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  Deacon’s natural response to the way he was thinking right now was to simply run, and leave. Leave Stonecoast and start fresh somewhere else, that’s how he saw affection and relationships. They left a person weak and susceptible to attack, he could protect himself against even the worst vampire but they could now target her to get to him and it would work. That by definition was a weakness, but somehow for the first time he didn’t care that it was there. He saw the weakness this time as an opportunity to feel something else he’d never experienced, instead of running he was fueled by curiosity. Perhaps she was just a good submissive, she was so good that she knew what to say to make him truly believe the things she said. Perhaps she was simply that good—-that none of it was real in that way, but even the fear of that somehow was worth it in Deacon’s mind. 

Using her like this was just one method of punishment in Deacon’s mind, this was a method of showing her that sometimes she didn’t deserve the gratification of pleasure. That even if her pussy was dripping and wet that her behavior sometimes would dictate that even the lightest touch would not happen, and due to her behavior tonight it was one of those nights. It was difficult at times, because even he craved the feeling of her cunt around his cock, he craved the feeling of her walls tightening around him as she came but for now he had her throat which was tightening and restricting around him on nearly every thrust. Seeing her makeup running down her cheeks was just a bonus, it was the first part of a masterpiece as far as he was concerned. Zoey was beautiful, beyond beautiful really, but when Deacon finished with her she would truly be perfection in every definition of the word. 

He had to be careful with what he was doing as they hadn’t truly experimented much with breath play, he pulled his cock out quicker than normal due to not knowing the sexy blonde’s limits when it came to choking.  “It’s fun isn’t it? To have your master control such a bare essential need—-we’ll experiment more with it soon. We’ll learn just how much you can take i promise” he assured but that wasn't’ tonight. Tonight it was about using her mouth. When he grabbed her head again he began to roughly fuck her mouth, feeling the saliva all around his cock and dripping down his balls the rougher he fucked her face. He felt the restriction and tightness of her throat the harsher he claimed her. He felt that feeling of release growing within him with every hard slam of his cock into her throat, his hand grabbing and holding her head down with the entirety of his cock in her throat choking her again, his eyes watching her as she struggled for several long moments. Every moment of it he got closer to his release. When he finally released her hair and let her get a breath his hand snapped to his throbbing length.

“Is my little slut ready for some cum? This is going to be the first load of many tonight for you—-are you ready to be nothing but your masters little cum whore?” he asked as he moved closer and stroked himself hard. “I think you should beg—–beg like the needy little slut you are for your master”.

Zoey was soft hearted and that made it easy to get hurt, yet she was already in head over heels and once her heart had been given, she was too far gone to try and protect herself. She was more completely Deacon’s than he even realized. If she had known his thoughts she would have tried her darndest to let him know there was no reason to run. She was his. Only his. He was her first dominant and Master and she considered herself very fortunate. She wasn’t attempted to trick him into anything. She was, however, giving him her all, heart, body, and soul. 

Zoey knew nothing about breathplay from any sort of experience, but in this heightened state, it had both excited her and produced a healthy amount of fear. The one thing that made all the difference in the world was that she trusted Deacon with her life. Repeatedly he choked her on his cock and each time she ended up struggling but little good that would do her. He’d taken the time to bind her on her knees in such a position that he held complete control over her. She had no way to pull off or struggle as all it took was a good hold of her hair to easily hold her into place, which he was taking full advantage of.  She loved how he used her even while her desires for him grew, but it was dawning on her than while this punishment excited her that she might not receive any sort of relief for her in sight. He would leave her needy and desperate while he used her for his own sexual needs and used her well he was. 

It was to the point he wasn’t giving her a chance to suck just rammed his cock in her little throat using it for his pleasure, fucking it harshly which she honestly loved. It only had her submitting further and thinking over her punishment and earlier testing him. Had she not done it he’d be fucking her in her cunt like she so desperately was desiring and doubting she was going to get at this point. She had a feeling that he’d be face fucking her all night and using her as he wished. Would he spank her afterwards or whip her in some way? That would be even worse, face fucking her, punishing her further than her not getting any sort of relief. She would be begging for it.. The moment he removed his cock from her mouth, she panted as she gained her breath. Looking down she watched him as he got his cock good and ready to unload..watching as one drop of cum pooled up to tease her. “Please Master. Will you stuff your cock don’t my throat and hold it there while you empty into my belly. Force it all down and give me no choice but to accept every drop and not waste any at all? Please, I long for it. Please.” Begging continuously while excitement was drawn out.

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Oh boy, just her luck being caught. Biting her lip she stepped forward. How did she get herself into these situations? It’s not like she was following the woman, strike that, if her witch senses weren’t off this was no human but someone powerful. She wasn’t sure what species only knowing that they weren’t human. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t following you, I promise.” rambling as she was known to do when nervous and these were one of those times. Had she just gotten herself in trouble, or what?

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Laura sensed their presence even before she heard movement in the shadows– and the clicking of her heels wasn’t the only sound on the street, A light sigh went past her lips and the vampire came to a halt, taking a step closer. “Come on out, darling. Let me see you– I’m in no mood to play games.”

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She was falling for her master, falling hard and falling fast. She’d be a fool to deny it. Admitting it to herself was one thing, admitting it to him another. Some men went cold and closed themselves off when you mentioned the L word. So she kept that to herself for now. She’d never fallen in love before but with Deacon it was impossible to resist. He consumed her every thought, didn’t matter if it were day or night, if they were together or apart, she craved his touch, his dominance, his everything. She wished to give him her all and she had to the best of her ability. Just like he said, she was meant to be his, to serve him and worship him like he deserved. This lifestyle was new to her but she submissive with her everything and she truthfully would be happy chained to his bed with no other purpose than to see to his every need and pleasure. She’d told him so but she wasn’t sure if he realized it wasn’t something she just said in the heat of the moment. She meant it. 

As he used her now while she was restrained and had no choice in the matter it just proved what she already admitted, she was his, utterly. She deserved everything that he did to her. Pleasure, pain, punishment, training, discipline, and welcomed it. Asked these questions of was she a good whore she had no way of answering with his cock filling up her mouth and held in her throat. She loved him for it despite struggling against the restraints and his unbreakable hold. She loved that he didn’t give into her but used her as he pleased, using her mouth and throat as he wished. Forcing her to take it and not weakening his resolve, while tears began to smear trails of mascara down her flushed cheeks and her struggles intensified.

She was choking as he fucked her throat roughly then held her in place cutting off her air, her cheeks turning red as she struggling, wiggling and squirming despite him instructing her to hold it there. When he finally allowed her up for air, she couldn’t answer as she was gasping in big gulps of air. Swallowing while salva dripped onto her middle and lashes spiked with tears fluttered up so that she could meet his dark lust filled gaze. Licking her lips while harsh breaths continued to escape then drawing big gulps of air into her lungs. “It’s scary when you cut off my air but thrilling too. Thank you for using your girl and making me your toy. Would.. would you do it again.. please?” begging sweetly for more as lips parted and she weaved closer enjoying his use of her and his punishment while he made her even more his with every passing second. 

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Zoey knew that she’d got more than she’d ever dreamed of with Deacon. At first it was no more than a contract. He’d offered her his protection and she’d provide an outlet for all of his desires, be a toy he could use and fuck when needed. She’d be a live in submissive to use at his discretion, but somewhere along the lines it had became so much more than that. There was this instant attraction and a bond had formed. He had this hold over her and it had nothing to do with the ties that he had her in or the brand that she wore on her. it went deeper that any outward chains. it came from within. It was one of the reasons that she wanted to wear his collar. She wanted the world to know that she belonged to him that she  was his. 

