Up here on my balcony, I was on display for the entire city.
Everyone would be able to see their queen taught a very shameful and painful lesson.
My pussy clenched down tightly with need and my wetness seeped down into the seat of my panties. I stood before him in nothing but my panties. I knew that those wouldn’t last much longer either.
He dragged his fingers across the lacy red fabric. It was so thin that it almost felt like it wasn’t there, and I moaned before I clamped my lips together in an effort to quiet myself.
“Sweet girl, do you think you’ll be able to keep your sounds quiet? I know what you sound like when you come for me and soon, the whole city is going to hear it too,” he said darkly, and an intense shiver raced down my spine.
He circled my clit with his finger.
“Look at these pretty breasts on display for your subjects. Soon, the rest of you will be too,” he warned firmly, and a desperate cry escaped my throat.
“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered.
“I do, little vampire. You need me to do this,” he replied.
I turned away. I wasn’t going to admit anything. Not now. Not to him.
I couldn’t because it would mean admitting the truth to myself and right now, I couldn’t handle that.
He dragged his fingers up and down on top of my clit, teasing me and exploring the moist fabric that still covered my pussy. I knew that it was drenched and that he would be able to feel it. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hide that from him.
I’d probably never be able to again.
His touch left my pussy and glided along the edge of my panties, just glancing along my flesh and causing jolts of pleasure to race down deep into my core. My pussy tightened and in one single rough motion, he tore my panties from my body. The lacy fabric pinched at my moist flesh and it stung hotly. I keened before the pain gradually faded away. It pulsed with residual ache and I recognized that I was even wetter than before.
“Bend over the railing and spread your legs wide. It’s time for your punishment to truly begin,” he said firmly, and I bit my lip. My eyes flicked to the door and he shook his head.
“You ran from me before, but it’s time you understood that you will never run from me again. Now turn around and obey me before I add even more to the thorough punishment that you’ve already earned,” he growled.
My pussy clenched tightly.
I turned around because I didn’t have a choice. I bent over the railing because I was afraid of what might happen if I didn’t, but I would be lying if there wasn’t a very tiny part of me that was curious of what he was going to do to me next.
I jumped when his fingertips grazed up the backs of my thighs. His touch was electric and every nerve in my body ignited with it. I heard him kneel behind me and he took one ankle in his fingers. He pulled it wider and lashed something around it to tie me to one of the rail posts. Then he did the same with the other ankle, spreading my legs impossibly wide. I whimpered when the image of how terribly on display I was. He could see everything from my wet pussy to my reluctant bottom hole. His fingers pressed between my thighs, gentle and explorative as they slid along my wet flesh. He was letting me know that he could see everything and that I couldn’t hide how very aroused I was right now from him.
“I tied you with special rope that I had made specially for you. It will bind you and keep you captive, even despite your strength as a vampire. This was ensure that you stay very still and very exposed for the entirety of your punishment, little girl,” he said softly, and I shivered with nervousness.
He found my clit, lightly circling it with just the tip of his finger and I sighed, pleasure growing inside me. My desire for more compounded and my hips bucked against his touch, needing and wanting more. I hated that I wanted him to make me come all over those fingers.
“Already so very needy, aren’t you, little vampire?” he questioned quietly, his voice dangerous in its calmness.
“Sir,” I whispered, trying to appeal to his mercy. I should have known that it wouldn’t work though. He never listened when I begged, no matter how desperate I sounded. He would only gi
ve me what I wanted when he decided that I had earned it.
He teased me to the edge of orgasm and just when I thought I was going to let go, he pulled away. I whined softly. I had known that would happen, but I had hoped that he wouldn’t torture me. After several more moments, his fingers returned to my clit and started to taunt me again. When I was close to orgasm once more, he pulled away. He did this over and over. I tried to fight it, but every part of me was focused on my clit and how very needy it was.
I whimpered softly, hating how my hips were moving toward his touch, begging him wordlessly to touch me even though it was simply prolonging the arousing torture even further.
“Do you want to come, little vampire?” he mused, continuing to swirl his fingers around my clit and I cried out as my body started to give in to him. Everything in me was focused on the incredibly needy bud between my legs and the more I was denied release, the more out of control I felt. I started to shake, and my breath hitched in my throat. I trembled and he teased me again, forcing me to the edge of orgasm before he took his touch away altogether.
“Only good little girls are allowed to come. Were you a good little girl, Ruby?” he asked, his voice firm but still perilously calm.
“No, sir,” I answered, quivering before him.
“What needs to happen next, little girl?” he questioned.