Tales from Arondell: Sodom - Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Isabella Darian

Okay. So you're tied up. Try to relax, Bella. Breathe. Don't forget to breathe. Easier said than done, though.

Naked and trussed up like a sacrificial lamb, with my arms shackled to the bed-posts and my legs suspended from the canopy, I feel so open, vulnerable and exposed. Oddly enough more than I ever felt with Sinah, probably because I consented to this.

My blossom pouts beneath my tangled bush of pubic hair. She's so moist and hungry for Mister Scarlett, but that hasn't changed since he teased me in the truck.

Bastard. Wicked, wilful and wild man. My heart races again, struggling to keep up with the tempo in my loins. I could've said no to him, but I didn't. Not when he left me aching during the drive back, nor when he kissed me before carrying me upstairs. Not even when he stripped, gagged and chained me to his bed.

Saliva pools in my mouth. It coats the metal ring and spidery legs holding my lips apart, and dribbles down my chin. Ugh. This feels so gross.

Across the room, swamped in shadows and moody red light, Mister Scarlett stands before his display cabinet. Admiring his intimidating collection. Whips, floggers, riding crops, paddles, canes, and a shelf dedicated solely to his love-toys, he has more than any man should possess. But I'm fast learning he isn't like any man I've met before.

He's naked, with his back to me. I've already seen him nude – I know how scarred he is – but not at this angle. Rope-like keloids whip across his back, snaking around his muscles and the mangled stumps of his wings. The stubby remnant of his tail hangs like a flaccid cock over his hairless bottom.

Oh, you poor sweet man. My heart aches for him and the terrible pain he must've suffered. Granted, what Sinah did to me was horrible, but this... This is beyond anything I've endured.

She lashed out at me because of the terrible things Uncle Kellen did to her. But it's no excuse. There's no valid reason for inflicting this kind of cruelty upon another living being.

“This is what makes you so special, Dove,” Nathanael murmurs, without taking his eyes from the cabinet. “You care about me and have so much love in your heart.” His voice is deep and thoughtful as he runs his hand over his various toys. “Your brand of tenderness is a rare thing in Sodom. Nurture and cherish is, Dove. It's what makes you so beautiful.”

I squirm on the bed and wriggle against my bindings. Please, don't say such things about me, Mister Scarlett. It's bad enough when Zae does it.

“You're so bashful, Dove. Another endearing quality you have,” Nathanael chuckles, closing the glass door and approaches the bed. My eyes drift all over his glorious body, from his pierced lips – painted the same shade as his rouged nipples – to the neat strip of cherry-red chest hair, and quickly settle upon his rigid organ.

Oh, Gods. I whimper, dribbling from both ends. I'd lick my lips if I could. This isn't fair. I want him so much!

He smirks at me. “I know you do, Dove.” He sinks onto the mattress and scoots between my legs. I tremble as he looms above me: A scarred, fire-haired Netheren God, and I'm his willing captive... Or sacrifice, and his bed is the altar he'll plunder me upon.

I feel like a bit of  both, the realisation making my heart skitter in my chest.

“Are you still ready for me, Dove?” He caresses my belly and thighs, his fingers moving up and down all over my skin. I gasp and manage a weak nod. Truthfully, I want him to hurry up and stop playing these games with me, but... His hands feel so nice. I close my eyes and surrender to the sensation.

My belly ignites the minute his lips touch my navel, smearing his lipstick and blazing toward my pubic mound. His hand slips under my bottom and the other clasps my breast, fondling my hard nipple.

Oooh yes. Please. Kiss me, Mister Scarlett. I want you so bad... It's ironic: The last time I saw Zaenack he whispered those same words to me, and then I couldn't imagine wanting anyone more than I wanted him. How quickly that's changed.

Nathanael hums against my flesh and buries his nose in my pubic hair, his lips painfully close to my clitoris, yet so far away.

My eyes fly open. “Please!” I beg, drooling and mumbling into the awful spider-gag. “This is torture.” More spittle and incoherent words dribble from my mouth. Gaia, I'm so glad Zaenack isn't here to see me like this.

“Oh, he'll be home soon enough.” Nathanael gazes up at me, and kisses me just above my prepuce. I shudder in delight. “In fact, I suspect he's on his way home now.” His hand slides away from my bottom, his fingers deftly opening my slit and impaling me.

“Uuuh-huuh... Oooh!” I snap my hips as much as my fetters allow and rock upon his powerful digits. Of course he had to tell me Zae is on his way! My whole body flushes, my cries streaming from my lips as my pleasure climbs toward the inevitable peak. Will he finally let me topple over the edge? Or will the smirking bastard deny me again?

“But it's so much fun, watching you squirm.” Nathanael's voice deepens to an erotic rumble and cracks a little, telling me he doesn't have as much control as I thought. His pierced lips finally seal around my clitoris, his tongue stud lashing the swollen bud as he quickens his pace. Ramming his fingers in and out of me.

I can't help myself: I squeal and buck violently against his fingers and tongue. “Ooooh... Yes...” My body tenses up and spasms, at last overcome with waves of bliss. My blossom throbs, leaking all over his fingers, but he doesn't stop there. He suckles my clitoris, prolonging my release. Savouring me like Zae did.

“Oooh Dove, you taste so good,” he purrs into my quivering flesh, almost setting me off again. My Gods, I'm so sensitive! I'll faint if he makes me come again! I blush and moan, and struggle to catch my breath. Whimpering and wanting to bite my lip with each twinge of pleasure. Somehow I don't think he's stopping any time soon.

“Now why would I do that, Dove?” Nathanael chuckles, and swirls his tongue around my clitoris, making it flutter. I gasp and twist about on the rumpled covers, shaking my head and messing up my hair on the pillows.

“Naa... Uuuh... No... Please, no-No more...” My genitals resonate, desperate for more despite my heightened sensitivity. It's not long before I'm soaring for the peak again. Yes, oooh yes... Right there, Mister Scarlett... Don't stop...

“I didn't believe you for a second, Dove.” He slows his pace, teasing my aching bud with his lips and tongue, before diving in and applying firmer pressure. My thighs quiver, straining against my bonds as I unravel a second time. It's stronger than the first, seizing me, twisting my insides, forcing harsh animal cries from my lips and leaving me stunned and breathless.

Oh... Oh Gaia... Tears gather in my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks. I feel so... Strange. Raw. Conflicted, like I really need something or someone to hang onto as I blubber like a small child. But I can't even do that. My slobbery sobs catch in my chest and throat, and my hands tremble above me.

Please... Hold me, Nathanael. I need you... Who would've thought that sex and being restrained could unhinge me like this?  

“Dove, my Dove.” Mister Scarlett rises above me, positioning himself at my dripping entrance, and releases my arms and mouth. “I'm going to make love to you now.” He casts the cruel gag aside and lavishes me with kisses, from my fingers to my elbows, across my clavicle and finally up to my lips. I taste myself, briny and slightly sweet, and gasp as he plunges inside me. He stretches my willing flesh around him, completing me in ways I hadn't known, until our first time.

His mouth steals my breathless pleas and my deeper moans, as his body undulates with mine. His rhythm and his speed is perfect, keeping me poised on the brink, and I know if I fall into oblivion again, it might be the end for me. The end of whatever spell he's cast, or my life as I know it. The end of this moment and facing reality again, knowing as I surrender to my Netheren captor, that I'll never look at Zae the same way.

In heart, mind, body and soul, Nathanael, I'm yours.

Continued in Chapter 18