She longed to please him so very much even as she had told him no earlier and tested him. She’d only done it so that he would put her in her place. Even though she had licked and teased his cock then obediently opened her mouth and slid down his length and tried her hardest to take him into her throat the moment he told her to beg him to use her mouth. “I was a very bad girl to defy you earlier. I think Master needs to teach his girl that she can’t tell him no. Please fuck my throat and train me to please you.”

The more that he dominated her the more that she submitted to his will. Even though she’d begged him to do just that, it was only naturally that her throat protested and she struggled to take it as he forced his big thick cock down her throat and held her in place. Her tight little throat clamping down and spasming while she squirmed and fought his hold. Only slding out of her throat enough to allow her to breath knowing he would soon be sliding right back in and using her for his pleasure for as long as he wished and how he wished. She was under his complete control.

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She had gone past just being a submissive, she was something that he didn’t know how to define. It wasn’t a relationship, but it was something far deeper than just being his submissive. In many ways it was the most serious thing he’d ever had in his life, for a man that despised relationships and commitment he realized tonight with how she gave herself to him that he was simply waiting for the right woman. He would give her anything, and that went so much further than just protection or some agreement with a council. He would do anything for her not out of obligation but because he cared for her and cared. For other people perhaps this arrangement was just for fun, but to Deacon it was more. He was falling for her. He had spent the last many years sprawling from one night stand to one night stand, never seeing much of a reason to come back to someone twice but now he was with someone that not just did he want to come back to but he didn’t want to leave in the first place.

Words were just as big of a turn on to Deacon as anything else, to hear the filthy words from her lips whether they were telling him to use her or other filthy things. He craved it, hearing her say those words immediately caused his cock to pulse with pleasure as he looked at her. “Good girl—it’s okay. After you punishment all will be good again—” he promised, though he wasn’t sure she knew that the punishment wasn’t just this. The punishment was that he was likely going to do this over and over again for the rest of the night. Repeatedly fucking her throat and just leaving her there to think about her disobedience as her saliva dripping from her chin down onto her tits. “You’re such a good little whore Zoey—-such a perfect whore for your master aren’t you?”.

Feeling her throat tighten around him only brought him more pleasure as he felt it all around his cock. Using her like this gave him a certain thrill of ownership, a rush of pleasure from just doing with her as he pleased as if she had no control at all. He let her take a few deep breaths but then he plunged his cock into her mouth again but this time even more aggressively, his hand tugging her hair as his hips began to thrust forward fucking her mouth as if it were her wet cunt. His other hand moving to her head to keep her head still as he fucked it. “This is what masters little whore needs isn’t it?” he growled as he pushed her head all the way down, holding her there as his cock was at the deepest point of her throat possible knowing that she likely was choking on him. “Hold it there—-” he moaned as the pleasure coursed through him, forcing her to keep it there for a few seconds longer than the first time testing how long she could go without breathing before finally pulling back and releasing her head. “Let all that saliva drip onto your tits—-” he commanded. “How does that feel baby? How does it feel to be nothing but your masters toy?”.

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Masters gifts, I shall wear them proudly.

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@zoeymeadows

Zoey you were such a good girl with how much you were able to take the other night that I had to get you some gifts. We talked about getting you a choker so that you’ll always know that you belong to me. Now everyone that see’s you will know you have a master. I also got us some matching restraints for you to match. When I get home I want you naked wearing nothing but these.

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Zoey knew that she’d got more than she’d ever dreamed of with Deacon. At first it was no more than a contract. He’d offered her his protection and she’d provide an outlet for all of his desires, be a toy he could use and fuck when needed. She’d be a live in submissive to use at his discretion, but somewhere along the lines it had became so much more than that. There was this instant attraction and a bond had formed. He had this hold over her and it had nothing to do with the ties that he had her in or the brand that she wore on her. it went deeper that any outward chains. it came from within. It was one of the reasons that she wanted to wear his collar. She wanted the world to know that she belonged to him that she  was his. 

She longed to please him so very much even as she had told him no earlier and tested him. She’d only done it so that he would put her in her place. Even though she had licked and teased his cock then obediently opened her mouth and slid down his length and tried her hardest to take him into her throat the moment he told her to beg him to use her mouth. “I was a very bad girl to defy you earlier. I think Master needs to teach his girl that she can’t tell him no. Please fuck my throat and train me to please you.”

The more that he dominated her the more that she submitted to his will. Even though she’d begged him to do just that, it was only naturally that her throat protested and she struggled to take it as he forced his big thick cock down her throat and held her in place. Her tight little throat clamping down and spasming while she squirmed and fought his hold. Only slding out of her throat enough to allow her to breath knowing he would soon be sliding right back in and using her for his pleasure for as long as he wished and how he wished. She was under his complete control.

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Deadon knew just the perfect words to put her mind at ease. She’d worried that she had displeased him but he understood that it was all an act, the testing him part, a wish to feel his complete and utter control of her.  She wondered if he knew her better than she knew herself. She was still learning the ropes as it were and opening up to him had been hard but easier than she would have thought. Before that moment she’d held some of herself back afraid of sharing the inner workings of her mind, her thoughts, her dreams and wishes. This only bonded them even closer. “I do want to please you, but I also like feeling your control when I test boundaries and disobey you.” Zoey gasped as he grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her to the edge of the bed and then off of it, taking full control of her just like she yearned for. Obediently falling to her knees before him totally at his mercy. Even more so as he wrapped each dainty wrist in leather and tied them to the post. There would be no way to deny him now. He had her right where he wanted her. Brown eyes lowered to watch his hands as he unbuttoned his pants and she got a look at his cock. Taking every inch was going to be difficult, nearly impossible on her own. He knew this. Zoey had one hell of a fucking gag reflexes but that just made it all the more enjoyable for her Master, every single time that it gave a nice hug and squeeze.

Leaning forward, obediently she opened her mouth and closed them about the head before sliding down his big cock, the width spreading her mouth around it. There was no way that she could get it into her throat without a little bit of help. She knew that he’d have no problem shoving it down her tight throat at all and her cunt was dripping at the thought of him doing just that. Attempting to swallow the big head down yet her throat simply closed up refusing him entrance. Blinking, her eyes steady on his own while she began to slide him along her tongue in and out of her willing little mouth.

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“Then disobey me sweetheart—-test the boundaries. But there will be times it leads to things you may not like. When you disobey there are alot of things that may come of it—–but that’s what is exciting about it. Learning what will happen next” in that moment he realized that he was exploring this just as much as she was, he hadn’t had someone like her in his life. When she challenged him he was getting to test his own boundaries and figure out how to deal with it. His punishments weren’t rehearsed or done with experience, they were crafted uniquely for the girl in front of him because he’d never had someone truly allow him to indulge in this. She was becoming more than a submissive, more than just someone that he protected. 

He knew she would know what was going to happen the moment she was on her knees, but using her mouth was one of his favorite things and considering her disobedience he wouldn’t feel at all bad about ignoring her dripping cunt and not allowing her the pleasure. He planned to use her mouth far rougher than he ever had before. Tonight had awakened a deeper side to their arrangement, so that meant that the tiny blonde was going to be struggling even more than she likely knew once his cock moved into her mouth. Deacon enjoyed making a mess of her, to take such a beautiful and perfect looking woman and leave her a mess of saliva. To have her eyes tearing up and leading to her makeup looking like a mess. And eventually to let his seed spill all over the delicate skin of a woman. 

