After Eldwyn's shift

Later that night, after Eldwyn finished her shift at the bar, she returned home to her room in the tavern and retrieved her bag. She hadn't touched it since the day she'd brought it home, but looking inside it now, she felt a tingle pulse through her body.

She wondered if eventually, she would have uncovered the debauchery that apparently lurked in her heart on her own. She had gone out all by herself that first night, but she'd met Lucas instead. Had he had merely encouraged her, supported her, or was his influence more compelling? Was this the path she would've gone down on her own, or was he steering her, changing her?

Did she even care? The depraved things they'd done had been delightful. She couldn't deny it, and more and more, didn't even want to. She wanted to know where this path would lead her. She felt she was learning more about herself during any day with him than during any year with her tutors.

Somewhere deep inside, she knew he wanted her pleasure as much as he wanted his own, and with a certainty so absolute that she would not have believed it possible just a few weeks ago, she knew he wouldn't harm her.

She dug inside the bag and after some deliberation, set the body stocking and elegant dress aside. She still wanted to surprise Lucas with them, but this wasn't the night for it. She left everything else in the bag. It would be his choice which of the items he'd want to use on her. She shivered in anticipation.

She changed into her summer dress. It wasn't the sexiest outfit she owned, but something told her she wouldn't be wearing it for long, anyway. She checked herself in the mirror, fixed a few displaced hairs, and then set out for Lucas' home.

When she arrived, he swung open the door. She suddenly felt drab in her boring dress, but he just smiled and swept her up into his arms. He kissed her deeply, and only put her down when they were both out of breath.

He held out his hand and Eldwyn handed over the bag to him. "Are you ready?"

Oh, yes. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

"Then kneel."

Without another word, she knelt, lowering her head.

As she waited, she heard him circling her and rummaging in the bag. She wanted to crane her neck to see what he was doing, but though he hadn't told her to, she kept her gaze on the ground.

She jumped when she suddenly felt his hands on her shoulders. He ran his hand through her hair, tilting it to one side, then lifted her chin.

She couldn't stop a sharp intake of breath as she saw what he held in his other hand: the collar. Her collar.

He fastened it around her throat and moved back to her front, looking deeply into her eyes. She looked back, without flinching, without even blinking. She was his and he knew it. Maybe he had always known it.

"Such a good girl," he whispered.

The compliment was almost a physical caress and she had to repress a moan.

He hooked a finger in the ring and lifted, forcing her to come off her haunches and stretch herself upwards. She placed a hand on his thigh to steady herself, but he swatted it away.

"Keep your hands behind your back, slut," he said, his tone sharp.

She obeyed, clasping her hands tightly. She loved his moments of harshness almost as much as those of warmth. The latter made her weak in the knees, but the former stirred something dark within her. She felt her member grow as blood rushed to engorge it. He would use her as he saw fit, and just thinking about it was turning her on.

He leaned forwards, his eyes still holding hers. "I saw the cuffs in the bag. Maybe I should use them on you?"

"As—as you wish, sir," she breathlessly replied.

"Hmm, I think not. No, not today. You're going to keep those hands right there, behind your back. Do you know why?"

"Because... because you told me to?"

"Correct." He said, smiling. "Now, follow me."

He turned on his heels and strode away, leaving her momentarily confused. Was she supposed to stand? No, she decided, he hadn't told her that. She remained on her knees, awkwardly shuffling after him. He did not slow down for her, but she saw him disappear into the kitchen just in time. When she finally joined him there, he nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right, you stay on your knees, like a good pet."

He gestured at her, drawing a long paring knife from a drawer. "Come closer. Here."

She tasted a hint of worry, her gaze flicking between his impassive eyes and the blade in his hand. What was he going to do now? However, she knew she could not resist his command and shuffled forwards. She stopped just in front of him, looking up at him.

He knelt in front of her, lifting the knife in front of her. Their eyes were locked on each others' as he moved, slowly, deliberately, while she sat frozen. Then he turned the point of the knife downwards and slipped it into the neck of her dress. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was about to do, but sat motionless, breath fast and shallow.

The knife sliced through the thin material of her dress with ease, parting it to bare her flat chest. A chill ran through her as she felt the cold air on her skin. Her tiny nipples tingled, seeming to twitch in the cool air of the kitchen and she stifled a gasp.

Lucas held the material taut with his other hand as the he drew the knife further downwards, until finally it reached the bottom hem. He brushed the two sides of the dress from her shoulders, his knuckles caressing against her skin until it dropped like a velvet puddle onto the floor behind her.

Eldwyn's heart felt as if it would beat out of her chest. Her prick had become fully erect in response to his casual destruction of her modest dress and she could feel it pulse with barely repressed desire.

"No panties?" Lucas asked rhetorically, a smirk on his lips.

He drew a fingernail from the base of her member right to the tip. She couldn't stop herself from bucking her hips at him, nor could she prevent a needy squeal from escaping her throat.

"Nnnnhh."

And yet she didn't dare ask for more.

Lucas merely chuckled at her sexual frustration. He got up once more, then reached into the bag.