CH 8 - Count Your Blessings - 6

Warning: Along with the lemons I don't think I even have to warn y'all about, there is some serious D/s submissive behavior training in this chapter. If true submission does not float your boat you may want to skip this chapter, or at least the dialogue parts ;). 

However, from a story point of view, Kitten's outspoken submission in this chapter is important, so even if you don't read it you should at least be aware that it happens.

Also, despite some truly explicit scenes this chapter is more psychologically delving then some of the all-talk chapters. Truly smutty 7 & 8 ahead, but prepare for angsty/smutty 6 now. I would LOVE to hear your thoughts!!

- 6 - 

Although her entire body was still shaking, he could feel that it was now partly caused by exhaustion; only partly, because she was still aroused. He did not wish to cause any permanent damage but as of yet her heart still held a steady beat and she was not in imminent danger. After the dismal failure of their previous attempts of punishment there was no way he would let her off easy with this one. She would feel the pain in the pleasure. She would beg him to stop, despite partially wanting to go on. The only thing that could stop him would be if he sensed any danger to her health, and they were still far from that point.

However, he could shift her position to allow her strained muscles some relaxation. The fact that the shift would give him an even more enticing view was simply an added bonus. With some regret he carefully unbuckled her thigh cuffs, although the chains were already released the removal of pressure from the cuffs still allowed her a more relaxed and natural stance. Her slight sigh of relief lasted but for a second before he used his abilities to have her flipped over on her stomach and propped up on a set of firm pillows, faster than her human mind could follow.

He allowed his hand to trail her spine from the base of her neck to the small of her back, admiring her luscious curves and the sense of proprietorship this view gave him. In this new position her strained muscles relaxed and with the release from cramping muscles her lust returned full force. Under his gaze he saw her revive and begin to squirm again. He could not help but snicker at the sight; she was just so perfect for him. On one hand she was ready to beg him to stop; on the other she was ready to beg him for further release. This was such a beautiful dilemma. For her, that is. Not that she had a choice in the matter. Not for the first time this day he found himself offering a silent prayer of thanks to the power that be for the stamina rendered to him along with the blood lust and immortality. Was this Karma perhaps? Everything evens out in the end.

Kneeling behind her he allowed himself a moment to simply peruse her glorious backside. Although this might give her an unplanned reprieve he would allow fulfillment of his own needs as long as it was not directly detrimental to his original plan. Slowly and carefully he ran his rough palm over her velvety soft buttocks. Hell, he wanted this and he would have it. Working on number 6 he surely deserved to enjoy a glorious ass if he wanted to, didn't he?

Hell yeah, he did!

His hand stroked her from lower thigh to hip, always resting and circling around the sensitive skin of her upturned ass. Moving up her body grabbed a hold of her beautiful strawberry hair and sharply pulled. With a gasp her back arched even further, pushing her soft cheek into the hand already caressing it. Taking advantage of her half open mouth he leaned over her and captured her lips again. Her neck angled back at a near impossible angle to allow his tongue full access into her mouth and her moans, when not captured by his lips, echoed between the walls.

She certainly wasn't tired any more. He chuckled. Time for an extra wake up call. Never releasing her lips with his own his caressing hand left her buttock, despite her whimpered protest. It would not be for long, however. Her back arched further, seeking out his palm, and so he gave it to her.

With a sharp whack he felt his right palm make contact with the soft flesh of her ass. The wail of pain-filled pleasure (or was it pleasure-filled pain?) released from her throat made his already throbbing cock reach painful levels of hardness.Encouraged by the increased arousal she emitted alongside her erotic wailing he lifted his hand and connected on her other cheek. Then again, this time striking dead center, straight across her swollen sex. The slap sounded even sharper from the moisture encountered and her shriek rose an octave. In the midst of his rising arousal he made damn sure that her shrieks were filled with far more pleasure than pain, as well as intermingled with requests and pleas such as 'more' and 'please'.

She was being punished, but the spanking was not her punishment. With his level of experience he knew he could keep her experience of his slaps on the right side of pleasure, assuring that she would perceive and remember this moment as an erotic rather than painful one. To this end he did not have her count, he allowed her to get lost in the sensation and the need. This was the first time he inflicted pain on her with a non-punishing purpose and he could not help but marvel at how right Elijah had been when he described her that first evening, before he himself had even had a chance to sample her exquisite presence. He allows his palms to rub soothing circles on her pink flesh as he recalls the conversation he had with his brother.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

‘She is feisty, my Little One’ Elijah ignores his tone and continues, a note of pride entering his voice. ‘This of course could make the breaking process harder and more prolonged. But she’s easily aroused and this night also made it crystal clear that she is a natural submissive; you should have seen her reaction to even light spanking. She is a perfect candidate I think.’*

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

He feels a sudden need to make sure. It is important not to mix punishments, and his Kitten was being punished by over exposure at this moment, not by pain. 'Kitten?' he asks, continuing his palms circling caress of her behind. He feels her body briefly tense beneath him before she lets out a deep breath and answers.

'Yes, Master?'

'Who do you belong to?'

'YOU, Master!'

'How do you feel?'

'Good, Master!'