He let he go by herself for a few moments, letting her simply move her lips and her tongue around the throbbing length. He let her attempt to take him down only to feel her throat tighten around him as she tried. His hand reached down to her head again and grabbed a thick handful of her soft blonde hair and tugged her off his length. “Tell your master to use your mouth—-” he commanded. This was her punishment, to be nothing but a mouth to please her master. His hand grabbed her head and moved it to his cock and forcefully pushed her nearly all the way down his cock ignoring any resistance, holding her there for several long moments before releasing and letting her pull back.

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Deadon knew just the perfect words to put her mind at ease. She’d worried that she had displeased him but he understood that it was all an act, the testing him part, a wish to feel his complete and utter control of her.  She wondered if he knew her better than she knew herself. She was still learning the ropes as it were and opening up to him had been hard but easier than she would have thought. Before that moment she’d held some of herself back afraid of sharing the inner workings of her mind, her thoughts, her dreams and wishes. This only bonded them even closer. “I do want to please you, but I also like feeling your control when I test boundaries and disobey you.” Zoey gasped as he grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her to the edge of the bed and then off of it, taking full control of her just like she yearned for. Obediently falling to her knees before him totally at his mercy. Even more so as he wrapped each dainty wrist in leather and tied them to the post. There would be no way to deny him now. He had her right where he wanted her. Brown eyes lowered to watch his hands as he unbuttoned his pants and she got a look at his cock. Taking every inch was going to be difficult, nearly impossible on her own. He knew this. Zoey had one hell of a fucking gag reflexes but that just made it all the more enjoyable for her Master, every single time that it gave a nice hug and squeeze.

Leaning forward, obediently she opened her mouth and closed them about the head before sliding down his big cock, the width spreading her mouth around it. There was no way that she could get it into her throat without a little bit of help. She knew that he’d have no problem shoving it down her tight throat at all and her cunt was dripping at the thought of him doing just that. Attempting to swallow the big head down yet her throat simply closed up refusing him entrance. Blinking, her eyes steady on his own while she began to slide him along her tongue in and out of her willing little mouth.

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Whose ass is this? ― Zoey answered before she could stop herself. “Yours..” The truth spilling free naturally. Testing him was a curiosity and excitement but she was his. They both knew it.  “Yes, I love this.” Again admitting it and seeing no reason to lie. She’d never experienced true punishment at his hands and wanted to experience all sides to Deacon. Her ass was on fire by the time he decided to stop and move on to other things, such as the restraints. She almost caved as she desired him and if she continued down this road she’d be held in place while he did anything that he wished to her, which was thrilling yet also had a bit of apprehension settling in. She didn’t wish to truly displease him either.  

Silence stretched out between them as she watched him attach one to each corner. She was indecisive. On the one hand she wanted to give into him and submit and on the other she wished to test him to see what ideas lurked within that intelligent mind of his. Crawling to him, she stood up on her knees and slid her arms around his waist. She needed to touch him, be near him and to please him. This was so dang confusing. All she knew to be was honest. “I am.. sorry. I want to please you but I also want to be a bad girl and have you punish me. To know what it feels like to be completely under your control and be given no say so and no choice in the matter. I am yours Deacon.” She opened completely up to him in that moment unable to hold those thoughts within anymore. There was true caring within her gaze and a tenderness reserved just for him. She worshipped and adored him and if she didn’t watch it, he’d capture her heart. What if he broke it?

Arching up, she kissed him, her soft lips molding to his own only to pull back and meet his dark gaze. “Please do with me as you wish. I need it, I crave it, I desire it. Please..” ―Begging him to punish her, fuck her, forgive her, or to not. The ball was in his court and it was now his decision what he would decide to do with her and not her own. She was giving up all rights to herself. She hesitated for a moment knowing that once said she couldn’t take it back but she trusted him and their relationship. ‘”I don’t want a choice, none, no limits at all. You set the parameters and choose―for me.” she really didn’t have any idea what she was getting into but she was willing to take that risk.

cursed-deacon

He expected her to argue again or to say nothing but when she gave him at least just a little bit by saying her ass was his he got a sense of accomplishment from himself. It had only taken 5 of the hardest spanks he’d ever delivered but he forced her to admit it. He already knew that he would have to take care of her when this night was done, because the bruises and welts that would form on her ass would likely be something the blonde had never experienced or dealt with before. He had his doubts that she’s ever truly had a dominant with her, and he intended to show her a true dominant. A dominant that didn’t just use—-but also cared for. Taking care of her at the end of the night was just as important as everything else which was perhaps why he wanted her to call off of work the next day. So he could just hold her and care for her. “I know you do—your body was made for this Zoey. It was made to be used by me” he said with a firm tone.

Everything then changed in that moment. As she began to speak he saw a different side of her that took him completely by surprise. The words that she said meant more to him than he could have even known. He had never heard them before. He had never had someone truly give themselves to him. He’d never had someone not just submit—–but give their bodies and mind to him. “Sweetheart—-” his hand reached out to her cheek delicately letting his thumb move against the soft skin of her cheek. “That curiosity is healthy—and it’s good. I know that’s what it is—-I know you’re not truly defying me. It’s okay to be curious. You and I are going to experiment with alot of things in our time together—-. You’re realizing now that some part of you likes that feeling of punishment, and I quite like giving punishment. So—-really—-anything you do is pleasing me sweetheart. Whether you’re my good girl—-my bad girl—-my obedient princess—–or my dirty slut. No matter what you do or say you’re my perfect girl” he explained his voice taking a brief break from the firm and authoritative tone and instead trying to put her mind at ease. “I will always care for you Zoey—-you could never disappoint” he felt like those words were important. To make sure she knew he would never just drop her as if she meant nothing.

His lips spread into a smile again “Good girl” he approved as she spoke and gave herself completely to him, his hands reaching out and grabbing her hair firmly and pulling as he moved off of the bed. He practically dragged her with him “Get on your knees” he commanded firmly. His hands then moved to one of the posts that held a leather restrain at the end of the bed and began to attach it to her wrist, moving to the other and doing the same. He tightened them just enough that her hands were spread apart between the two posts as she knelt in front of him. “You’re going to show your master what an eager mouth you have—-how much you crave pleasing me” he sad as he began to unbutton his pants, knowing that she couldn’t given her current position. Pulling out his massive and throbbing length he moved forward toward her. “Take all of my cock—-every fucking inch” he demanded.

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Whose ass is this? ― Zoey answered before she could stop herself. “Yours..” The truth spilling free naturally. Testing him was a curiosity and excitement but she was his. They both knew it.  “Yes, I love this.” Again admitting it and seeing no reason to lie. She’d never experienced true punishment at his hands and wanted to experience all sides to Deacon. Her ass was on fire by the time he decided to stop and move on to other things, such as the restraints. She almost caved as she desired him and if she continued down this road she’d be held in place while he did anything that he wished to her, which was thrilling yet also had a bit of apprehension settling in. She didn’t wish to truly displease him either.  

Silence stretched out between them as she watched him attach one to each corner. She was indecisive. On the one hand she wanted to give into him and submit and on the other she wished to test him to see what ideas lurked within that intelligent mind of his. Crawling to him, she stood up on her knees and slid her arms around his waist. She needed to touch him, be near him and to please him. This was so dang confusing. All she knew to be was honest. “I am.. sorry. I want to please you but I also want to be a bad girl and have you punish me. To know what it feels like to be completely under your control and be given no say so and no choice in the matter. I am yours Deacon.” She opened completely up to him in that moment unable to hold those thoughts within anymore. There was true caring within her gaze and a tenderness reserved just for him. She worshipped and adored him and if she didn’t watch it, he’d capture her heart. What if he broke it?

