Fate Cries Foul, Renier Larouche [hot novels to read .TXT] 📗

and sought it out once more, but Oh! Joy! He replaced it with his mouth on me, sucking my bud into his lips only to let it spring free and replace this with his lapping tongue. In only a moment, or so it seemed, my bud felt as if it might burst out of my skin.

My body was racked with spasms and I cried out, "Master! Oh My Lord, my time is coming, I cannot stop it!"

"Yes Rhiannan, cum for me pretty one, fill my mouth with your gifts. Do it now!" He said, more loudly than I had expected.

I screamed and felt myself float off into a cloud of pure pleasure. I was not even aware of the fact that Master had taken his mouth far away from my pussy. But my senses reached the peak in seconds, as I felt a searing pain in my bud. I had never felt such a thing, even when my body bled with the tides. I screamed my throat dry and tight with terror. What in the names of the Gods has done this to me? I wondered.

"Rhiannan! Rhiannan! Look down, pet. Open your eyes and see your gift" He told me sharply.

I gazed down my body to my womanhood. Masters thumb and forefinger held the lips wide and I could not believe what I saw. There was a thick gold ring, just like a bull nose ring, all the way through my bud. My poor swollen bud looked enormous, pulled forward out of the lips by the ring. Master used a finger from his other hand to flip it back and forth, and it hurt, but I knew I was going to cum once more. My hips bucked like a mating dog as I felt the feeling course through my pussy.

“Oh my little pet, yes Rhiannan! I knew you would love the ring in your pretty shaven pussy. You are so precious to me, my sweet Rhiannan," he rasped.

I had been so assaulted by the sight of the ring that I failed to notice my hairless pussy.

"I expect you to scrape with the knife, shave the hair away." He told me, "I prefer it to be open and clean, hairless and so pretty.” The glow of love shone from his eyes to mine.

Reaching up, he loosened my arms from the cuffs and I fell onto his chest. Master scooped me into his strong arms and in a tiny whisper he said, "You have pleased me so much, little one, you respond so well. I think I always knew you would."

I felt so proud of myself, of how he loved me and of simply being his woman. I felt myself transported across the room. I felt lighter than air in his arms, surrounded by his power, bathing in it like it was water. I nestled my head in his neck and gave myself to the moment. Then I felt myself being lowered down.

Master placed my feet on the floor and I stood facing the cross, before I knew fully what was about to pass he secured my hands and feet to the arms of the cross. My body lay across the center, facing the wall, and the shadowy depths of the corner. I felt a tight leather strap fastened around my slender waist, and my bud still pulsed in its painful pleasure. I turned my head to Master and my eyes pleaded with him to stop. I did not think my heart, or my body could do any more. Master smiled and raised his hand to stroke my hair.

"Rhiannan," he said, "it is my belief that one should make it known what is most valued by them. And the most precious of those should be known by all to belong to them. You know that my fine linens bear my monogram, yes?"

I nodded, though I had no idea of his meaning.

"You too are precious, more than anything else I own. Therefore, you must bear my mark. Know that this is a sign of my love for you, and of my ownership of you. No other man will look at your flesh and misunderstand, for they will see my mark on you."

Now I was lost, beyond any understanding.

"Master, may I speak?"

He nodded.

"I do not understand you, I am so sorry. I know your monogram is on the linens, but on me? How could that be?"

As I spoke the last words I saw him turning towards the brazier, which up till this moment had been heating us in our nakedness. I saw the coals burning, blue and yellow flames dancing on the surface. I saw him reach over and remove the poker. I looked with eyes wider than ever at its glowing tip and saw his monogram initial lit brightly in the metal tip. It reminded me of the farmer's irons, which they used on the beasts.

"Master! No, please! Why do you hate me so that you could do this to me?" I cried out my words almost lost amidst my screaming.

"I do this because I love you Rhiannan, because you are mine alone and all will know it. Yes, it will be painful, but that pain will pass and you will learn from it. Take the pain Rhiannan, use it to bond your mind, your heart and your will to me," he called, slowly moving towards me.

I tried to wrestle free, but could only move my head and shoulders, so tight were the bonds. I smelled my flesh burn before I felt it, but when I did the pain filled every part of my body. It balled itself inside me and I felt my stomach retch. My sickness sprang forth and covered the wall before me. Gradually the intensity subsided, but the burning feeling remained. I swear I could have traced the letter without touching it. More strangely though, I felt my juices flowing from my pussy like water from the font. My bud pulsed and twitched and the ring seemed to vibrate. In the midst of all the torture I had cum once more.

After silence returned, Master loosened my bonds and wrapped me gently in the quilt. He carried my weary body to the couch and laid me down so softly. He pulled back the quilt and brought his body alongside mine, we lay like spoons in the half-light of the coals.

Master stroked my hair, soothing me with tiny kisses.

"My Rhiannan, we are moving along our path, my pet. I can promise you there will be many more wonderful experiences for you. But for now you must sleep."

I nodded, already feeling myself drifting towards it. I was becoming a person I did not know, a branded woman with a ring in her pussy! My Master was promising me that there was more, and I was happy. Imprint

Publication Date: 03-18-2020

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