way of checking in on her, of making sure she was okay to keep going. "Very much, Master," she replied, her voice hoarse and breathy.
Uriel lifted her up again with the ease of a vampire with centuries of honed physical strength and sat her down on his lap again, this time she was facing him. Uriel's iris was blown wide with pure, unadulterated lust and Cass was sure hers mirrored that same, dazed, drunken look.
He grinned, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he began massaging her heated ass chee. "You took your punishment so well, good girl."
The pride in his voice only fuelled her desire to please. "Thank you, master."
Uriel leaned in close and grazed his teeth over her neck. A shiver snaked down her spine, accompanied by a moan when his mouth made its steady ascent up her neck and reached her ear. He sucked in the lobule, swiping his tongue over the soft skin and sending another shiver down her spine and a jolt of heat straight to her core.
His breath was hot and ragged against her ear as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard, your slick little pizda will miss my cock when it's gone."
He pulled a desperate moan from her lips with another casual pinch of her nipple, following it up with a simple order, "Up."
Cass stood on shaky legs, falling into Position 2 like it was the most natural thing in the world. In some ways, it was. She had since lost reason, since stopped fighting. Now, both body and mind craved one thing and that one thing was whatever Uriel was willing to give her. She was equally prepared to give him whatever he deemed worthy to take from her. Here, in this room, there was no past, no future, only the present. Only Uriel. Every sensation, every touch, every word he spoke stripped away the layers of responsibility and guilt that had been crushing her for days. She could breathe here, in the space he created for her.
She could see his hands moving, undoing the buttons of his white dress shirt and a sting of disappointment passed through her because, with her head bowed, she couldn't see those perfectly sculpted abs that prompted her to give him a handjob in his kitchen. However, she didn't have to complain much, because the next thing he took off were his pants. Followed by his shorts. His erect dick sprung out from their cotton prison, resting against his abdomen. Cass's jaw dropped.
She'd gotten him off before, her hands tingled with the memory of wrapping around his shaft. But it was so big, she couldn't help but wonder how it was going to fit in her. What Uriel was going to do to make it fit.
Her heart found a comfortable spot in her throat as Uriel stepped up to her. He tilted her chin up, taking in the hunger in her eyes for a second before he pressed his lips to hers.
The last of Cass's brain cells died.
Uriel Serpov was kissing her and it was everything she'd ever dreamed it to be and more. His kiss was straight forward and sure, much like himself but equally wicked and teasing, also much like himself. His teeth grazed her bottom lip, his tongue skilfully slipping into her mouth when her lips parted to release a breathy sigh. He tasted like fruit wine, smoke and something spicy. Like sin and solace. Like the flavor of a forbidden fruit.
Cass melted into the feeling of his warm tongue in her mouth, drinking her in, possessing her senses. She moaned to the feeling of his dick finding the space between her legs as he began grinding against her, soaking himself in the ocean of her desire. She whimpered into his mouth and his lips left hers. His tongue dipped in the hollow of her neck, his tongue lapping up the salty sweetness of her heated skin. Kissing. Sucking. Nibbling. Marking her. Cass was kindle set ablaze. A live wire sparking, electrified by each caress. A candle melting. A wave crashing against him.
She was desperate and turned all the way on. And she needed more.
Instinctively, she reached for him. Her hands aching to pull him closer. She didn't realize her grave mistake until Uriel took a step back and pushed her away. She landed on the matters with a soft thud.
His eye dipped in a frown but she could see his skin was slightly flushed, his dick red and pulsing. "I don't recall giving you permission to touch me," he husked, running his fingers through his inky black hair.
Cass whined pathetically, completely stripped of all shame. "But Master…"
A swift strike landed on the inside of her thigh, her corresponding yelp cutting off her complaining.
He reached for the chest of drawers beside the bed, pulling open a cabinet and retrieving a pair of padded leather cuffs from the storage. It didn't take a detective to tell Cass that it was going to be used on her.
Uriel saw the fear in her eyes, the terror caused by the sheer fact that she couldn't predict him and he smiled. A pretty half-moon smile that, accompanied with his eyepatch, made her look like a cross between a fallen angel and an unrepentant demon.
He buckled the cuffs with slow, deliberate motions, watching her eyes widen, savoring the tension in the air. His voice dropped, smooth and dangerous. "If you can't keep your hands to yourself, then I'll have to teach you some discipline."