Arching up, she kissed him, her soft lips molding to his own only to pull back and meet his dark gaze. “Please do with me as you wish. I need it, I crave it, I desire it. Please..” ―Begging him to punish her, fuck her, forgive her, or to not. The ball was in his court and it was now his decision what he would decide to do with her and not her own. She was giving up all rights to herself. She hesitated for a moment knowing that once said she couldn’t take it back but she trusted him and their relationship. ‘”I don’t want a choice, none, no limits at all. You set the parameters and choose―for me.” she really didn’t have any idea what she was getting into but she was willing to take that risk.

cursed-deacon

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His dominance thrilled Zoey in a way she’d never known before nor realized she needed until she’d became Deacon’s.  Zoey trusted people until they gave her a reason not to, believing that there was good in anyone. She didn’t seem to realize the dangers of that. If he had meant her harm, true harm, she’d have been in trouble. He might mark her, which he hadn’t done yet, punish and abuse her, but he’d never truly hurt her. She was so very lucky that she had him as her protector even if that meant protecting her from herself. There were so many things that she could tell him but was afraid to, not afraid of him, but afraid of admitting them. Such as now after he tossed her onto his bed then came after her with promises of punishment. She desired him to. She wanted to feel his strength and power he held over her. She wanted him to hold nothing back, to punish her as he saw fit, to mark and discipline her. If he played his cards right, which he was, he’d have himself a perfect little slave rather than submissive as that’s just how very much she longed to give, even if she didn’t know it. He’d have complete control over her in more ways than one. Heart, body, and soul.

Big brown eyes took him all in as he moved upon the bed then snagged her by her throat. She melted in his hold with trust shining in her bright eyes. He’d feel a swallow against his big hand and she knew should he wish, he could snuff her life out and there wouldn’t be a thing she could do about it, but she knew that he wouldn’t. Trust, that’s what made this possible, what bonded them even more. She didn’t understand why she felt this need to defy him, to slip into the role of a brat and test him but she did. Giving a little shake of her head, or what she could manage in his hold. “No, I’m not going to be a good girl and obey you.” There was only a tiny bit of hesitance to her defiance, a small hint of fear within her eyes but every slave needed to fear the consequences of being punished when found displeasing.

“I think Master needs to show his slave what happens when she doesn’t plan on doing as told.” Zoey was a novice to this game but she didn’t think punishment was always meant to be enjoyable for the slave, otherwise why would it be called that? However she thought that the Master should do as he wished satisfying himself while possibly not satisfying his slave until he deemed fit. She wouldn’t have protested if he chained her to his bed and kept her there for his personal use and pleasure, that being her only purpose. She was just that into Deacon.  Maybe she would end up telling him or maybe she wouldn’t.  His hand was big and hard as it connected with bared flesh. As he continued to spank her, she tipped her bottom up angling it for more. That would probably be changing as the spanking continued, her squirming and trying to avoid the hits. Secretly she hoped he’d spank her hard enough to make her cry and make her think twice about defying him the next time, even though she’d do it again. Now that she had began to test him Deacon would have to keep his little slave in line. “No.” refusing to apologize.

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Deacon was mystified by the tiny blonde in how quick she took to the role that she was given, he knew others in town that had branded submissive that fought tooth and nail and tried to refuse what it was they were. However despite Zoey’s disobedience she fell into the role of his submissive so quickly and so naturally that it made her even more impressive and beautiful in his eyes. He’d lived many years and had many women in that time. He never said no to a chance to experience a woman, but Zoey was something truly one of a kind. She was something that nearly every man he’d ever met could only dream of and she was Deacons. It was an odd feeling for him because when he took up the contract of protection he expected her to just be there for his pleasure but in such a short time it had grown to become something more. He genuinely wanted to push her and help her explore her sexuality, he wanted to make her cross lines she had never thought she would, and more than anything he wanted her to truly find herself as his submissive.

He expected the blonde to fold into submissiveness and obedience nearly instantly once the punishments began but instead her words showed the complete opposite. Despite the calm look of lust on his face every moment that he was with her in that moment he couldn’t help but show evidence of being genuinely surprised. It was just another example of how the blonde would surprise him in the days to come. “You’re going to come to regret that” he said calmly as he planned in his head what he was going to do to her that night to make her punishment bad enough that she wouldn’t be bratty and disobedient again.

“You love this don’t you?” he asked with a grin on his lips. “My slave loves this so fucking much—-you want the pain. You want the pleasure, and you want everything in between. You’ll get it—-but tonight it’s not looking like you’ll get the pleasure” he said though he knew well enough with some women that the punishment was part of the pleasure. The feeling of being marked and owned being a pleasure that coursed through them. He spanked her again but this time harder and in the same spot, even in the brief second where his hand was against her ass he could feel how warm her flesh was getting as it turned bright red. Another spank harder than any of the previous ones landing firmly on her ass as his hand stayed in contact with her ass and squeezed tightly. “Who’s ass is this?” he demanded.

He moved off the bed and moved to a small side table and pulled out leather restraints and began to tie them to the four corners of the bed. “Last chance—-last chance to tell your master that you’re sorry” he said as he worked his way around the bed attaching the leather restraints.

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Zoey was a bit shy about being in the open and in front of everyone. Despite working here, Zoey wasn’t one of those girls that could be bought or was up for just anyone to use. If she did it, it was because she wanted to. “Given that choice, I choose somewhere private.” Arch of brows at the mention of the rooms. Curious as as cat, “really, what sort of fun things?” Rambling again only going silent once his hand slid between her thighs spreading them apart just so that he could tease her.

Would she be a good kitty or bad kitty? She didn’t know him well enough to know for sure. Zoey couldn’t help but squirm in her seat when fingers teased over a certain spot which was quickly growing moist. “I don’t know if I’ll be good or bad. What would you do to a bad kitty?” To inquisitive for her own good which could lead her into some delicious trouble.

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“Yes.. but I have so very, many, many secrets to tell.” Did she, yes, but were they the types of secrets he’d wish to know, maybe. She didn’t think an eagle shifter needed any of her knowledge where spells were concerned, he was after a completely different type of secret. She shouldn’t have asked. Really she shouldn’t as he painted quite the pictures in her head, so many scenarios.

Fingers teasingly drew the shape of a heart upon the shiny wood bar top. “I see.. and I assume what surface, or lack thereof, would be your choice? I can be a stubborn kitty, might take a bit of effort getting me to purr.” She was playing with fire teasing a man like him. “Something tells me you wouldn’t have to much trouble with that, if you’re lucky. Are you feeling lucky, Silas?”

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Secrets, he was sure she had them, everyone did after all. Not a single person or being in this town was without their secrets after all. “Correct, it would be my choice. I do enjoy a stubborn kitty to play with.” Silas remarked quite simply, not being the type to beat around the bush after all. “Though I do give a choice of that being here in public or if I take you somewhere more private.” He mused while his fingers hitched up under her skirt, nudging her legs to part slightly. “I have no issue having my way with you here but I do know the rooms have many fun things to play with.”

