Oh God, Asher had only just started, and Jezebel was dying already. Wetness ran hot and sticky between her thighs so that every motion made her more aware of her arousal.
It wasn't just that he had used her so recently. It was also the sheer power and dominance in the way he looked in that room. When he crossed to get the cuffs, her skin turned flush with need.
When he commanded her to spread wide for his viewing pleasure, her body clenched with emptiness.
Jezebel had to work to think straight, and she stared up at him, giving him her attention without looking away, because she couldn't even look anywhere else anymore.
There was nothing so wonderful as the sight of him in that room with that crop. Asher was a god, a distant creature who she got the joy of serving.
And she got to see him like that for a whole month, got to feel his instruction with each and every crop lick, with each hard command.
"Good girl," he said when she was posed correctly, and it felt like ecstasy. Shivers of pleasure ran down her spine at the sound of those words. "Let's see you standing now."
But when she made to stand, he lifted an eyebrow and chuckled, stopping her. "You'll learn to automatically clean up the messes you leave."
Asher tapped the floor where she had dripped, and she groaned, bowing low to lap it up, closing her eyes with her desire. And oh, there was so much of it.
"That's it. Now you may stand." Jezebel obeyed, vision turning hazy with greedy lust, but she tried to ignore it, remembering what he had said. Asher's pleasure.
If it pleased him to have her orgasm, he would make her do so, and until then, she wasn't so much as allowed to beg or ask for one.
So she stared into his eyes instead, thinking of that phrase. Asher's pleasure. It helped a lot more than she ever would have expected it to.
Jezebel automatically spread wide, obscenely wide, like he had shown her with the spreader bar.
She arched her back so that her breasts were displayed and clasped her hands behind her neck so that she was defenseless and open. And it made him beam with pride.
"Good girl. You remembered well." Jezebel moaned when he tapped the crop between her legs, watching him smile while he teased her.
The haze of lust turned insistent, and she made a sound, whimpering with desire, though she didn't dare speak. Asher didn't want her to, and she was scared of his displeasure in the same way she craved for his pleasure.
He switched between teasing her intimately to slapping her thighs, and she rose up on her toes, giving over to the sensation.
And that's when he stopped. Jezebel whimpered again, and his smile deepened, his eyes darkening with satisfaction at her obvious arousal and discomfort. Instead of answering it, he circled around her and stroked a hand around her waist, instead asking, "Are you hungry?"
Jezebel had to work to even focus on the change of pace. She made to open her mouth, but he was kind enough to stop her with a finger over her lips.
"It's a yes or no question," Asher said softly. "Nod or shake your head." And there was no anger. There never was with him.
There was only stern reprimand when she failed him or strict reminder that she shouldn't fail him. This was the latter.
Jezebel thought about his question, trying to think. Yes or no? Wasn't that supposed to be easy? But her mind said that she should be hungry while her body said that she didn't feel that way, but that was probably only because of nerves.
And food would be a bodily pleasure that might temporarily get her mind off the unrequited pleasure she was suffering. "Pet, that's enough."
Asher smacked her cheek so that her mind snapped back to focus on his eyes, on his pleasure. There was exasperation in his gaze, and that made her whimper. "My patience is not without end. Yes or no, it's simple."
Jezebel nodded, mostly because she hoped food would get her mind off of how aroused she was. And that assumption? Oh, it was dead wrong.
Asher smiled in encouragement. "There, see? It was that easy, Pet. The next time you let your mind go, I'll refocus your attention with clover clamps."
Jezebel shivered with dread and nodded that she understood perfectly. Her focus was to be totally on him. Bad Pet. No.
"But I'm glad to hear you're hungry. It gives me a chance to acquaint you with your new predominant form of eating. Breakfast will be the only exception. Come here and let me show you how it works."
Asher pat the spanking bench, which made her curious as to how this would go. Jezebel watched him warily, suddenly cautious as to what kind of food would involve the spanking bench, but she lowered her hands and automatically got to her knees to crawl to him.
It had been another lesson of his that he preferred her crawling and it was obvious she pleased him by remembering. Asher pet her hair lovingly.
"Bend over and reach your hands down to these bars here." Asher indicated the other side of the bench, and when she crawled over, the result was an actually fairly comfortable position.
There were two little holders for her knees, and they were cushioned so she could stay in that form for extended lengths of time.
Asher chained her ankle cuffs to the strange backward stirrups and then chained her wrist cuffs to the bars that she held.
When she was safely cuffed and tethered, he checked her over with a loving brush of his hand down her body, and then he went and got a strange kind of post, adjusting it so that the top was level with her face.
Jezebel felt her eyes go wide when he came back with a molded toy. And she wasn't sure, but it looked a lot like one of the realistic shapings that could be molded after a partner's anatomy.
While she watched, he fixed it to the attachment at the top of the post. "Open up, Pet."
Jezebel had a brief moment while she opened her mouth to realize that she was starting to think of herself as Pet, not Jezebel.
And then she realized that her thoughts had started turning to the third person, as if she were a toy, an object, not someone. But then she was too busy choking on the toy to think about it.
"Shh. Such a good girl. Just accept it. Relax your throat." Jezebel obeyed, her body pulsing with need at whatever this was. Hadn't he asked about food?
She didn't care much anymore, lost to the thought that she was likely practicing with something modeled after him, and enjoying the thought of having practice to better please him in the future.
Jezebel had to work to relax her throat and take the toy, had to focus on swallowing to get the entirety of it down, and his relentless coaxing helped.
And then she had finally reached the end, and her lips pressed a button on the base so that a spritz of thick, chalky liquid hit the back of her throat.
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*Author's note*
*I've realized that this 1st Odyssey is heavier on the BDSM mastery and conditioning with a little reluctance.*
*For an elf prince who'd never even kissed before, do you think his first experience as Asher Lavrov is great, or rather too harsh from the get-go?*
Tell me what you think in the comment section :)!
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