Barefoot and hands bound behind her, Buffy lead the way down a dimly torch-lit hallway with William closely following. She couldn’t quite wrap her head around the idea that he knew what she had done. Yet he did, and this was her atonement.
They passed room after room of men and women, some in pairs and others in threesomes or more, committing acts of sin.
A man blindfolded lay across a woman’s lap with his pants around his ankles. Steadily, she brutally spanked him with a wooden paddle, all the while angrily scolding him. The man grunted with each blow to his backside and begged for more, his words distorted through jagged fangs.
A women wearing leashed scold’s bridle was on all fours, while a man with lethal-looking claws held her lead. He paraded her around the room, harshly tugging on her chain when she stopped or faltered.
A naked woman was suspended by her arms from the ceiling, surrounded by two leather-clad men. One trailed a leather tawse from her neck to her mons as the other, stood behind her, his hands exploring her body. Together, the tawse struck her breasts as a hand roughly wrapped around her throat. Her strangled cry only further fueled the men’s actions.
In spite of temptation, Buffy focused only on what she knew was real—the burning muscles in her shoulders and arms, her biting binds, and the dampness between her legs. Everything else she ignored until the man who held the woman’s throat looked up.
Sebastian
The unfathomable emptiness of his completely black eyes shattered her focus, and the world came rushing in—overlapping pleasured and pained cries, the mingled tangy scents of sweat and sex, and the flames reflecting off the smooth, ebony marble walls and floor creating an eerie illusion of movement within the stone.
“I haven’t permitted you to stop.” Buffy hadn’t noticed she had, until William gripped her upper arms, his warning loud in her ear.
“I—”
“Or speak.” With almost inhuman speed, William was facing her. His hold on her chin was firm, warranting her undivided attention and obedience. Buffy lowered her eyes.
“Good girl.” William returned to his earlier position.
Before continuing down the hallway, Buffy cast a quick sideways glance toward Sebastian, or more precisely, where he once had been. He was now gone, as were the woman and other man.
In their place, was another man with cloven hands and feet, wearing a pony-harness. He relentlessly bucked, trying to dislodge the woman astride his back while she cruelly struck him with a riding crop.
Buffy closed her eyes tightly, and with a steadying breath, she opened them and focused on the floor beneath her feet.
Reaching the end of the hallway, she entered the last room and only stopped on William’s command. One moment she was standing alone; the next he had a fist full of her hair and was baring her neck.
“Your disobedience angers me, Buffy."
Then he struck. His blunt teeth latched onto the juncture between her shoulder and neck, while roughly cupping one breast. She succumbed, letting herself be dragged under by the pleasurable pain. When William finally released his hold, he replaced the rope at her wrists with his hands before guiding her to a crude marble tablet in the center of the room.
William forcibly grabbed the back of Buffy’s neck before pressing her against the cold stone. He released her wrists but kept her neck pinned, while he hiked up her dress and kicked out her stance.
“And this slight will not go unpunished.”
Buffy felt the head of his cock nudging her entrance, but never entering. They remained at this sexual impasse, the fine line between acceptance and refusal, until she pushed back slightly, drawing him inside.
At her silent consent, William anchored both his hands on her hips, and in one fluid motion, thrust home. He quickly set a fierce pace, one that had Buffy crying out and seeking purchase.
Clutching the edges of the table, Buffy bucked her hips back, taking him in further than any other man had ever reached. Soon, she was on the verge of her release, until a sharp sting to her bottom stilled her. Startled, she looked over her shoulder and noticed William readying for another strike that landed only moments after.
“Such a—naughty—naughty—girl.” William punctuated his words with powerful thrusts and spanks.
The dizzying melding of pleasure and pain twisted her insides with promises of her sweet release. William must’ve sensed this, immediately withdrawing and leaving her empty and unfulfilled.
“In your punishment, I will find my pleasure.”
With both hands, William gripped the rope wrapped around her waists and yanked her back, spearing her on his cock. She nearly burst from this brutal plunge and the binding’s knot riding tightly against her clit.
Yet William had far more wicked plans than granting her any reprieve as over and over, he held her just at the edge, allowing her no release.
Angered from his prolonged torment, the next time William withdrew, Buffy gained purchase, turned, and roughly shoved him to the floor.
Using his confusion to her advantage, Buffy straddled him and impaled herself, taking what she’d long been denied. Her pace was wild and erratic as she bucked and writhed, her release being all that mattered.
With a piercing wail, Buffy slowed her hips. Despite finally feeling blissfully drained and sated, the sting of anger remained. She took a moment to savor his thickness still hard inside her, before slowly standing and straightening out her dress.
“Who’s being punished now?” Buffy eyed his straining erection, then left the room.
Revenge had never tasted so bittersweet.
Author’s Notes:
A scold’s bridle “sometimes called "the branks", as well as "brank's bridle" was a punishment device used primarily on women, as a form of torture and public humiliation. It was an iron muzzle in an iron framework that enclosed the head. The bridle-bit (or curb-plate) was about 2 inches long and 1 inch broad, projected into the mouth and pressed down on top of the tongue. The "curb-plate" was frequently studded with spikes, so that if the tongue moved, it inflicted pain and made speaking impossible…The bridle sometimes had a ring and chain attached to it so her husband could parade her around town and the town's people could scold her and treat her with contempt.” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scold's_bridle
A tawse “is an implement used for corporal punishment. (It) consists of a strip of leather, with one end split into a number of tails. The thickness of the leather and the number of tails is variable.” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tawse