His eyes were fully focussed on her face, seeing how her expressions were giving her away when his hand reached her panties, lightly rubbing against the fabric. “I don’t need luck, if I see something I like, I go for it. And I sure as hell like what I’m seeing right now. Now the question remains if you’ll be a good kitten or not..” He whispered near her ear as his fingers slipped behind the fabric to pull it aside and let his fingers slide over her folds, only teasingly letting one digit slip between to brush against her most sensitive spot. 

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His dominance thrilled Zoey in a way she’d never known before nor realized she needed until she’d became Deacon’s.  Zoey trusted people until they gave her a reason not to, believing that there was good in anyone. She didn’t seem to realize the dangers of that. If he had meant her harm, true harm, she’d have been in trouble. He might mark her, which he hadn’t done yet, punish and abuse her, but he’d never truly hurt her. She was so very lucky that she had him as her protector even if that meant protecting her from herself. There were so many things that she could tell him but was afraid to, not afraid of him, but afraid of admitting them. Such as now after he tossed her onto his bed then came after her with promises of punishment. She desired him to. She wanted to feel his strength and power he held over her. She wanted him to hold nothing back, to punish her as he saw fit, to mark and discipline her. If he played his cards right, which he was, he’d have himself a perfect little slave rather than submissive as that’s just how very much she longed to give, even if she didn’t know it. He’d have complete control over her in more ways than one. Heart, body, and soul.

Big brown eyes took him all in as he moved upon the bed then snagged her by her throat. She melted in his hold with trust shining in her bright eyes. He’d feel a swallow against his big hand and she knew should he wish, he could snuff her life out and there wouldn’t be a thing she could do about it, but she knew that he wouldn’t. Trust, that’s what made this possible, what bonded them even more. She didn’t understand why she felt this need to defy him, to slip into the role of a brat and test him but she did. Giving a little shake of her head, or what she could manage in his hold. “No, I’m not going to be a good girl and obey you.” There was only a tiny bit of hesitance to her defiance, a small hint of fear within her eyes but every slave needed to fear the consequences of being punished when found displeasing.

“I think Master needs to show his slave what happens when she doesn’t plan on doing as told.” Zoey was a novice to this game but she didn’t think punishment was always meant to be enjoyable for the slave, otherwise why would it be called that? However she thought that the Master should do as he wished satisfying himself while possibly not satisfying his slave until he deemed fit. She wouldn’t have protested if he chained her to his bed and kept her there for his personal use and pleasure, that being her only purpose. She was just that into Deacon.  Maybe she would end up telling him or maybe she wouldn’t.  His hand was big and hard as it connected with bared flesh. As he continued to spank her, she tipped her bottom up angling it for more. That would probably be changing as the spanking continued, her squirming and trying to avoid the hits. Secretly she hoped he’d spank her hard enough to make her cry and make her think twice about defying him the next time, even though she’d do it again. Now that she had began to test him Deacon would have to keep his little slave in line. “No.” refusing to apologize.

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Big eyes surrounded by sultry lashes grew wider with each word out of his mouth, her breath hitching as he gathered the little bit of material that hid her from him and began to rip it until she wore nothing – nothing but the wrist cuffs with their big silver loops. Before he’d found her she’d been a little novice to this lifestyle. She’d been curious but to shy to do anything about it. Funny how he found her working at Confessions of all places as a waitress. Despite all the Masters and Mistresses that had wished to play with her, and she’d refused, he’d sought more from her. They’d talked, really talked, and he’d shown interest in her other than just her body or what she could give him. He’d won her over because he had wanted to know her. The real her. The talkative nervous her. Not only that, but he’d offered her his protection and that went a long way. 

He was slowly working his way into her heart. He already owned her body, and it was no surprise that her heart would follow. The way he looked at her like she was the most special girl in the world and she was almost made her regret testing him. Yet that’s exactly what she’d done. A little shriek as she was caught and tossed up and over his shoulder then carried directly into the bedroom. Her mind a whirlwind of activity knowing that she’d crossed the line and he was going to make damn sure that he punished her well and that she knew he wasn’t all talk but followed up each threat with action.

She found herself tossed onto the bed and his phone beside her. It was on the edge of her tongue to tell him no, but that would be pure stupidity on her part. So instead she called into work and took off, fibbing that she was sick. She might be telling him no and have earned herself a heavy dose of punishment but she wasn’t a fool to tell him no again. Lifting up to her knees she watched him with big eyes. Licking her lips nervously. “W-what are you going to do?” Rambling on as talkative as ever. “How are you going to punish me?” Anxious yet a bit of excitement as well. She could tell that he was excited that she had finally pushed his buttons and she knew that he could do anything he wished with her and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop him. She had asked for this. This was just what she wanted.

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Deacon took these things seriously, being someone’s dominant was about so much more than just conquering them int he bedroom. It had to be built on a foundation of trust that she knew he would never truly hurt her. He enjoyed punishing and inflicting pain, but her trust was what made it all possible otherwise it would all stop immediately. When he met her it was important for him to understand who she was so he could understand what he could provide her. He saw a certain spark in her eyes that showed him there was so much more to the shy girl than he was seeing, he could feel there was another side of her that had always been hidden or had simply never been given enough support to come out. When they were together he would treat her anyway he chose, he would call her names and use her as if it’s all she was good for but that look in his eyes that he gave her was a look of true adoration. He liked her.

She weighed next to nothing to him, he could have just as easily made her float with a spell but when it came to dominating he wanted it all to be him. It was supposed to be his hands on her skin doing everything to her and not some simple hex or spell. He had to enforce the rules that he put into existance and hearing her be disobedient was exactly what he had waited for. Punishment was one of the most exciting things for him, punishment meant he could truly mark her skin whether with spankings or restraining her especially tight. It meant that he could force her body to have orgasm after orgasm, or he could nearly torture her and make it so she got to the edge of her orgasm just to deny it of her. That was one of his favorite things, to deny an orgasm so many times that her body was so on edge for him that her panties were soaked 24/7. That just the lightest touch would send her into the hardest orgasm her tiny body had ever felt. 

Deacon climbed onto the bed and moved over onto his knees until he was in front of her, his hand reached out and moved to her throat. “That right there—-that’s why i knew you were the only one i could claim and own in this town. That look of eagerness you just gave me. I saw a hint of what it could be that first night I met you and now I can see it completely” his grip on her throat tightening a bit as he spoke to her. His hands reach down to her cuffs and began to undo them, tossing them to the side of the bed. “Depends how long you decide to be a disobedient girl—-” he said his hand moving to her hair and yanking her forward toward him forcing her body to bend over so he could move into a position to spank her. “I’ve been waiting for a girl like you—-One that enjoys my punishments” he said with a smile as his hand pulled back and collided hard against her ass. He didn’t wait before coming down with a second spank just as hard on the same spot. “This is what happens to disobedient sluts—-apologize to your master” he demanded as his hand came down again hard on her ass.

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Big eyes surrounded by sultry lashes grew wider with each word out of his mouth, her breath hitching as he gathered the little bit of material that hid her from him and began to rip it until she wore nothing -- nothing but the wrist cuffs with their big silver loops. Before he’d found her she’d been a little novice to this lifestyle. She’d been curious but to shy to do anything about it. Funny how he found her working at Confessions of all places as a waitress. Despite all the Masters and Mistresses that had wished to play with her, and she’d refused, he’d sought more from her. They’d talked, really talked, and he’d shown interest in her other than just her body or what she could give him. He’d won her over because he had wanted to know her. The real her. The talkative nervous her. Not only that, but he’d offered her his protection and that went a long way. 

