Crossroads RP

Nathaniel blinks. "Thank you, mistress."

"In fact," she nearly hummed. "I think I'm pleased enough that you're going to get your little wish." There's no hint of it in her voice, yet Nathaniel could feel the jaws of a trap closing around him.

"Right," Andreas answered instantly, the fur on the back of his neck raised slightly. That sounded like one of the recovering addicts from Never Alone... Oh shit. "Sorry."

Something dark passes across his face briefly. "No, I don't drink or do drugs."

"I am pleased to be of service,"  he manages, through the little gasps of pain he can't help but make. 

The next forty minutes were... pain laced with humiliation and pleasure. Nathaniel was struck, scratched, bit, fisted, and nearly smothered, all the while being degraded and demeaned. Varisia, finally replete, stretched out on the bed, Nathaniel boneless and bloodied beside her. 

"I think..." she said in a lazy tone, after catching her breath a bit, "that I did rather enjoy that."

"That's pretty fair," Andreas agreed. "I'd never thought about it until just recently, after he'd left for the Oak. Have you ever..?"

"Good. And, when you're of age properly, talk to your grandpa. Maybe he can introduce you to some safer mood-altering substances."

"Yes mistress. Thank you, mistress."

"I'm ill-inclined to wasting my time and coin on needless things. However..." Her lips brushed against his ear, then his neck. "Out of the kindness of my heart, I've decided to give you a chance to convince me otherwise. Isn't that ever so generous of me, pet?"