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With swift movements, I unbutton the tight shirt, noting her arching up into my movements. With a chuckle, I rip open the remaining fabric, sending buttons cascading around the dungeon. The little plinks and pings bring a smile to my lips. Staring down at my prize, I note her plain bra and frown. Too sensible for what I have in mind.

I slide my hands under her back and clutch her to me, trying desperately to ignore the heat of her body or just how perfectly she nestles into me. My cock, however, lurches forward, desperate to bury itself in her warmth. With a growl, I pluck at the back of her bra, nearly ripping it from her body.

Easing her back down, I tear the offending fabric from her body and cast it down to the floor. Instantly, her nipples pebble from the cool air swirling about us. Fully clothed, I barely feel a thing, but her small form shivers a bit as she lays there.

A small whimper escapes her throat, and her brows furrow together. What is she dreaming about? My fingers twitch at my side as I keep them still. I can’t start our little foray by showing any sort of mercy. Instead, I zero in on her nipples, licking my lips as they harden even more.

The scent of her skin calls to me like nothing ever had before. Not even the actual Angelica smelled this good. Leaning closer, I close my eyes and snake out my tongue. Just a little taste. That's all I need to soothe this raging in my brain. That's all I need.

My tongue brushes over the taut peak, and she squirms a bit more, the most wanton sounds pouring out of her mouth. With a grin, I close my lips around her, sucking in deeply. She gasps and lurches up closer to my mouth, her body just begging me to take her in deeper. I glance up at her face, just to reassure me that she's still knocked out. Her eyelids flutter about, but that's the only movement I can see. Perfect.

Reaching up, I slide the pads of my fingertips across her other nipple and pluck at it a few times before switching my mouth over. Fathers but she's addictive. I thought just a taste would satisfy me; however, it's becoming quite clear that I won't be satisfied until I consume all of her.

The need grows the longer I lave at her skin, fill my nostrils with her scent. With both hands, I grab her breasts and knead the tender flesh, scrutinizing every reaction. Her full lips tremble as her body writhes under my touch. Thinking back, none of my other...guests...have been nearly that responsive.

I can't wait to see how her body reacts to her punishment. Would she still quiver under me with pleasure, or would the pain be too much? I stare down at her, my heart thumping a violent staccato. The need to make her submit to me overriding all rational thought. I need this from her. I need this do over, this absolution. This time, I'll be the one to cast her aside, and not the other way around.

Rage fills my body as I stare down at Caitlin. My fingers curl into a firm grasp as I grip her soft flesh. Her pants of pleasure turn into mewls of discomfort, but I don't care. She has no choice but to bend to my will, bend to my punishment.

This is, after all, why she's here. She's not in my dudgeon for pets and kisses. She's here to learn the errors of her ways and in the process atone for that bitch that she has the misfortune of looking like.

Letting go of one breast, I slide a finger down her cheek, her pain expression clearing almost instantly. If only she didn't look like her. Maybe then I could treat her like a normal prisoner: just punish her and send her on with her life. But no. She will pay for Angelica's sins. She doesn't know it yet, but she will be the key to my absolution.

I let go of her other breast and ease my fingers down to the clasp at her pants. Making quick work of her buttons and zipper, I grip the edges and slowly peel the material down, taunting myself with slow movements and small glimpses of her skin.

She's so pale she fairly glows in the light of the candles. My own personal Christmas fae. With a smirk, I note the no-nonsense, cotton panties. This fae is far too uptight for the naughty things I plan to do to her. My cock swells at the thought of crashing through her neat and tidy walls. Is she a screamer, I wonder? No matter, I can make her scream well enough.

With a firm yank, I bring the pants down around her ankles and pause to remove her shoes and socks before easing the fabric to the floor. Now, all that remains is her underwear. Licking my lips, I stare at the play of flames on her nearly naked skin. A bead of precum wells up to my head before it smears against my stomach.

Groaning, I reach over and pluck up a pillar and bring it over. I hold my breath and just watch her for a moment. Her body is still, tight, poised. Even unconscious, she's primed. Tilting my head, I scent the air. Her smell of arousal permeates the room, and my cock pulses hard against me, demanding I take the little troublemaker hard and fast: just like she deserves.

Keeping a close eye on her, I tip the candle forward, just a little. Enough that a small splash of the hot wax escapes its prison and lands just above her belly button. Caitlin's body tenses, and she squeaks out in discomfort. Chuckling, I tip the candle again, reveling in the small squirms and breathless gaps. Enough. I put the candle down next to us and lean forward to brush my nose against her inner thigh, bringing it up her leg until I'm at her apex. I breathe deep, like a druggie doing lines. I need to distance myself before I fall in too deep.

With a growl, I extend a fingernail and scrape it against the horrid fabric separating me from my prize. The sound of fabric ripping is the only sound filling our tiny world. In agonizing increments, the fibers separate all the way down the front until her mound is in view. The smell of her arousal thickens and my mouth waters in response.

Leaning to the side, I swipe up to cleave the band in two and shift to the other side to do the same. Satisfied, I ease my hands in between her legs and spread her thighs, just enough to dislodge the fabric from her body. Finally, my prisoner is ready.

I lick my lips as I stare at the glistening arousal in between her thighs. It astounds me that mortals can get so turned on by the simplest of things. With a smirk, I lean down again, fully prepared to feast upon my human.

"Master!"

Fuck. I freeze, my lips a hairs breath away from my goal. Her scent consumes me, enters every pore. Every ounce of me is poised to pounce upon her. "

“What are you doing here Fredrick? You have the week off. You should be somewhere warm and tropical."

My eyes track his movements as he makes his way fully into my dungeon. Each step is slow and calculated, his eyes pinned on me. Curling my lips back, I give him a silent growl in warning. I don't want him this close to my woman.

Shaking my head, I dispel that quiet voice whispering insidious things into my brain. She isn't mine, nor will she ever be. I want nothing to do with her after I extract my punishment and vengeance. However, like a whisper in a howling wind, the small voice pecks at my brain, demanding I claim her and keep her forever.

"I felt the shift, Master. I felt you might need me." He takes a few more steps closer.

Every ounce of me screams at me, filling my brain with a loud, incessant racket. Get away! Get away! On and on it chants, growing louder the closer he's getting.

"Back off Fredrick. You don't want to come any closer."

"But I need to Master." He holds out his wrinkling hands in obeisance, his cloudy, blue eyes staring at me imploringly. "Please. I just want to help you prepare her for punishment. Nothing more."

"She's mine!" I snap, the voice unrecognizable to even myself. What the hell is happening?