He was slowly working his way into her heart. He already owned her body, and it was no surprise that her heart would follow. The way he looked at her like she was the most special girl in the world and she was almost made her regret testing him. Yet that’s exactly what she’d done. A little shriek as she was caught and tossed up and over his shoulder then carried directly into the bedroom. Her mind a whirlwind of activity knowing that she’d crossed the line and he was going to make damn sure that he punished her well and that she knew he wasn’t all talk but followed up each threat with action.

She found herself tossed onto the bed and his phone beside her. It was on the edge of her tongue to tell him no, but that would be pure stupidity on her part. So instead she called into work and took off, fibbing that she was sick. She might be telling him no and have earned herself a heavy dose of punishment but she wasn’t a fool to tell him no again. Lifting up to her knees she watched him with big eyes. Licking her lips nervously. “W-what are you going to do?” Rambling on as talkative as ever. “How are you going to punish me?” Anxious yet a bit of excitement as well. She could tell that he was excited that she had finally pushed his buttons and she knew that he could do anything he wished with her and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop him. She had asked for this. This was just what she wanted.

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Desire licked up her body by his words and his touch. Arching her back as he pinched her nipple, it forming a hard little pebble due to his attention and a small hiss slid past full lips. The mixture of pain and pleasure was pure bliss. “You could ban me from wearing clothes, keep me bared to your touch, wearing nothing but your collar and any restraints you locked on me, but would you?” She really shouldn’t question him, shouldn’t encourage him for he just might do it, but why wouldn’t he? She was his to do with as he so pleased. 

lifting to her feet, her palms were placed upon his chest, the desire to touch him something she could no longer resist. If she didn’t know better she’d wonder if he hadn’t bewitched her. While she was a witch, her spells often backfired, and he had more power in his pinky than she had in her entire body. It wasn’t just his protection she desired, she wanted him. Truth be told, she was jealous of those girls who were instantly drawn to his good looks and she knew that he was just as possessive, if not more so. Oh what others would do to swap places with her, to wear his brand and serve him. “I am the lucky one.”

“Yes, a tight collar that you could.. maybe lock on if you so wished.” Again, offering him ideas when he was perfectly capable of thinking them up on his own. “I’d like to wear whatever you’d like to put on me.” Tugging the front of his shirt, she began to work on the row of buttons, exposing his chest little by little At his question, it was hard to be bad as she wanted to be good. She hesitated in answering. “I can.. but maybe.. I’m not in a very obedient mood.” Offering a playful pout while testing the waters. She’d never refused an order before but there was no time like the present to find out just what he’d do, how stern he’d be. “What would you do if I told you.. no?”

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Just looking at her tight body turned him on, it was one of the many reasons she was perfect. Just a glance at her perky tits and perfect body and he got turned on, he could go again and again when it came to her. “Would I?” he asked as if confirming that she was challenging him in some way. His hands reached forward and grabbed the robe she was wearing and gripped it tight and began to tear it off of her. “I’ll do with you what I please little one—I’ll tie you up and fuck you over and over again if I please. I’ll fuck your mouth—put a gag in it—i’ll tie you down so you can’t move an inch” he looked at her with an extreme seriousness and intensity in that moment. “I will stop at nothing to make you realize that you have secretly wanted to be owned your entire life—-and i’m simply the one making your secret dream real”.

Deacon had no doubt that men would kill for just a night with her, to experience how her body could move when controlled by pure lust or how her ass felt when he spanked her. “I chose you—-out of everyone i’ve ever met. I chose you because you are truly some kind of divine perfection Zoey. Something so perfect that most people wouldn’t know what to do with you—-but your master knows what to do with you doesn’t he?” he asked tugging again on her hair. “Your master knows that you like the pain—-that’s why i’m lucky little one. I took a chance on the pretty little innocent blonde and found out she was one of the filthiest little sluts in this town just waiting to burst out of her shell. And i’m going to help you with that—-i’m going to make you realize all the things you’ve never known” there was a certain authentic compassion in those words as he looked at her.

“I’ll get you one then. And i’ll lock it around your neck so everyone knows that you have a master. I do have some other fun little games planned for you that we’re going to play with soon—-little toys that are remote controlled so i can see you try not to cum while in public” the look of delight so prominent on his features as he looked at her, as if he were a child playing with his new toys. The moment she said those words a look in Deacon’s eyes changed, a look of devious pleasure that was so deep that it looked as though his eyes would never look another way. “It’s that night is it?” he asked as a growing smile moved on his lips. “I knew you’d want to experiment with disobedience—-I was fucking waiting”. His hands reached down around her and effortless picked her up off the ground and slung her naked body over his shoulder as he began to walk down the hallway. “Disobedient girls get punished—but that’s what you want isn’t it Zoey—-to find out if i’m really willing to punish you or if i’m all talk” when he got into the bedroom he tossed her, nearly throwing her onto the bed. His hand reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone and tossing it towards her “Call your work—-Something came up and you can’t make your shift tomorrow. Trust me. You won’t be wanting to go anywhere”.

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Desire licked up her body by his words and his touch. Arching her back as he pinched her nipple, it forming a hard little pebble due to his attention and a small hiss slid past full lips. The mixture of pain and pleasure was pure bliss. “You could ban me from wearing clothes, keep me bared to your touch, wearing nothing but your collar and any restraints you locked on me, but would you?” She really shouldn’t question him, shouldn’t encourage him for he just might do it, but why wouldn’t he? She was his to do with as he so pleased. 

lifting to her feet, her palms were placed upon his chest, the desire to touch him something she could no longer resist. If she didn’t know better she’d wonder if he hadn’t bewitched her. While she was a witch, her spells often backfired, and he had more power in his pinky than she had in her entire body. It wasn’t just his protection she desired, she wanted him. Truth be told, she was jealous of those girls who were instantly drawn to his good looks and she knew that he was just as possessive, if not more so. Oh what others would do to swap places with her, to wear his brand and serve him. “I am the lucky one.”

“Yes, a tight collar that you could.. maybe lock on if you so wished.” Again, offering him ideas when he was perfectly capable of thinking them up on his own. “I’d like to wear whatever you’d like to put on me.” Tugging the front of his shirt, she began to work on the row of buttons, exposing his chest little by little At his question, it was hard to be bad as she wanted to be good. She hesitated in answering. “I can.. but maybe.. I’m not in a very obedient mood.” Offering a playful pout while testing the waters. She’d never refused an order before but there was no time like the present to find out just what he’d do, how stern he’d be. “What would you do if I told you.. no?”

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Waiting for Deacon, Zoey’s mind was full of ideas and still none of them gave any inclination as to what her Master had planned for them this eve. She hoped that he’d be pleased with what she’d chosen to wear as she’d been a little indecisive at first. She figured she couldn’t go wrong with being bared beneath the black lace. He’d more than likely strip her bare no matter what she wore but maybe that was half the fun - being stripped, that is. In such a short amount of time, he was getting under her skin. There wasn’t a minute during the day that her thoughts didn’t turn to him. The moment she heard him enter, her pulse began to race in eager anticipation. Offering him a smile and fluttering of lashes. “I was hoping you’d approve as I wished to please you or expected to be punished should my choice of attire been displeasing.” It was no secret that she longed to be on the receiving end of discipline, but thus far, she’d been pretty obedient. More so due to the fact that their relationship was new and she didn’t know how harsh he’d end up being with her but she craved his touch in every way, be it gentle or firm. “Yes! I’d like to wear your collar.” Nibble of lip with a bit of shyness as she asked, “Do you mean all the time or just at home?” Home, being that it was her home to since she was now living under his domain and his rules. Capturing a blonde curl she wrapped it around her little finger. “I’m usually a good girl but maybe I feel like being a bad girl tonight.” Excitement racing up her spine at the thought of testing him for the very first time. “Yes, Master, that is if you will enjoy putting your bad girl in her place.” 

