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I lower my head to hers and feast on her mouth, my tongue lapping at the seam, demanding entrance. With a sigh, her lips part and I dive right in. The peppermint from her bender still lingers a bit, and I make the decision right then and there that she will have peppermints with every meal. The spiciness combined with her natural flavor is maddening, and I can't get enough.

Wrenching away, I step back and let us both breathe. She gulps in air like she's suffocating. I only give her a moment of reprieve before I slide the cool, metal links over her shoulder and between her breasts. Her moans are soft and plaintive, shooting straight to my cock. I stir again as she shifts about, trying to escape the hard metal on her sensitive skin. When the last link is free and dangling against the floor, I pick up a length and hold it in both hands.

"If you so much as shift your feet while I'm playing with you, you will not only be punished, but not allowed to come at all. Do not test me on this. I will drive you to the brink over and over again, until you're sobbing and begging, but I won't let you tip over. Are we clear?" Like hell am I going to let her best me again.

She bobs her head for a moment, swallows, then murmurs, "Yes Sir," as an afterthought. I'll have to break her of that. I shake my head a moment. There's no time to truly train her. Best to let it pass for now. The unmistakable spike in her arousal draws my balls up and sends a tingle down my spine. She's practically dripping at this point.

I want nothing more than to bend down and feast upon what's so generously offered, but she doesn't deserve that. And thus, punishing her is becoming agony to me. I nudge her feet apart. Already she's on her tiptoes. I see the strain in her body, the effort it's taking to hold herself up. Every major limb trembles.

Passing my hand around behind her thigh, I regrip the chain in both hands and ease it up to her pussy. The cold against her heated skin makes her squirm and gasp, but she keeps her feet as still as she can. I use her arousal to my advantage and glide the links through her slit, ensuring that each bump skims across her clit. Her frantic moans are music to my ears. I pick up the pace, watching her intently.

Her legs shake with effort. Despite the coolness of my dungeon, dots of sweat line her body and roll down. I lean forward and lick up a salty trail, ending just where her hip meets her mound. Shifting over, I breathe out against her clit. I'm unable to help myself. I allow just one swipe of my tongue. I pull away the metal and bury my face at the juncture of her thighs. No sense in denying myself.

One swipe. That's all I intend to do. However, the moment my tongue touches her so intimately, I know I'm lost. The flavor of her essence explodes onto my tongue and covers my lips and nose. I lift her foot and place it on my shoulder, allowing me better access. Her cries reach a fevered pitch as she thrashes about in the restraints. I don't care. Let her fight me. My beast will feast on her body and not stop until it's satisfied. I clamp a hand to her ankle to anchor her into place.

With my other hand, I skim up her thigh and grab her ass cheek. It feels so good to have my hands on her. I don't know why I ever resisted. My beast, finally soothed for a moment, nearly purrs in agreement. Back and forth, I lash her clit with my tongue. I ignore her cries and pleas. This isn't about her. She can come for all I care. This is about me and taking what's mine.

Growling, I place my lips over her clit and suck in. Her hips start bucking against me at a frantic pace before her whole body seizes up. Moans spill from her lips as her orgasm washes over her body. I remove my hand from her ass and shove two fingers inside her channel and pump in and out furiously. If she's going to orgasm, then she's going to give me every ounce of her.

Her body is tight around my digits, squeezing and releasing in hard, rhythmic pulses. My shaft aches and weeps precum. I want to be inside her so badly. Gritting my teeth, I keep thrusting, bringing her over the edge of yet another orgasm. It spills over her and she grips my fingers so hard I can barely move. As her body relaxes, I start pumping some more while I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue.

"No more," she moans, her body slumping down.

"You're not done until I say." I nip at her clit, delighting in the small yelp as she pulls her hips away. I keep my fingers firmly planted inside her but take my other hand from her ankle and grab her ass, dragging her back to my face. I alternate licking and nipping, fully concentrating on my task to make her orgasm again. I ignore the warbled pleas and tears flowing down her face. She drove me to this, then by The Fathers she will come for me. It doesn't take long for her third orgasm to steamroll through her body. I pull my face away to look up at her. Her entire body sags forward, her weight on me and her arms. Frowning, I ease my fingers out from inside her and lower her foot to the ground.

Dark circles that weren't there before darken her eyes. Every ounce of her reeks of exhaustion. This just won't do. Grabbing the chain in a firm grip, I undo one wrist and then the other before catching her into my arms as she collapses off of the table. I gather her up like a child and walk her over to my spanking bench. Her soft moans and whimpers as I place her in the kneeling position tug at my heart just a touch. But I still have to punish her. That's the only reason she is here.

Caitlin turns her head against the soft leather and closes her eyes. I stand there and wait until her breathing evens out. I'll let her get some rest. Besides, I need to get my head on straight before the real work commences. With quick movements, I chain up her wrists and ankles, keeping her in place until I can get back. I walk over to the wall and switch on the camera before heading back up the steps and into my kitchen.

Fredrick stands over by the sink, his movements jerky and angry as he washes the dishes. The moment I'm close enough, he spears me with a glare.

"What's got your tinsel in a twist?"

He puts down the plate and sighs before turning to fully face me. "You're not at all acting like the Krampus I know and serve. You would never stoop to doing anything to an unconscious woman, let alone make me leave the room while you prep her."

I turn to the wall near the door and click a few buttons, revealing a monitor. Caitlin is still just where I left her, ass up and drooling. My cock thumps painfully as I close my mouth to savor her taste. He's right though. None of this is like me. Shaking my head, I make my way over to the fridge and pull out a protein drink. I refuse to acknowledge Fredrick's foot tapping, and instead gulp down the liquid like it's life.

"It's getting worse, isn't it?"

I glare at him but remain silent.

"It's been near a century. Don't you think it's time to claim a mate?"

Snorting, I toss my empty bottle into the trash and walk over to the side stairwell that leads to my room.

"Asmon."

The tone stops me. Fredrick never speaks to me like that until it's a dire circumstance. "Please. I'm begging you. Don't end up like him."

I look over my shoulder and weigh my words. I want to tear him limb from limb. My arms shake with the need to lash out and punch him, but I remain still. He's not saying anything I haven't already thought, but it's still a stick in the craw to hear it from him.

"I'll never be like that monster. You know me better than that, Fredrick."

"I thought I did, Master. I genuinely thought I did."

His words are so soft, he must have meant for me not to hear them. But I do. And the pain of them lances through my heart. I turn and trudge up the stairs, determined to put him and his words behind me. Walking through my room, I bypass the bed. There's no time for sleep right now. Instead, I walk further into it and go into the bathroom. The massive shower invites me in, and I groan in anticipation. I touch a few of the tiles in a specific sequence and pull up the feed from my dungeon. Caitlin is still out cold.

With a grimace, I turn on the water and wait for it to get scalding before turning on the shower spray. The hot water pelts at my muscles loosening some of the tension. I roll my head around, grunting at the popping and stretching. My brain churns as I soap down. My eyes remain glued to the screen, keeping a close eye on my human. The beast claws at my brain, demanding I remove her from her shackles and claim her. I grip the soap in my hand and pound my fist against the stone tile. Will I never be free?