Cruel
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody, though I wish I owned Dorian or that he owned me. Hehehe
Warning: Sex and discipline
Summary: Dorian gives Dawn what she wants. Set after Once More with Feeling but before Tabulah Rasa. Lyrics from Tori Amos' song Cruel.
Cruel
Dorian locked the door. Dawn looked around the room. It was a big and cold. Manacles hung from the ceiling, whips hung from the walls and canes were lying on table. Dawn shuddered. She wanted this so bad.
Dorian smiled wickedly to himself. He couldn't wait to begin.
"Dawn, what do you want me to do?" he asked, twirling one of her brown locks around his finger.
She loved the way his breath felt against her skin. She wanted him to do naughty things to her. She didn't answer him and that got him a little mad. He smacked her ass.
"I expect you to answer me," he said.
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry," she stammered.
"So, you've played this game before?"
"Yes. With this vampire, Spike."
"Well, I'm no vampire and I take my part very seriously, understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"And don't call me sir. I hate that. Master will do."
"Yes, master."
He stroked her hair. She relaxed a little.
"Dawn, do you want me to punish you?"
"Yes."
"How?" he asked.
She started to open her mouth but shut it quickly.
"You can tell me. You don't have to be embarrassed."
"It's just hard…"
He sat down on his bed and pulled her in his lap.
"I know it's hard to admit your fantasies, but you have to tell me what you want," he purred into her ear.
Dawn took a deep breath.
"You already know what I want," she said.
He undressed her. Her skin gleamed like silk. He touched her all over. She looked like a young goddess. True, he did like breasts bigger. Though she was taut and youthful.
He tied her hands behind her back. She struggled a bit, they always did. He lied her face down on the bed and gagged her. He picked up a riding crop and smacked her lovely white ass with it. Dawn bit down on her gag to keep from screaming.
He struck her a ten more times, admiring the lovely red stripes on her pale skin. She was sobbing now. He could smell how much she was enjoying this. He untied her, but left the gag on. He undressed himself and climbed on top of her.
The sheets on the bed irritated her skin. She gasped in pain as he plunged into her. He was her first. He took off the gag when he was done and helped her with her clothes.
"Thank you," she said.
"Your welcome," he replied.
He walked her to the door.
"Can I come back?" she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Anytime. I would really like to meet this sister of yours."
"Ummm, maybe sometime later on."
"Good."
She leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she turned and walked away.
Dorian smiled wickedly to himself. He had gotten a satisfaction from being her first. He had corrupted the slayer's little sister.
I can be cruel. I don't know why. I don't why. I don't know why.