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Deacon was a fairly powerful warlock, so protecting someone in his mind was easy so it almost felt like an easy decision to take on protecting someone and in return getting a submissive to do whatever filthy things he craved. The decision to have her move into his home had been a bit unusual for him though, he normally had certain barriers he didn’t want crossed but at the end of the day the desire he had to fuck the blonde and use her at all times outweighted any personal opinion about space. He wanted to see her body at all times, to constantly be reminded that he owned every inch of her body and that she was there to please him at any moment. Every inch of her body was pure perfection, from the soft skin to the perfect tits, to the tightest cunt he had ever felt around his cock in his entire life. She had gotten him hooked.

“That’s exactly how it works little one—–if you displease me you get punished but I very much approve of this attire. It’;s making me think I should ban you from wearing clothes at all times. Even when it’s cold—–so i can see those perky nipples erect and begging for me to suck them” his fingers moved to her breast and pinched her nipple tightly between his fingers. Pain was just another form of pleasure as far as Deacon considered it, causing her little moments of pain reminded her that her body was his. “How did i get so lucky to have such a good little girl like you?” he asked.

“That depends—what would you like? Would you like to have a tight choker around your neck so that everyone knows you’re mine? It may scare off other people though—” he warned, though that was all the more reason he’d want her to wear it at all times. “I think you should be a very bad girl tonight. I think you should show me that you aren’t an innocent little angel—–I think you need to show me you can be a naughty little whore when I need it” his hand reached out and gently ran through her hair, but in a flash his hand tightened and gripped her hair giving it a harsh tug. “Can you be that sweetheart? Can you be your masters little cock slut?”.

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Waiting for Deacon, Zoey’s mind was full of ideas and still none of them gave any inclination as to what her Master had planned for them this eve. She hoped that he’d be pleased with what she’d chosen to wear as she’d been a little indecisive at first. She figured she couldn’t go wrong with being bared beneath the black lace. He’d more than likely strip her bare no matter what she wore but maybe that was half the fun - being stripped, that is. In such a short amount of time, he was getting under her skin. There wasn’t a minute during the day that her thoughts didn’t turn to him. The moment she heard him enter, her pulse began to race in eager anticipation. Offering him a smile and fluttering of lashes. “I was hoping you’d approve as I wished to please you or expected to be punished should my choice of attire been displeasing.” It was no secret that she longed to be on the receiving end of discipline, but thus far, she’d been pretty obedient. More so due to the fact that their relationship was new and she didn’t know how harsh he’d end up being with her but she craved his touch in every way, be it gentle or firm. “Yes! I’d like to wear your collar.” Nibble of lip with a bit of shyness as she asked, “Do you mean all the time or just at home?” Home, being that it was her home to since she was now living under his domain and his rules. Capturing a blonde curl she wrapped it around her little finger. “I’m usually a good girl but maybe I feel like being a bad girl tonight.” Excitement racing up her spine at the thought of testing him for the very first time. “Yes, Master, that is if you will enjoy putting your bad girl in her place.” 

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@ cursed-deacon Wear something sexy.. he said.. so she had, or she hoped that he’d approve. She had no doubt that if he was displeased that she’d know it, in one fashion or another. So here she was seated upon his sofa awaiting her Masters arrival like his obediently little submissive. Their relationship was still new so she was afraid to test him , not sure how stiff the price would be for disobedience. The brat in her desired to test him, to see just how far she’d get and what he’d do and maybe she craved to be put in her place and given no choice whatsoever. She’d have to be a fool to rock the boat to soon. Zoey had been drawn to him from the moment she’d first seen him. When he walked into a room he commanded it effortlessly or at least that’s how she saw him. It must have been a shock to meet her at the bdsm club serving drinks like the perfect little hostess. He wasn’t the first Master or Mistress for that matter to think that she was on the menu, no, the only pleasures she offered were in the way of ‘what’s your poison’ not you pleasure. Some men and women want what they are told they can’t have and she supposed that might’ve been what drew him to her in the first place. Telling Deacon no was something the man wouldn’t accept. He took one look at her and meant to have her. She earned herself a protector and he acquired himself a live in submissive, his personal toy to use and abuse.

Zoey was a shy girl but her Master was slowly breaking her out of her shell, not that she was given a choice in the matter. Shy and sweet, curious, malleable, with a mischievousness he’d seen very little of just yet.  The moment she heard his voice, her heart skipped a beat. “Right here, just where you told me to be.” He’d find her seated on his couch, the black lace robe she wore parted all the way down the middle so that he could admire her nude, tight, little body  for so long as he wished. Cheeks tinted pink as she spread her thighs giving him a view of what was his. Upon each dainty wrist she wore black leather cuffs, should he wish to restrain her. “Do you like?” Her voice sounding a little more unsure and shy than she wished to be.

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It was rare for a woman to catch his eye quite like Zoey did, many women he saw as simply temporary placements in his life and fun hookups. It was all part of the life of having fun but with Zoey he instantly knew just a fuck wouldn’t do. He could see that certain quality in her eyes that he had been looking for in another for many years and after speaking to her more he became even more certain she was exactly what he needed. Despite being in the bdsm club when he met her he didn’t try to fuck her, not like every other unoriginal patron that fell for the cute girl. Instead he just talked to her here and there when he would have minutes available to do so. He wanted to see her eyes happy when he walked in, and her to know that it meant she was in some type of safety. From the very first moment he saw her he knew he wanted her to be his, which in his mind was the closest thing to fate or affection the man knew. 

Their arrangement was still quite knew but she was proving to hop into the role that he needed her in quite fast, she was eager to please but he could also see the attitude and feisty side of her that she didn’t always bring out to play. Deacon was all for punishment, he wanted to spank her to the point that her ass would bruise and leave marks all over her body from where he may have been a little too rough while fucking her. He wanted her to bear marks that showed that she was claimed, and that she was his. That even if some other man attempted to touch her, or was lucky enough to get her for one night he would see the marks that Deacon left and know that she was with another. As he heard her voice he walked into the room and instantly smiled as he look at the tiny blonde.

“Look at you—” he said with approval. “I very much like. How did you know the sexiest thing you could wear—is nearly nothing at all” his eyes glanced down as her thighs spread, getting his first view of the night of her beautiful pussy, his tongue already watering at all the things he planned to do to her tonight. “We need to get you a collar to go along with those cuffs—something very tight” he said walking over to her and reaching down and grabbing her by the metal that bound her wrists together. “Is my sweet little slut going to be a good girl tonight? Or a bad girl? Be honest—you know how much I hate when someone lies to me” as he spoke his other hand pushed to her stomach and slowly rose up her chest toward her breast. “We’re going to have quite the fun tonight aren’t we little one?”.

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“Yes.. but I have so very, many, many secrets to tell.” Did she, yes, but were they the types of secrets he’d wish to know, maybe. She didn’t think an eagle shifter needed any of her knowledge where spells were concerned, he was after a completely different type of secret. She shouldn’t have asked. Really she shouldn’t as he painted quite the pictures in her head, so many scenarios.

