Spirit of Cyber
by Antoinette
Chapter Two: The Journey Begins
Her heart leapt against the cage of her ribs, a strange, jangling sensation spread slowly through her and she felt herself step fully into the room with Him. It took on a reality around her that rivaled the room her body was actually sitting in. She could smell the biting smoke of the torches burning along the granite walls, feel the softness of the pillow beneath her� hear the crackle and pop of the logs in the huge fireplace.
" Little one. " His voice tickled her ear.
She turned her gaze toward His face, which now hovered inches from her own. His breath tickled against her skin and she tasted the faint licorice trace of anise that it carried.
He smiled, " My time here is short so you will forgive me if I skip the romantic niceties and go right to the pleasure. Now, on your feet little one, stand before me, and remove your frock."
She was not as shocked by His orders, as she was stunned by her own willingness to obey them without question. The brusqueness of His manner would have caused her to turn on her heel and walk away from another. But, Not Obeying Him? The possibility never even entered her mind.
She stood, stepped three paces forward and paused to glance at him over her shoulder. With an elegant heel toe about face she turned to face Him. Keeping her eyes lowered, she plucked at the straps of her chemise with trembling fingers. The thin satin top whispered across her aching nipples with each tiny movement she made tightening them even more.
" Stop! " He barked.
She froze in place, and looked up at Him with wide eyes, quickly reviewed her actions for something she might have done wrong.
He spoke again softly. " I've decided that the pleasure of your disrobing shall be Mine." He sprang from the high backed chair with a powerful cat-like grace and chair�s leather-covered cushions made a soft creaking noise. She glanced at it uneasily. The unexpected sound confirmed what her senses and her logic had been quietly debating. She didn�t understand how this had become so real, she only knew that it was and the realization tightened the knot in her stomach even more.Her puzzled eyes rose to meet the steady scrutiny of His blazing emerald gaze for three heartbeats and dropped. She rubbed a chill from her right forearm, feeling very small and insignificant. The certainty that she had just lost her mind and she really didn�t care electrified her.
He reached out and took her slender wrists gently in His powerful grasp, guided them to the small of her back. Holding them in the firm grip of His left hand, He drew her close against His powerful body �
She inhaled the warm spiced scent of Him. Trembling body pressed against His warmth she purred under the soft brush of His fingers through her hair. His fingers closed in her hair, gently turning her gaze across the room.
Her breath caught in her throat, eyes wide she stared at the chains that dangled from the ceiling, fur lined leather cuffs attached to them. Below, affixed to the floor, another set of chains with matching cuffs coiled like snakes. To either side, braziers of thick metal glowed, their dim red light revealed glimpses of metal and leather on the wheeled table just beyond.
"The alter." She whispered.
Using His grip on her hair and wrists, He marched her across the cold stone floor ahead of Him. Her legs trembled, she stumbled but His unrelenting grip held her on her feet. She squeaked at the sharp tug on her hair and wrenching of her arms.
" Easy little one. " His deep whisper rumbled in her ear.
He positioned her between the chains, released her hair to pick up the cuff on the left, He snapped shut it around her wrist.
"Look down little one. Look at your breasts. "
She didn�t have to look to know that her nipples were hard and tight. They ached with sensitivity and she couldn�t deny their state anymore than she could quiet the roar of her emotions.
" I know your fears little one. I hear them running and screaming in your mind. And I know that deep, dark part of you that yearns for the edge." His right hand slid up her ribs, cupped her left breast and bounced it lightly. "This is my proof. "
His eyes bored into hers as he fastened the left cuff around her wrist and stepped back to kneel before her, " spread your legs pet". She adjusted her stance, then shifted again as He ordered, "wider little one. " The cuffs clamped shut around her ankles holding her legs spread wide, leaving her vulnerable and exposed even under the wrap around skirt.
He stood before her, intense green eyes appraising her. She squirmed under the unblinking inspection, looked down at her chained limbs, testing the weight of the silver links by rolling her wrists in the fur lined cuffs. She raised her eyes to Him again her head shaking slowly, still trying to deny this reality.
A little smile twitched at the corners of His lips. He reached into a pocket, pulled out a small remote control and pressed a button on it. The chains began to tighten, clanking softly as they disappeared into the ceiling and floor. Her arms rose with their pull, the cuffs around her ankles tugged her feet wider apart compromising her balance.
