Diplomacy worked last time

"Love, there's really no reason to fight. Why not just lay that harp down like a good girl? I really don't want to have to do anything terrible to your tender, luscious body."

Her eyes swim back into focus. "Never! I swear, if ya don' use that whip on me, I'll-!"

"Oh, I'll use it. Nice and slow, for as long as you want. I just..." You lean against her, letting your hard-on press against her thighs and pulling her head down far enough you could breathe into her ear, "...I don't want you to die and leave like last time." And you release her and take two steps back. "So please, won't you play naughty with me?"

The bard's legs give out. She falls to her knees, bites her lip, and moans as a tremor passes through her. Then she slumps forward and lays still, unable to move any longer. "What foul... trickery. Stalling until... your aura could... finish me," she says, gasping with need.

"It's not exactly a trick," you tell her, even as you pull the dress off her curvacious body. "I really don't want to kill you this time. And I've grown, so I'm bigger than 'fingers' now. We'll have even more fun, fun for both of us." You detach her bra and stow it in your inventory, then cup her chin in one hand. Her eyes are full of lust, but sprinkled with confusion. You lean in and give her a soft kiss, pulling back after only a breath. "I just want to know that my adorable pet is enjoying it as much as I am."

A shiver races down the bard's spine. "So you... you won't be content with... just once, demon. You would... make me your... sex ****?"

"Ooh, that does sound sexy, doesn't it? Do you want to be my sex ****? I could put a collar on you and order you to walk around naked. No, to crawl on all fours, so everyone would be able to watch your pussy dripping everywhere you went. Maybe I'll put you in a pillory in the middle of the city, then send the urchins to call everyone to come watch you cum your brains out while I whip your ass crimson."

The image alone sends the bard into another shivering climax. Her panties, the last piece of cloth on her body, turn transparent as her juices soak them better than a dip in the stream could have.

She's a submissive masochist. And your whip caused neither of them. But more importantly, she's your submissive masochist right now, and will be for as long as you keep her body captive to the pleasure you give her.