Thread: Random Short Stories *May contain triggers/graphic scenes*

I love to write. I do it a lot. But, I have no one to give me feedback. So I hope you wonderful people can help me. I appreciate any and all feedback thanks. Oh, and a lot of these little short stories just kind of start, no easing into it. Here goes... The clean crack of the whip split the silence. A phantom burn danced across the back of her own thighs in sympathy. No matter how many years passed, she'd never forget the bite of a whip... Nor the twisted pleasure... Again, Kitten, Luc growled. As always she kept her eyes cast down, but, from her peripheral vision she saw Lilith shift in her seat. Brother, dear, the twin's throaty purr. Don't you think the poor thing has learned his lesson? Oh, I'm sure he learned his lesson long ago. The Lord muttered darkly. Very well. Connor, take Dante to Ariana. She'll know how best to treat him. Lilith rose slowly and departed followed shortly by the rest of the court. Kitten released the breath she'd been holding. Slowly she turned to face Luc, risking a peek at her husband's face. Ah, pet, he cooed. He watched her from where he'd slumped into his throne. Her emerald eyes shone with the humility and pain he'd caused. He smirked and summoned her to his side with a flick of his fingers. You're so stubborn, Kitten. Why do you force me to repeat the same lessons over and over? A smirk danced across her lips as she climbed onto his lap. Ah, mi' lord, when will you accept that there's just certain parts of me you simply can't change? She nuzzled his neck. Luc chuckled softly, twirling one of her curls through his fingers. I thought angels specialize in obedience, he tugged playfully at the curl. Servitude, all those good things. It had taken almost three centuries for her to coax this side of the Dark Prince to the surface. But, after the spectacle he'd put on for the court, playful was the last of his many persona she'd expected. If obedience was my forte, I'd still have wings, she muttered softly. It irritated her a bit to hear the pain in her own voice. I suppose I should enjoy your willfulness then. A darkness crossed his eyes. Oh come off it, Lucien, Kitten sighed. Might as well get it done and over. We both know that whipping was less to do with Dante's infraction and much more to do with mine. She tilted her chin up slightly in defiance. His crimson eyes grew darker. Shall we retire then, pet? And just like that the playful persona was gone. She knew he was Master now. Slowly she stood and made her way to the playroom. Ariana pressed the cool cloth to Dante's back again. She knew it was Kitten who'd wielded the whip welts were the least of what you'd walk away from the twins with. So, what did you do this time? She asked as she dried his back. The salve she spread over the angry marks was her own concoction. Dared to smile at the Lady. He sighed, an impish grin plastered on his face. As far as punishment went, the angel was a walk in the park. Why do you insist on toying with him? Don't you know the cat eventually catches the mouse? She rolled her eyes and wiped her hands. Done. Dante stood and flexed his muscles, smirking again. I can't help it if she's the only soul in this wretched place with any kindness to her. I simply try to return the favor. He rolled his lean shoulder. 'Sides, he yawned. It was just his excuse. That was stage-one of Kitten's punishment. Though I've no idea what her infraction was... His gaze met hers pointedly before he wandered towards his quarters. She thought that over as she cleaned up. Had either of them done something to upset Lucien recently? She couldn't imagine how when she'd been gone for three weeks with Lilith. What could the Master's precious treasure have done to deserve such punishment. Ever since he'd forced Kitten to watch as he'd punished her, Luc knew he'd lost a part of her. Kitten refused to take up a whip since, and it had almost become a form of punishment itself for her. She refused to take a whip to another angel to amuse the Delphi Clan a few nights ago, a gruff voice rumbled from the shadows. Kristof. I was beginning to wonder when you'd slither back home. Aw, hope you didn't miss me too much, Ari. Ariana rolled her eyes. Oh yes, my heart ached for you every night. She turned to face the newcomer. Her heart did flutter slightly as he stepped out of the shadows. The rogue eldest brother, Kristof. Her loyalties would always belong to Lilith, but the man had an odd hold on most of the women around the estate. She knew there was no point in loving the devil, but lusting was an entirely different story. Well over six feet tall, his body had come from millennia of wars, raids and working the land and sea. The dark blue tribal markings, the same blue of his eyes, screamed canal temptation the dim light of the cool down room. She was surprised that his normally restrained hair hung freely around his shoulders. Ebony shot through with that same dark blue. Well now, seems your body certainly did, Kristof chuckled darkly. And what woman's wouldn't? She smirked. Have you seen the twins yet or have you simply been eavesdropping on peoples' thoughts again? What's the point of demonic powers if not to use them? He pressed closer to her. Tell me about this new woman my little brother brought into the family. Kitten? A fallen angel of sorts. Ariana recalled what Luc had called her. His 'perfect treasure' or something. Hmm, he muttered, those fathomless eyes pinning her with an intensity that threatened to consume. You're sweet on the angel as well. What did that cost you? Ariana refused to tell anyone what her rendezvous with Kitten cost. She let her mind go blank and was relieved when he backed off. You suspect many people here are under the illusion that they care for her. They don't view her as one of their own. She's a curiosity. For certain a kind one, but just a curiosity none the less. Her gaze swept over his face, her attention as always drawn to the scar that crossed his left eye. Most other royals with his power would have gotten rid of the flaw shortly after receiving it. But in the time she'd known him, he'd never once hid or gotten rid of any scars. Not that he had many. Vanity was one trait he didn't share with his younger siblings. 