His thumb came off the button just as she began to strain against the pull. Her brow creased with the comprehension of what he has done, the tension was just tight enough that should she struggle or pull too much she would inflict pain on herself. A satisfied smile crossed His face. " Very good little one. I see you understand my intentions."
With a nod of satisfaction, He stepped to the table at the side, plucked several items from its surface, and placed them in the pocket of his long black jacket. " First we must have you defrocked, as it were." He chuckled softly as he stepped over to stand before her.
" You look like an angel in flight, pet. " He pulled a knife from his pocket, a long slender blade snapped into view as he thumbed the catch. He turned it slowly in his fingers, dazzling her eyes with the dancing light along the razor sharp edge.
" Yes little one, it's very sharp. So you must hold very still. " He placed the flat of the blade against her cheekbone. The cold metal burned against her flushed face. She closed her eyes not daring to breathe as He scraped it lightly down over her jaw line, along her neck to the center of the satin chemise.
Adjusting His stance, He twirled the point and lifted the handle in preparation for a downward stroke. His eyes, drawn to her face by her soft hiss, twinkled as He held the sharp cold metal poised delicately against her skin. With an elegant flip of His wrist He tipped the blade and let its own weight pull it down parting the satin like warm butter.
The razor sharp tip skimmed lightly over her skin, leaving a thin hair of a scratch in its wake. It blossomed a deep red, as blood welled to the surface, she waited for some signal of pain but none came.
He jerked the blade out against the hem severing it. Lifting the right side of the chemise back with the flat of the blade, He touched the bottom of her trembling breast with the tip. His eyes tracked its path as it slid up to circle hypnotically around the nipple before it darted up to sever the strap. The satin hissed and slithered away, to swing against her lower back, leaving her right breast exposed.
The tip of the knife dropped back to, press against the dark bud of her nipple, lifting her breast, letting it's own weight press it against the sharp point for a moment, before pulling away. A small drop of blood rose from the tiny nick it left. She drew a shuddering breath, the tip of her tongue slipped out to moisten her dry lips.
Her eyes followed the glittering blade as it snaked its way across to her left breast. The tip slid across her skin to the edge of her areola, circled it three times then flashed up to sever the remaining strap. She flinched, her lips parted in a startled gasp from the pain she had caused to her shoulders with the small movement. The satin top slid down her left leg to puddle around her ankle.
His eyes narrowed, " See pet. You must be still. I�ve grazed you my sweet. Here let me kiss it all better."
He casually flipped the knife at the table where the point embedded itself a half an inch into the oak table with a dull thump, its handle quivering. Bending low he traced the thin lines of blood with the tip of his tongue, changing their small sting to burning intensity...a tiny moan escaped her lips.
As His lips and tongue spread fire across the trails of her blood, His fingers released the knot that held her skirt in place. A cool breeze caressed the heated center of her thighs, as the skirt crumpled between her feet, the deeper chill on the lips of her pussy made her blush. "I�m so wet." She whispered.
His lips closed around her right nipple...the sharp white teeth found purchase on the dark bud. They pulled out and up, causing her to lift up and increase the strain on her shoulders, she gasped with relief when he let the nipple pop free. He carefully watched the emotions warring across her face.
A soft rumbling purr rose up from deep inside his chest and emerged from his throat as a hungry growl... His hands held her waist firmly as He latched onto the left nipple tugging at her tender flesh. He shook the suspended weight of her breast, rocking her against the tug of the chains until she whimpered from the strain. Releasing the nipple, He kissed it gently and leaned back with a smug little smile of satisfaction, " It pleases me that my pet is not wearing panties and has shaved so well."
For a moment she was exiled from the fantasy, His words giving rise to frightened voices�Yes, She hated wearing panties and bras, finding them constricting and uncomfortable. She loved the feel of her own naked pussy lips and kept them cleanly shaved. But, how the hell did he know this?!?
With a wicked little grin he pulled something from his pocket. It clinked inside the closed fist He waved teasingly in front of her. With a wink, He let the chains slip between His fingers to dangle before her, allowing her to look at the clamps on the ends of the chain for a moment. He Chuckled as her eyes widened with understanding.
He drew slow circles around her right nipple with the unpadded metallic clip, spread its jaws around the alert bud, and allowed it to bite slowly into the sensitive flesh.
She hissed at the sharp streak of pain from her breast. The defiant hiss became a whimper as He tightened the clamp down on her left nipple. He dropped the cool chain to dangle against her stomach and something bulbous bounced against her diaphragm. She looked down and frowned, attached mid-way along the chain was what looked like a candy pacifier. Her puzzled eyes turned to Him seeking explanation. He answered by picking up the pacifier, lifting it toward her mouth, the chain tugged her nipples, and lifted her breasts.
