Compact, vibrating, discreet. A classic.

“WELL, given how wet you already are …” she sighs, palming something you can’t make out from the wall, “this feels like a good starter.” You watch Elspeth walk back over to you, then reach down underneath your legs. A metallic cranking noise accompanies the bar splitting, smoothly spreading your legs as the rig becomes five-pointed. Staying down, she slides forward, her free hand running up one of your thighs. You breathe out slowly, savoring the tension until you can feel her tongue gently trace your pussy. It’s nearly impossible to move in the restraints as she carefully teases your wet lips, not slipping her tongue inside as you squirm, tugging uselessly at the straps. While your attachment to shadow and darkness could probably free you, the idea of using it is unthinkable while she’s playing with you. You’re just thankful the straps seem to be insanely durable, even your raw physical power not making them budge.

“God, Elspeth!” you pant, silently begging her to keep going. As if she can hear you, you open your mouth in a silent, appreciative scream as she finds your clit and lightly bats her tongue over it. With a small buzzing, you can feel something vibrating, teasing your vagina before her slender fingers push the egg-shaped device inside you. In concert with her oral efforts, the thrumming inside you makes you let out a single, quick scream, intensity building just as fast. As you pull at the rig, her tongue retreats back to her mouth with a single, merciless flick over your clit. She stands.

“A little too early, don’t you think?” she asks, drawing her fingers that just pushed inside you against her lips. “That little thing should keep you from forgetting what’s happening, but I don’t imagine you can cum from it alone. The setting’s pretty low. You’ll just feel it … eating away at you … taunting you …” You groan in desperation. “That’s not a problem, is it, Jaq?” You shake your head back and forth rapidly, not wanting to risk ending this.

She leans over you, kissing your stomach, then making her way up your body. She kisses around your breasts, then the slightest bit on them. Just before she can reach your nipples, your eyes closed and back arched as best it can, she pulls back, returning to the wall.

“Is there … anything …. I should be doing … for you?” you pant as you recover while she makes her choices. On the one hand, this is fucking ****. On the other, this is FUCKING ****. Like the music when you danced for her, your worries are put on pause to concern yourself only with your best utility for someone in total control of your body.

“You should probably tell me your safeword. Or we can use mine,” she muses, running her hands over a few things, stopping to take in the feel of a few of them. “Oh, and if you like being called names or not.” She looks back at you, smiling. “Personally, I love it.”

“Um, we can use yours, I don’t … I don’t have a safeword,” you answer as she picks something up and looks it over intently. “And I don’t know, I’ve only done that once … we can, though? I want to find out!” The last sentence in breathy with excitement as she spins back around.

“I prefer ‘rowan,’ if you need me to stop,” she explains as she straddles you. “REALLY thought you’d want to know that in general … but especially before this.” Holding up her hands, she pulls a rope between them. It’s soft, silk, and while you wonder what the hell that’s even for considering how secured you are, she shortly answers your question as silently as you asked.

Far more swiftly than you’d expect, then loops the silk rope around your tits, then pulls. You squeal, the action just a little uncomfortable, but a bolt of excitement holds you back from telling her to stop. With a level of skill that tells you this is far from the first time she’s done this, Elspeth spins a loop inside the one she’s already formed, moves it behind the cross, and carefully knots it after pulling it around your shoulders. Tied even firmer to the rig, you now also have your breasts bound in one, large loop, then two small ones around each. It occurs to you as you pant heavily, adjusting to the constant, subtle strain, how long it’s been since you’ve gotten to do anything REALLY rough with anyone in the bedroom.

“That almost hurts!” you gasp. Elspeth looms over you, then kisses you hard, pushing her body against yours. When she leans up, she jerks up the sheer bra, leaving just a line of it around her shoulders and the sleeves gracing her arms while you finally have an unobstructed view of her breasts, heaving gently as she regards you. You purse your lips, stopping your fangs from dropping as you imagine sinking your teeth into them, what she might taste like.

“That’s a complaint, slut?” she asks, imperiously looming over you. You feel a tingle at the word “slut.” It sounds so dirty … not that you’re complaining. You can hear Andy saying the same thing, the same kind of excitement bursting inside you as it had then. ‘Not a fluke, then …’ you think, wondering what it says about you that it turns you on.

“No,” you respond quietly, then groan when one her hands dances up your stomach, chest, then swiftly pinches one of your nipples.

“No …?”

“No, ma’am,” you finish, her fingertips teasing your now-incredibly-sensitive tits as she waits to hear what she’s looking for. She gives you a single, approving nod, then leans back down. You put as much effort as you can into pushing up when her lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking on it slowly. The buzzing inside you smashes together with it horrendously, a dramatic increase in pleasure and sensation that, nonetheless, still strictly informs you it’s not enough to finish from. Your legs strain, cunt clenching to make sure you don’t accidentally push the vibrator out. You can’t imagine Elspeth would approve of that … though you’re still a bit curious as to what the punishment for it might be.