'Badges of Honor' he'd called them once. Even in a place as timeless as Hell, Kristof had been born at the wrong time. So, what makes you think you're any different than the rest? He whispered, his breath hot and tempting on her ear. Ari bit her lower lip and looked down. I know her, actually know her. She sighed softly. She's rather amazing. With what he'd seen through his years he thought he was beyond shock. You were her trainer? He sifted through her thoughts, hearing bits of remembered conversations, watching as Ari's feelings went from sympathy and pity, to amusement and compassion, to finally love, anger and betrayal. She took his offer over yours, he concluded. Ari shoved him away. She loves me... she hissed, her gaze sweeping the room for more unwanted guests before returning to him. She just has some crazy idea that she's indebted to him. That he saved her life. Kristof eyed her skeptically. It wasn't like the siren to be so easily taken by someone. But, he wasn't sure she really felt what she thought she did either. He snorted as her thoughts pushed into his head. Power hungry is the last thing I'd assume about one of Gabe's warriors. Fallen or not. His thumb stroked his lower lip as he thought. He cast a bone melting smile in her direction. Get some rest, Ari. I'm sure Lil's wondering where you've gotten to. He headed towards Luc's private playroom. I'll be sure to fetch you if she needs tending. Kitten struggled against her restraints, all of her training had escaped her memory. When Luc had blindfolded her, she'd felt her pulse quicken. When he'd placed the gag on her, she'd realized how thoroughly pissed he was. And a few hours later, she was nearing the end of her tolerance. She screamed against the gag as the cattails came down on her back again. She screamed again, though she couldn't actually tell if it was in response or anticipation. A whimper escaped her lips as her head was yanked back and his silky purr was against her ear. Are you ready to apologize for your deliberate disobedience? She nodded her head as much as his grip would allow. She shuddered with exhaustion but tried to hold still as he removed the gag. I'm sorry I couldn't obey you, Sire she moaned. His excitement at her pain was all too evident as he pressed his hips into her freshly tormented ass. Her cry of protest turned to one of pleasure as his fingers suddenly invaded her wetness. The other hand wrapped around her neck in warning. Couldn't, pet? Or wouldn't? Couldn't, Lucien, she whispered, her chin tilting up ever so slightly in defiance. Nor will I ever. The only thing I love more than your will, he growled, his hand around her neck tightened. As if he was testing her. The other pressed against her thigh. Is trying to break it. Spread 'em slut. She complied, moaning loudly as his fingers invaded again, thrusting harder. Please, she whispered. You should have enjoyed it Kitten. They all think they're better than you, Lucien bit the back of her neck. She moaned again at the familiar sensation of pain and pleasure uniting pushed her towards climax. They think of you as nothing more than a toy of a demon. A harlot belonging to the enemy. They all know. Kitten refused to cry, though she'd never been subjected to such cruel treatment from Lucien. She would never allow him to take that from her. She had willingly shed much of her former self for him but that was one thing she couldn't let go. He chuckled darkly against her ear. Such, he ordered as he stuffed his fingers into her mouth. She moaned loudly as her own scent and flavor flooded her senses. She sucked on his fingers eagerly. And they'd be right Kitten. Just look at what an eager little slut you've become. So willing and eager to subjugate yourself to please a demon. He grabbed her hips, grinding against her ass. He was so hard and she moaned again, grinding against him in return. The riding crop he suddenly had shocked her as it bit into the soft flesh of her thighs. The second strike was harder and tore a scream from her lips. I'm afraid you've forgotten your first lesson, pet. Who's in charge? He punctuated the question with strikes on her thighs. You are, Sire, she screamed, pulling against the bindings again. Who do you belong to, Kitten? You, Sire. And who did you vow to honor and obey? She screamed again. Please, Lucien, no more, she begged. Stars burst across the back of the blindfold. It took her a few moments to realize he'd back handed her. She tried to brace herself for the next blow, but it never came. A soft rap at the door distracted Lucien. Kitten felt vulnerable and alone as Lucien's warmth faded. With the blindfold still in place she had no idea where he was or what was going to happen.