A/N: More non-con ahead…some bondage too.
"Rose, Rose, Rose," he whispered. He'd been standing there, looking over her body, for a few moments. Dragus appeared to be weighing his options. "You know, I never got to accomplish what I set out to do so many years ago. I grew so bored with you after a while, but I think that, maybe, enough time has passed that things will go much easier now. You do remember how this works, right?" he asked her, stepping forward. Rose narrowed her eyes at him. "Hmm. Perhaps, I'll have to remind you," he mumbled, turning to a nearby table, which Rosalina hadn't noticed before.
She didn't need to guess what he was doing; memories came flooding back and she took a calming breath. She was older now, stronger; it would take a lot longer to get her to submit to this bastard. If she could just hold out for as long as she could, surely someone would come for her: Sebastian or Johannes…somebody.
Dragus returned to her side, holding the cat 'o nine tails in his hand, and drug the end down between her breasts, stopping just below the V between her legs. "Now, what do you say?" he asked, adjusting his grip on the handle. When she remained silent, he cracked it in the air next to her. "Rose, I will break you eventually. Why fight? I've done it before and I'll do it again. We demons have all the time in the world." He popped the cat over his palm a few times. "What. Do. You. Say." She gritted her teeth when the tails slapped across her stomach, the burning sting let her know there must've been nine reddening lines forming.
The demon smiled at her resistance. She had gotten stronger; he'd expected that. He thoroughly enjoyed watching her resolve weaken and he would find great pleasure in breaking her down so far. Every snap the cat made seemed to deafen her, causing her to blink each time. He would ask her again, then again, and again. Rosalina still remained silent.
Her stomach was now covered in red welts. He sighed and walked back over to the table, returning with another shackle and chain. Dragus bent down and locked it around her ankle; tossing the chain perfectly over the rafter above, he pulled. Rose's leg was lifted from the ground and pulled tightly in front of her.
She'd gotten used to his whips over the years, learned to control her response to them. Gradually, it took longer and longer periods of time to get her to respond the way he wanted her to. Rose remembered the first time, how quickly she had become wet, finding pleasure amidst the pain.
For the rest of the week, Rose felt repulsed by herself. Paranoia had taken over and she felt that everyone knew about what he'd done to her that day in his office. He hadn't touched her since then, but he would sometimes catch her eye in class, letting her know that it wasn't over.
Now, she found herself in his office once more, her heart beating faster. Dragus opened the door on the other side of the room. "Come," he said, ordering her to follow him. Another dark hallway led her into a larger room. She noticed a bed and swallowed hard. "Strip and stand here," he pointed to an empty spot opposite the bed. There were a few chains hanging from above.
Fearing the consequence, she complied, unbuttoning her jacket and shirt, slipping the tie from her neck, and pulling off her pants. She folded them neatly in a pile on the floor and, covering what parts of her body that she could, she walked over to the spot. The demon pulled her arms away, shackling them and attaching them to the chains above. He stepped in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest.
It was embarrassing, being strung up and open for him to see. He did see, looking over every inch of her. If only she was older, stronger, then, she could fight him or at least try to. The only thing that she knew she could do was to never give him the satisfaction he sought.
Dragus turned and took something from the table by the wall. When he faced her once more, she saw, in his hand, a leather riding crop. "I'll go easy on you this first time as long as you are obedient," he popped it against his palm. "Rose, what do you call me?" he asked calmly. She looked to the floor, refusing to answer. The demon started to pace around her. "I know you remember." He stopped behind her. "Let me remind you. You will address me as 'Master.' Is that understood?"
If he could see her face, he'd see that she narrowed her eyes in defiance. However, the look she gave him was replaced with a wince as she felt the leather crop slap against the small of her back. The sting had only startled her; it wasn't very painful. Honestly, it confused her. She knew that he could hit her harder, cause her more pain. What exactly did he want to accomplish only hitting her like this?
The next time was a tad harder and a tad bit lower than the first. "Rose," he warned. There was still only silence. The tiniest of gasps came with the third hit, which landed right across her backside.
Rosalina hadn't gasped from the pain; no, in fact, it had the opposite effect. The initial sting had turned into a dull burn, which she felt, not only in that spot, but also in the very depths of her middle. It was then that she realized what he was planning. He hit again, staying close to that spot. She bit her lip to keep from gasping and she felt her nipples harden slightly.
