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floor.
“Right away, Master! I’ll do whatever you say, Master!” she said as though he had
ordered her. “Please be merciful, Master!”
The door to what she had labeled the punishment chamber opened of its own
accord and a freezing cold wind blew into the bedchamber. Eanan was buffeted by the
force of the air current and as she disappeared into the dark room beyond, he drew in a
long, steadying breath then followed her, as unsure of what he’d find and his own
reactions to it as he’d ever been in his three hundred some odd years.
“Mother of the goddess!” he whispered as he took in the replica of an ancient
torture chamber complete with dripping walls, rats scurrying around on the dirty rushstrewn floor and smoky exposed ceiling beams. There was a rack, an iron maiden,
shackles hanging from the ceiling, a low table holding a variety of instruments—most of
which he had absolutely no intention of touching much less applying to her lovely
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body. There was even a glowing brazier with a branding iron thrusting out of its
yellow-red interior.
“ That will have to go!” he snapped, pointing at the dangerous thing.
“It’s just there for effect,” she assured him.
“Just as long as you remember that,” he grumbled.
“What is your pleasure, Master?” he heard Corallin say, and tore his gaze from a
pair of iron boots. “Would you like to tie me to the rack and have your wicked way
with me?” Her eyes were eager, alive with desire. “Or would you prefer to bind me in
leather and make me suckle you?”
That sent a stab of pure heat through his cock! He had to clear his throat in order to
speak. This was way over his head and not something he’d ever entertained even in his
adolescent wet dreams. Pain and torture were as foreign to him when it came to sex as
lying with another man would be, and he’d experienced enough pain and torture in real
life not to want it in his sex life.
“Wench, this is…”
“Grab me and lash me to the whipping frame,” she said, cutting him off. “Take the
quirt to me for daring to sample the wares of your best friend, your sergeant major!”
“You sampled the wares of my…?” He stopped, understanding the need on her
lovely face and then nodded slowly, knowingly. “Ahhh,” he drawled. “You dared
spread your thighs for him, did you?”
Corallin trembled. “Aye, forgive me, Master. I could not help myself. I fear I am a
shameless whore.”
He walked to her, bent down and took her arm, dragging her carefully to her feet.
With his hands circling her upper arms, he shook her lightly. “You dare admit it,
wench?”
She lowered her eyes. “Forgive me.”
“Since you lay with Cornelius, you will suffer the consequences!”
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“Cornelius?” she questioned, and her eyes danced with laughter.
“Was it Maximus then?” he inquired with a thunderous brow, backing her toward
the X-shaped frame. “Or was it Flavius?”
She lifted her chin. “It was with all three.”
Eanan widened his eyes. “Well, then you’ll suffer three times as greatly, you
deceitful bawd!”
He spun her around and shoved her gently against the frame, jerking one arm up
and holding her there with his body as he locked the shackle around her wrist. As he
manacled the other, he slid his thigh between her legs to spread them apart and put his
lips to her ear.
“You will pay for all your transgressions, my sweet one.”
Once more Corallin shivered, and by the time he had her ankles locked into place,
she was trembling constantly. The moment he ran his hand between her legs to cup her
sex, she all but came on his fingers.
“Wet but not wet enough,” he said. He thrust into her and pried her roughly apart
to finger her clit. “By the time I am through with you, you’ll let no other man touch
you!”
Despite his every instinct screaming against it, he found her silken quirt with the
tiny leather balls
“Right away, Master! I’ll do whatever you say, Master!” she said as though he had
ordered her. “Please be merciful, Master!”
The door to what she had labeled the punishment chamber opened of its own
accord and a freezing cold wind blew into the bedchamber. Eanan was buffeted by the
force of the air current and as she disappeared into the dark room beyond, he drew in a
long, steadying breath then followed her, as unsure of what he’d find and his own
reactions to it as he’d ever been in his three hundred some odd years.
“Mother of the goddess!” he whispered as he took in the replica of an ancient
torture chamber complete with dripping walls, rats scurrying around on the dirty rushstrewn floor and smoky exposed ceiling beams. There was a rack, an iron maiden,
shackles hanging from the ceiling, a low table holding a variety of instruments—most of
which he had absolutely no intention of touching much less applying to her lovely
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body. There was even a glowing brazier with a branding iron thrusting out of its
yellow-red interior.
“ That will have to go!” he snapped, pointing at the dangerous thing.
“It’s just there for effect,” she assured him.
“Just as long as you remember that,” he grumbled.
“What is your pleasure, Master?” he heard Corallin say, and tore his gaze from a
pair of iron boots. “Would you like to tie me to the rack and have your wicked way
with me?” Her eyes were eager, alive with desire. “Or would you prefer to bind me in
leather and make me suckle you?”
That sent a stab of pure heat through his cock! He had to clear his throat in order to
speak. This was way over his head and not something he’d ever entertained even in his
adolescent wet dreams. Pain and torture were as foreign to him when it came to sex as
lying with another man would be, and he’d experienced enough pain and torture in real
life not to want it in his sex life.
“Wench, this is…”
“Grab me and lash me to the whipping frame,” she said, cutting him off. “Take the
quirt to me for daring to sample the wares of your best friend, your sergeant major!”
“You sampled the wares of my…?” He stopped, understanding the need on her
lovely face and then nodded slowly, knowingly. “Ahhh,” he drawled. “You dared
spread your thighs for him, did you?”
Corallin trembled. “Aye, forgive me, Master. I could not help myself. I fear I am a
shameless whore.”
He walked to her, bent down and took her arm, dragging her carefully to her feet.
With his hands circling her upper arms, he shook her lightly. “You dare admit it,
wench?”
She lowered her eyes. “Forgive me.”
“Since you lay with Cornelius, you will suffer the consequences!”
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“Cornelius?” she questioned, and her eyes danced with laughter.
“Was it Maximus then?” he inquired with a thunderous brow, backing her toward
the X-shaped frame. “Or was it Flavius?”
She lifted her chin. “It was with all three.”
Eanan widened his eyes. “Well, then you’ll suffer three times as greatly, you
deceitful bawd!”
He spun her around and shoved her gently against the frame, jerking one arm up
and holding her there with his body as he locked the shackle around her wrist. As he
manacled the other, he slid his thigh between her legs to spread them apart and put his
lips to her ear.
“You will pay for all your transgressions, my sweet one.”
Once more Corallin shivered, and by the time he had her ankles locked into place,
she was trembling constantly. The moment he ran his hand between her legs to cup her
sex, she all but came on his fingers.
“Wet but not wet enough,” he said. He thrust into her and pried her roughly apart
to finger her clit. “By the time I am through with you, you’ll let no other man touch
you!”
Despite his every instinct screaming against it, he found her silken quirt with the
tiny leather balls
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