'More detail, Kitten. How does your ass feel, and how do you feel? What do you want me to do?'

She pauses for a second at that question, but clearly only to find the right words. Her scent is not frightened, simply pensive and slightly confused. He continues his hands' soft caress of her buttocks and the back of her thighs, gratified to feel her back arch from time to time to push her ass into his calming hands. After a minute or so he clears his throat, unnecessarily. A clear warning that his patience is running low and she has a question to answer. She takes another breath, while purposefully arching her back and pushing her glowing cheek harder into his palm, and answers him to the best of her ability.

'That's three questions Master, I will attempt to answer each separately.' She pauses for a moment and looks over her shoulder, awaiting his swift nod before continuing.

'First question: My ass is over sensitive from your touch and it feels sore but fantastic. You and Master Elijah have both punished my behind but it felt nothing like this. I feel like you are enhancing my sensations, not punishing me, when you spank me now Master.' She paused for a moment and dared glance over her shoulder again. She had thankfully not asked him a direct question, something she well knew was not allowed, but he still chose to answer her unspoken question with a smile and a slight nod, letting her know she was on the right track. While she was speaking his hand circling her butt cheeks started dipping deeper and deeper in between them on ever circle, now grazing her clit as if by accident on every circuit. 'Continue, Kitten.' he prodded her, his small smile lending her courage, even as she gasped at his 'accidental' stimulation.

'Second question: I feel loved. I feel cherished. I feel owned, while also feeling guilty and repentant for reaching for something that was not mine.' She gasps as his hand makes another full circle, stroking her clit slightly harder than last time, before she makes a clear effort and continues. 'I belong to Elijah and I belong to you, Master. When you clearly ordered me not to cum I should not have rubbed against you to defy that.' Kol raises his eyebrows at her answer. Again it is almost too perfect to be true. When something feels to perfect, it usually is... and so he pushes the question further.

'But you did, Kitten. You pushed it further. You took a fair and necessary disciplinary action and made a mockery of it.' He watches her closely as he speaks and is gratified to see her blush and lower her head in shame at his words. Still he continues. 'So, how does THAT make you feel?' He raises an eyebrow at her while slowing his caress as not to disturb her thought process. He is fully aware of the effect he has on her. He feels her scent take on a tinge of sadness as she suppresses a small sob before continuing.

'I feel ashamed that I have disappointed you and Master Elijah...' She takes a brief pause to regain her composure but cannot stop a single tear slowly running down her cheek. 'I am sorry, Master. I am so, SO sorry! I realize that you must continue punishing me and I am prepared to learn from you. I should not have sought out what is only yours to give, I should have learned the first time..' She briefly pauses to swallow a sob before finishing 'I never want you to have to tell me something twice, ever again Master. I am so ashamed. I am so, SO sorry! Please punish me until you can forgive me, please!'

Kol cannot prevent the wide smile that spreads over his features. In his mind, what he hears is his Kitten giving herself over, heart and soul. She is giving him the most precious gift in her possession, her complete submission. Gently he leans forward and kisses her temple, putting all of the unsuspected feelings she has brought out of him into the kiss before speaking. 'I will Kitten. Or rather, I will discipline you until you can forgive yourself.' He gives her a gentle smile, all the while allowing his fingers to keep her lust running high just below the controlled surface she shows while trying to answer his questions. 'Now, question number three, Kitten?' She gathers herself, taking a moment to steel her shoulders before answering. He allows her this moment. Everything is about balance and she needs this breath, this break. She is doing her damnedest to be all that he requires and he can allow her the leeway to try.

'Third question, what I want you to do.' Another deep breath is needed before she continues and he can't help but tense up in anticipation of what answer needs such preparation. Finally she begins to speak again, and he is not disappointed.

'Master. Kol. Lover. Whoever you are right now, whoever you want to be right now, I want to be here with you. What I want you to do is to pick me up and use me, tell me what you need so I can give it to you. I want you to fuck me senseless and then I want you to do it again. What do I want you to do? I want you to allow me to be your dream, as you are mine.' After this tirade she draws another deep breath and then bends her head, clearly embarrassed at her outburst.

'I never in my life thought I'd hear myself saying something like that and mean it...' she muttered under her breath while he observed her, inwardly flabbergasted but outwardly cool and relaxed, only a raised eyebrow revealing his confusion. Lifting her head and looking at him she saw his expression and it was as if a giant dam broke inside her. Suddenly everything that is and ever was his Kitten came bursting out in one fell sweep.

She jumped up from her prone position on the bed and stood, wide legged and gloriously naked, above him. Her pupils dilated and her arms gestured with Latina flair, belittling her blue eyes and blond hair. She looked like a vision of a Valkyrie as she let her rage fly, rage at herself, rage at him, rage at Elijah and rage at society, all rolled into one. He found himself unable to do anything but lean back with a shit-eating grin and enjoy the marvelous show.