"Do you feel it yet?" he asked, walking in front of her. "Does it anger you that your body betrays you?" Dragus's gaze lowered to her chest, noticing her response. The corner of his mouth twitched. "Hmm. I didn't think I'd need them this soon, but," he began as he went over to the table, "I guess you're enjoying it more than I expected."
She watched him closely when he returned, holding two tiny objects in his hand. When he reached toward her, she flinched. His fingers pinched a hold onto one nipple, squeezing hard. Rose squinted her eyes shut and held back what she could of the tiny whimper. As she opened them again, she saw him clamp a small metal clip onto her hardened nipple. The whimper she'd held back before came louder, causing him to smirk before he clamped the other on.
Before he took up the crop again, he flicked the clips a few times, pulling them occasionally. Rose's breathing began to quicken and she swallowed hard, trying to contain the feelings that were rising up within her. Disgust mingled with the pleasure, anger with the pain, and there was a hint of sadness overtaking her.
"Will you address me properly? Or shall I continue?" he asked, smiling. Dragus had given her the worst ultimatum. She had a choice. She could either submit to this demon and name him her master or she could continue to try and fight, knowing her body would only betray her more. Which was the lesser of two evils?
Rose bit the inside of her cheek and clenched her fists. She weighed her options. She glanced up at the demon with hate filling her eyes. When she spit at his feet, the crop made contact with her cheek. Another series of blows came across her chest and she gasped at every sting. When the initial sting began to wear down and the burn took its place, she could feel herself getting hot as well.
"I figured that you were enjoying this too much," he teased, tapping the clips with the crop. The metal pinching her nipples had started to hurt, but with every move, it made that cluster of nerves below throb. Rosalina hated the fact that he was getting this reaction from her. She closed her eyes, trying to block everything out, but it was nearly impossible with the leather sliding across her skin as the demon walked around her. He chuckled softly.
Hearing footsteps again, she opened her eyes and glanced to where he stood, at the table with another shackle in his hands. She tried kicking his hand away when he leaned down to grab her ankle, but to no avail. Her leg was strung up along with her arms, now, leaving her open to him.
"Just as I thought," he said, tapping the crop against the lips of her pussy. "You are enjoying this." With two fingers, he parted her and popped the crop against her clit. Dragus's smile widened when he heard that whimper grow louder. He wanted more; so, he popped her thrice more, harder each time, until that whimper grew to a small open-mouthed cry. "That's better," he said to himself, taking his two fingers and rubbing her swollen clit.
Behind her now, he pressed himself against her. He laced his arm around her hips to bring her closer to his hardening member. She felt his breath against her cheek. Rose held her breath as his hand reached lower. Those same two fingers delved into her wet heat.
"You're a demon, Rose. Your body wants this," he thrust his fingers deep, lubricating them with her juices. Pulling them out, he began fingering circles around her bud. Rose let out the breath she'd been holding. "Give in, submit to me, and I'll give you all the pleasure you could want," he whispered. The demon hit a sensitive spot, causing her to flinch.
Rosalina's breathing had gotten shallower as time passed. Dragus continued his ministrations and had raised his other hand to pull at the metal clamps. She gasped as they pulled and pinched her sensitive skin. Biting her lip, she tried to concentrate on something other than what was happening. She was beginning to feel truly weak; her body just couldn't take it anymore. Fighting seemed to be in vain. Her leg began to tremble as her climax drew nearer.
Dragus could tell that she was getting close. He brought her right to the very edge and stopped suddenly, pulling both hands and himself away from her. Walking into her line of sight, he stared into her glowing red eyes and smiled slyly. "By not submitting, you're only punishing yourself, you know."
It was hard for her gaze to not go directly to the protrusion in his pants. The demon inside of her wanted him so badly, to fuck her relentlessly. However, she would not let herself sink so low as to call this demon her master!
"I could go on all night, Rose. I may want to fuck that tight little pussy of yours, too, but I can hold off. You see, there's a big different between you and I. I am older and stronger and you are weak!"
A/N: What do you think is going to happen when Sebastian finds out? O_O
