Carrion: A Story of Passion by Eden Night Read Free Book Online

the rapidity of the situation. Clumsily I undid the top button and scrabbled for the second.
    “Slow down,” she whispered in my ear. She had moved impossibly silent across the floor. My eyes fell to the look of expectation on Daniel’s face. He clearly desired to see beneath my clothes, and I had the power to show him. I also understood that I had the power to deny him. With the last button undone, I turned back to Arabella to await my next instruction.
    “Now slap him – hit him hard across the cheek,” she offered.
    Daniel’s bottom lip disappeared and I watched as his teeth pulled at it with anticipation. A smile flitted through his eyes.
    “Hit him?” I croaked. My throat thickened with desire.
    Arabella’s voice was barely a whisper in my ear. “Punish him for looking at you. How dare he look at you like that – like he could have you if he but clicked his fingers.”
    I raised my hand but it felt disconnected and unreal. “But…” I stopped and inhaled deeply. I’d never hit somebody before – not ever – not even in childhood. Being an only child, the daily acceptable level of sibling violence had never blurred the boundaries.
    The sound of Daniel’s voice startled me. “Please mistress, punish me.”
    Arabella struck out the palm of her hand reminding me of a striking cobra. “How dare you speak in front of me, slave.” The crack of skin against his cheek sent shivers through me and I felt the pulse of blood rushing to my sex. Daniel recoiled from the slap, and adjusted his jaw. Clearly, the slap had produced some level of pain, and yet, his cock stirred, and sprang to attention.
    Arabella looked down at it disapprovingly. “Really? So little resolve? So little control?” She grabbed him by the hair and held his head back so that his neck strained painfully. “You really are very pathetic.”
    Daniel turned his face away from her and a look, which might have been read as shame, flitted across his pretty cheekbones. Arabella turned her attention towards me and explained, “Daniel is a new initiate – he’s still little more than a puppy still in training.” She let go of his head roughly, nearly throwing him off balance.
    My eyes roamed over the muscles of his shoulders, and the quivering girth of his thighs, and then there was his cock, which ill disciplined or not, was far from pathetic.
    I felt my lips thicken, my eyes widen, my whole body opening and responding to the sight of him.
    “Hit him.” Arabella commanded.
    And I did. My hand slapped into the hard contours of his cheek, leaving a stinging, spreading web of jangled nerves up my hand. His head snapped to the side with the force of the blow – an angry red mark spread over his cheek. As if sensing my concern at the sight of the physical harm I had inflicted, Arabella said, “It will soon fade – as if none of this has ever happened. Once more, please, Charlotte. With the other hand. And this time, use your right to cradle his balls. Give them a gentle squeeze on impact.”
    I blushed and glanced down at his straining cock before using my left right hand to cup the velvet pouch in my hand. I looked into his eyes, determined to feel no embarrassment about such intimacy with a complete stranger. I focused on the sensation of the soft furred skin against my palm, and the feeling of his balls held within. I slid my palm around, relishing the sensation of their sliding movement. They tightened with the slightest pressure. I raised my hand, slapped and squeezed simultaneously, causing Daniel to emit a soft deep groan from the base of his throat. His cock strained forward.
    “See how the blending of pleasure and pain creates a unique effect,” Arabella said, cupping Daniel’s head tenderly between her hands. She moved her hand down over his torso and took his cock in her hand, stroking it backwards and forwards along the shaft with almost clinical precision. The other hand she had clamped firmly over his mouth and nose –