“You’re catching on pretty fast!” she tells you, catching her breath shortly before moving to your other breast. You moan loudly this time, fingers clenching so hard in your palms that you wouldn’t be shocked for them to break skin. You finish the noise with a small squeal as she bites your nipple on her way back, kissing up your neck, then pressing your lips together again as she pushes her hips down to yours. “I knew I was making a good choice with you, Jaq,” she tells you, her tone smooth and kind. “See, you helped Nick, so I knew you were good. Then I saw you … so I knew you were bad. Did you know that, dead girl?”

“I try to be good!” you push out between groans as her hands tease your bound-up chest. “Mm, it’s so fucking hard sometimes, but I try really hard, Elspeth, I swear I do!”

“That’s not an answer.” Her fingers press down all at once, her pretty, manicured nails pushing into your swollen tits.

“I did!” you scream. “God, I did, I always want to be bad, Elspeth! It’s so hard to just behave when I have this hungry, violent, horny little whore in me, pushing and pushing, and it just all sounds so good! Fuck, I’m bad, I’m so fucking bad!”

“Embrace it,” she whispers, sitting back up. One of her hands slips into her panties, the other between you and her, then into you and up against your clit as you lose sight of it. “I’m bad, too, Jaq. And you know I’m good.” She punctuates the statement with a swift, precise circle of your clit, making you buck and groan beneath her. “But just ‘good,’ girls don’t get tied to crosses. They don’t make assholes hand them money with just words and a glance. And they don’t get to cum as hard as I’m going to make you.” Your clit throbs as she harries it, muscles contracting as you speed towards orgasm. “Do you think you’re ready, Jaq? Come on … don’t you want to be bad?”

“YES!” you moan, legs buckling. She doesn’t slow down, but your body jerks and strains, so close, so fucking goddamn close. “I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll be as bad as you want, please just use me and hurt me and don’t fucking stop, please please please!” As you repeat the words, your voice cuts off into a shriek as you start to cum, bursting down your thighs, splashing up against Elspeth’s underwear as your eyes slam tightly shut. Her fingers prod and taunt you, edging you on to the cusp of another … before you feel her fingers dip, slide inside you, and the buzzing stops. Suddenly denied stimulation, you hear yourself let out a needful whine, the one climax not nearly enough for your ravenous body.

“Good!” she peps with a wide grin. “Just checking.” She stands, slipping off her panties, but leaving the leggings on. You notice as she casually tosses them aside that they’re soaked, and not just from you. Not only did she just orgasm almost entirely from dominating you, you were so tied up in it that you didn’t notice.

“What’s … that for?” you pant as she retrieves a knife. You know you SHOULD be scared, but you aren’t.

“Oh, this?” She affects her best innocent tone of voice. “It just came to me, you know, I’ve been being a real mean dom to you. I said I’d satisfy all your hungers. But I haven’t even TOUCHED one of them!”

“I almost popped my fangs when your top came up, so I wouldn’t say that!” you admit, grinning.

“You absolute whore!” she gasps, walking over to you. She lifts her right hand up above you, then delicately dances the blade of the knife over its palm. “But I’m pretty sure this might do a better job of that.” As she says it, she jerks back, gritting her teeth, but otherwise unconcerned with the gash you can tell she just opened. Your gasp watching her, unable to stop your fangs from appearing this time. Even with all the sensations of life making you ache and strain and pant and beg, the scent of blood still cuts right to you without any difficulty.

“Please …” you moan without her asking, eyes on the blood-stained knife. She lowers it near your mouth, a droplet forming on the tip before she purposefully lets it drips over your chest, out of reach of your mouth.

“What’s that?” she asks nonchalantly, waving it in lazy arcs above you.

“Please let me taste you, ma’am.” You can tell this is a “ma’am,” kind of request. “I don’t … I don’t deserve it.”

“Well, yes, we did already cover you’re a bad girl …”

“I know, but I need it. Please, just a little, it smells so good.”

“I don’t know. Doesn’t a bad girl deserved to be punished?” Another drop falls, flicked back on to your stomach, away from your mouth.

“Yes,” you answer softly, eyes pleading up at her.

“Good. It’s important to know your place and what you deserve,” she taunts you, but with a hint of approval in her tone. “Especially so you know how generous I’m being here …” She lets the next drop fall on your tongue, and your eyes roll back. She wasn’t kidding. You still don’t know if she’s up to Eva’s par … but you suspect adjacent. Eva is intensely refreshing, like nothing you’ve ever tasted. Elspeth is … torment. Delightful, exquisite torment. You can’t put a human flavor to it, you just know you need more.

‘Take a walk with me,’ the voice in your head whispers through the burning, screaming desire. And this time … you agree.