'I'm YOURS! You fucker!' She screamed in fury, challenging him to defy her very unsubmissive submission to him. Wisely, he kept quiet. 'I know what you have been doing and fuck knows I have fought it, but I'm so done with that!' her tirade continued 'You were RIGHT, ok???' she almost screeched, the sound hitting his sensitive vampiric ears causing him to wince slightly while still in awe of his Kitten-turned-Tigress who fought for her right to submit to him. He would give her as long as she needed to work through this phase. He knew she was not angry at him or his brother, rather she was furious at herself and at society as a whole for making and following the rules that had prevented her from accepting it in the first place.

From the corner of his eye he noticed a slight movement, to minuscule for a human to take notice of, yet clear as day to him. When he concentrated his vision into the darkness of the hallway outside the room he could clearly discern Elijah. His big brother was home, and had chosen to sit this one out as an observer while his Little One, Kol's Kitten, raged and hated on them both while coming to terms with her inner need. Kol had thought he sported a shit-eating grin, but the one on Elijah's faces threatened to split his features in two while he watched their own personal Valkyrie stalking butt-naked on the bed, frequently stepping right across Kol's face while spouting every swearword known to man.

This of course happened right in-between her unwilling and annoyed insurances that she belonged to the two of them and wanted nothing more than to make them happy, in any way she could. It was the absurd contrast between her actions and her, clearly heart felt, words that kept both brothers grinning like idiots and their anger at bay. Soon enough her fire burned itself out, her stalking and swearing slowed down and she fell to her knees, facing away from him but still muttering explicits. 'Fucking vampire pussies that don't even know how to handle a woman who hands herself to them on a silver platter...' He heard her muttering under her breath. If she had intended to wipe the grin off his face and make him mean business, she certainly had succeeded.

Without a word he twisted his body towards her muttering and kneeling form and placed one of his hands on her hips while the other sprawled over her back, spreading the force he used to push her upper body into the mattress wide enough to not cause any lasting damage. His rapid movements shocked her to the core, she turned completely quiet and pliant under his roughly guiding hands. Satisfied with her position, kneeling with her face and upper body pressed down and subsequently presenting her ass and her sex for his viewing and touching pleasure, he did not bother to make further conversation.

Instead he used one of his hands to take a solid hold of her upturned hips and aligned the head of his throbbing cock with her entrance. With a firm grip of his other hand around his shaft he steered his engorged head up and down her slit for a moment, wetting and lubricating himself while still not saying a word. Finding just the right place he released his shaft and placed his other hand back on her other hip. She knew what was coming and she trembled beneath him. He reveled in her lust-filled fear while also feeling quite certain that this was just what she wanted. Slowly, with the complete control of the predator that he was, he leaned over her back to whisper in her ear.

'This might hurt just a tad, sweetheart.'

That was all the warning she got, all the warning he was willing to give her. A split second later his hands on her hips tensed and his own hips snapped forward, thrusting into her with a speed and force that was just barely on the right side of lethal. The scream that escaped her lungs at his forceful intrusion felt like music to his ears. He heard her pain and he reveled in it, he heard her pleasure and he took pride in it. He had pushed many a human female along the precautionary line in the past, the difference was that this time he actually wanted her to survive the experience. With that thought he leaned forwards and wrapped his right arm around her waist, using it both to anchor her and to pull her glorious body onto his erection with every thrust, while he allowed his fangs to elongate just enough to forcefully bite down on his own left wrist, until the wound created was too deep and wide to immediately close.

On the next forceful thrust forward he used her pained yet lust-filled scream that parted her lips to thrust his bleeding wrist into her mouth. Without slowing down or relenting on the force of his thrusts he growled in her ear. 'Drink, Kitten. Drink now, or die. If you don't drink this will literally be a fuck to die for.' He chuckled under his breath as he felt her lips latch on to his wrist. His hips kept snapping forwards, forcing his cock into her heat and striking against her womb and drawing a pained, lustful wail out of his lungs with every stroke.

'I accept your surrender, Kitten.' he continued 'But if you ever talk to me like that again I will do this without feeding you blood to heal you.' Using his hands to pull her hips against hers he slammed into her with nearly full vampire force, keeping only enough control to not shatter her pelvis but trusting his blood to heal any inner damage his punishment fuck was sure to induce. Accentuating each word with a thrust hard and deep enough to bury his cock ball-deep into her heat, he spoke again while reaching his right arm around her hips to draw circles around her swollen clit in time with his words and his cock.

'Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear. Kitten?'

The coil in the pit of her belly that had been steadily building before this reacted to his demanding tone and dominant behavior by rapidly contracting and then releasing in a super nova behind her eyes. Her orgasm hit her with the power of a meteor strike and she screamed at the top of her lungs, doing her best to form coherent words. Or at least one word, the one he needed to hear.

Just as she thought she would be unable to gather her wits about her, she saw him in the corner of her eye. Turning her head as far as her position as the receiver of Kol's cock allowed, which with the power of is thrusts was not far at all, she locked eyes with Elijah. Her Master raised a single eyebrow at her, clearly awaiting her response alongside Kol. This was the final push she needed. With the last of her breath, pushed out of her lungs by a combination of the powerful climax he gave her and the even more powerful serving of his thick dick into her core she managed to half whisper and half whimper the required word.

'S- S- S- s- six, Master.'

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Footnote:
* From CH 3 - The Real Idea - Part 1