" Open." He commanded. She hesitated a moment, then opened her trembling lips, and He popped the candy between them. " Now close and hang on. If you let it drop� I will punish you."
At her slight nod, He smiled slyly and began to explore her ribs and stomach with meandering fingertips. He watched her expectantly, His eyes twinkling with amusement as her own widened with alarm. The candy was swiftly dissolving... it fizzed against her tongue filling her mouth with cherry flavoring.
As His wicked chuckle tickled her ear, her thoughts grew frantic. She was not going to be able to hold the candy. In scant minutes it would dissolve and she would have nothing to hold onto at all. Her eyes shot fire at Him�He had set her up to fail.
His right hand snapped against her pussy lips, driving a small gasp from her lungs. " Be Careful little one." He warned. " I admire Fire of the Spirit. But, I will not tolerate defiance."
The heat in her eyes dwindled to a soft smolder as He teased His fingers across the lips of her wet pussy. He spread her oils with slow circles, raised His glistening fingers, and waved the evidence of her excitement in front of her face. Watching her intently He greedily sucked the taste of her from His fingers and returned to teasing her pussy lips. The tip of one finger tapped against her clit and she responded with soft moan of pleasure.
Then His eyes narrowed and His grip closed tight on her pussy lips, pinching them together, His nails digging into her flesh. She squeezed her eyes shut against the pain, her lips puckered tighter around the candy nipple. She trembled from her efforts not to lash out in a futile escape attempt. The pressure of His fingers on the sensitive flesh eased and she groaned with relief.
He knelt in front of her, stroking her thighs a few times before gripping them at the back just under the round of her ass and pulling her pelvis forward. His tongue lashed out stabbing at her clit. A jolt of pleasure zigzagged up her spine. Instinctively her hips strained to press closer, wanting more.
His fingers fumbled in the pocket and emerged holding up another set of clamps. He gently guided the chain of one of the clips around her thigh, tightened it to prevent slipping, and eased the bite of the clamp onto the closest pussy lip. She whimpered and gnawed her bottom lip. He studied her reactions closely as He repeated the moves with the other side neatly pinning the thick outer lips of her pussy open, leaving the tender inner flesh and her clit exposed.
Her heart pounded in her ears and she flushed deep rose from the exposure of her lathered sex. She began to twist her wrists in the cuffs... testing the restraints, unconsciously seeking an avenue of escape.
He drew a small vial from His pocket and uncapped it. The scent of mint filled the air as He tipped the opening against an upraised fingertip. His eyes came up to catch and hold hers as the anointed fingertip began to smooth the oil against the exposed insides of her pussy. For a moment she felt only the slick surface of His finger caressing her. Then the cold burn of the mint began to spread, flowing after His finger. She gasped and stiffened... straining to remain still even as her clit and delicate surrounding tissues begin to feel like they are simultaneously freezing and burning. The urge to cry out superseded by the need to hold the swiftly dissolving candy, a low desperate groan rose from deep inside her.
With a grunt of satisfaction, He stood before her and smiled casually, as He turned to the table. " I seem to have worked up a thirst." He told her. He glanced at her as He lifted a glass of ice water, pausing to ask. " Are you thirsty?" A smile twitched at the corner of His lips, " Oh I forgot... you have your mouth full. " He chuckled and sipped the water.
She gazed longingly at the water, the sugar sweetness of the candy thick against her tongue.
" How are you faring dear? Is the candy nearly gone? Just shake your head yes or no. I realize that you can't really talk. "
Her eyes flared dangerously for a moment, she was confused and humiliated.
" I asked you if the candy is still giving you enough to hold onto�now answer me please." He repeated in a low voice.
She assessed the state of the candy, which was nearly half gone at this point. A hole had grown in the little bulb until the tip of her tongue could fit inside it. She shook her head ... " Yes"�inhaling sharply as the movement dug the clamps into her nipples.
His eyes twinkled with amusement at her spark of anger as He calmly sipped the ice water. He chose more articles from the tabletop quickly placing them into the pockets of His jacket. She tried to see what He was choosing but He was careful not to allow that and ruin the surprise.
She tried and failed to stop the tiny whimpers and moans that escaped her throat. The distinction between pain and pleasure was fading and Her mind reeled in anticipation of the extremes still to come and fear of what He would do to take her there.