Fingers teasingly drew the shape of a heart upon the shiny wood bar top. “I see.. and I assume what surface, or lack thereof, would be your choice? I can be a stubborn kitty, might take a bit of effort getting me to purr.” She was playing with fire teasing a man like him. “Something tells me you wouldn’t have to much trouble with that, if you’re lucky. Are you feeling lucky, Silas?”

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Eyes widened at the mention of a gag. “I see ..” weaving closer so that she could whisper in his ear. “Then how would you learn all of my secrets?” Not as if he wasn’t doing a darn good job of that already.  A small shiver raced across pale flesh as his warm breath fanned across the shell of her ear. Lashes fluttering down to rest against flushed cheeks. 

There were so many ways that could pull screams from a woman, be it pleasure or pain and she didn’t know him well enough to guess which he meant, or maybe both. Either sent images flashing through an active and very curious mind. Seemed he’d silenced her rambling for a moment, if only briefly. “A different surface?” She just couldn’t resist asking, as curious as a cat herself, or kitten. That nature of hers tended to get her into trouble.

@ silasdaevion

“I have my ways to get to know secrets. I don’t need your voice for that, your bodylanguage can speak my louder than your voice.” Silas said as he rested an elbow on the bar, his focus fully on her as he rested his hand on his fist. The earlier little whisper to his ear definitely had grabbed his attention after all.

One side of his lips pulled up into a little smirk. “A different surface, yes.” He confirmed while his hand moved from her lower back, over the perfect curve of her ass. “Like a bed.. a table.. even this bar. All options. Or to string you up and there would be no surface but ropes or even to just put you on a leash and make you purr which can be done anywhere.” Silas spoke slowly and in a low tone, the journey of his finger tips continuing to her leg, sliding right to her inner thigh. Teasing was simply something he enjoyed, get them hungry and eager to please. 

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Eyes widened at the mention of a gag. “I see ..” weaving closer so that she could whisper in his ear. “Then how would you learn all of my secrets?” Not as if he wasn’t doing a darn good job of that already.  A small shiver raced across pale flesh as his warm breath fanned across the shell of her ear. Lashes fluttering down to rest against flushed cheeks. 

There were so many ways that could pull screams from a woman, be it pleasure or pain and she didn’t know him well enough to guess which he meant, or maybe both. Either sent images flashing through an active and very curious mind. Seemed he’d silenced her rambling for a moment, if only briefly. “A different surface?” She just couldn’t resist asking, as curious as a cat herself, or kitten. That nature of hers tended to get her into trouble.

@ silasdaevion

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“Alright, Silas it is.. for now.” Yep, she’d pegged him right. “An Eagle, that’s so exciting! Why don’t I get something special.. instead I got a black cat for a familiar. So cliche.. I mean what witch doesn’t have a black cat?” Sipping from her straw again while peering through the veil of her lashes at him. “Really? Most get annoyed when I talk a mile a minute. As far as the senseless rambling goes.. I do believe you can consider yourself among a very special few that can get me this flustered.” 

Shaking her head at herself in disbelief, blonde curls bouncing from the action. “I can’t believe I said that.” A nervous little laugh followed before Zoey gave him a smile, her brown eyes twinkling. “I’ve met very few shifters before or that I know of anyhow. I mean I knew you weren’t human or witch, but I wasn’t sure what you were.. well not until you told me. As far as taking a break, what I should really do is get myself a new pair of shoes.

@ silasdaevion

“Hmhm, for now..” Silas repeated, listening to her speak. Her tone was easy on his ears so he didn’t mind the rambles at all. “I don’t generally get annoyed easily, definitely not when in lovely company.” He said, his fingertips absentmindedly grazing against the small of her back. “Senseless rambling can hold quite a lot information after all and if I do get annoyed, a gag can solve many issues with that.” He smirked, his free hand picking up his glass to have the last sip.

“There are many of my kind, yet most remain in hiding, not everyone in the world is very accepting. Though I have met quite a few cat shifters pretending to be a familiar.” Her little laugh along with the flustering of her face was almost endearing. “Getting you flustered? I do enjoy that.” He said as he leaned in. “I should however get you off your feet and onto a different surface, to see how flustered you will get when I make you scream.” His voice was only a whisper to her ear before sitting back again, this was a fun game to him to see if she would either become more flustered or more eager. 

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“Alright, Silas it is.. for now.” Yep, she’d pegged him right. “An Eagle, that’s so exciting! Why don’t I get something special.. instead I got a black cat for a familiar. So cliche.. I mean what witch doesn’t have a black cat?” Sipping from her straw again while peering through the veil of her lashes at him. “Really? Most get annoyed when I talk a mile a minute. As far as the senseless rambling goes.. I do believe you can consider yourself among a very special few that can get me this flustered.” 

Shaking her head at herself in disbelief, blonde curls bouncing from the action. “I can’t believe I said that.” A nervous little laugh followed before Zoey gave him a smile, her brown eyes twinkling. “I’ve met very few shifters before or that I know of anyhow. I mean I knew you weren’t human or witch, but I wasn’t sure what you were.. well not until you told me. As far as taking a break, what I should really do is get myself a new pair of shoes.

@ silasdaevion

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“Oh.. I didn’t realize you worked here.”  Eyes went wide as he had picked right up on her nervousness. “How did you..” lips snapped shut before she finished, might as well have continued as the cat was already out of the bag. Tipping her head to the side, brows puckered as she studied him. If she didn’t fear a spell backfiring on her, those witchy powers would have came in handy right about now. “Umm..” How was she supposed to answer his questions without giving herself away, like hello, obviously he already knew. She’d have to be drunk to admit why she was off her kilter. It was men like him that made her nervous and her heartbeat was drumming like mad in her own ears. 

Call it a submissives intuition, or maybe her witch side, but she’d bet a hundred dollar bill that this man didn’t have a submissive bone in his body. She wasn’t sure what species he was but he definitely was something other than human or witch. “I um… no Sir.. I mean Silas. Let me deliver this round of drinks and I’ll be back in a jiffy for that drink.”She was kicking herself inwardly for acting the bumbling fool the entire trek to that back table. 

“What’ll it be, Zoey?” Hopping up onto the stool right beside Silas. “Just a soda.” She could pretend she had her nervousness under control but it would take something far stronger than her current non alcoholic drink to do it. Sipping from her straw, she turned those big, curious, amber brown eyes onto her current drinking partner. “Thanks for the drink. I really needed a break. My feet are killing me. I’m doing it again, aren’t I.. rambling that is. I’m afraid if you wished for a calming drinking partner, you picked the wrong girl.”

@ silasdaevion

“Not exactly here. I’m one of the town’s security guards so I’m mostly outside, gives me something to do.” Silas explained in a light tone. The table of rowdy people had at least gone quiet as he had expected. His moved over her, her stance, little twitches, the sounds and hesitation gave many things away. Reading people like a book as usual. “How? I’m a Shifter, little darling. A Crowned Eagle to be precise. So it’s kind of in my nature to see things that others don’t.” He explained, taking another sip from his drink and giving a nod when she excused herself. Watching her as she walked away. Cute, petite, definitely to his liking he thought to himself while he waited for her return. 

“Just call me Silas for now, Sir can be kept for later.” He remarked with a light smirk on his face. “You’re welcome. I think you should be off your feet more, if they need a break.” He said while slowly turning on his seat, a hand resting on the small of her back. “Yes, you’re rambling but I don’t mind that, ramble on. Are you always this nervous or should I feel special?”