

Your skin is on fire, your nerves tingling with pleasure at Lucio's hard and rough passion. Bruises blossom and welts rise, you belong to him and him alone. And he will show the world the you belong to Count Lucio of Vesuvia. The dinner party was such a dull affair. The visiting nobles stiff in their finery, their words bland and polite. Lucio was a gracious and entertaining host, but he was too busy to be by your side. You sat next to Doctor Julian Devorak at the long banquet table, his familiar and colorful energy was refreshing among the monotony. Happily you both conversed, seeming to be lost in your own world as trade routes, treaties, and alliances were discussed between lavish courses of rich food. The wine was sweet upon your tongue, and the food was heavy in your stomach, but Julian's easy conversation melted away the knots of anxiety. His lips brushed your ear as he leaned in to tell you a joke, the rich coffee on his breath wafting to your nose. Your laugh cut through the chatter to Lucio, pulling his attention to you.

Anger bloomed with ferocity in his chest, but he remained calm. Julian was leaning into you, his lips brushing your ear as he talked, his eyes drinking in your skin in the elegant gown. Lucio clamped the arm of his chair until his knuckles turned white. How dare Julian be so bold?! He knew you were Lucio's, and yet the good doctor showed such blatant disregard. Once the meal was completed Lucio dismissed the guests with polite curtness. Anger was gnawing through his chest. No, not anger. Jealousy. Once the last guest had left Lucio stalked up to grab you by the elbow. "What do you think you're doing?" His voice low and seething. "What? You were busy, so I was talking to Julian." Your eyes searched Lucio's face, confused by his intensity. "It looked like you two were doing more than talking." His grip on your arm tightened as he roughly pulled you to him. "You need to be punished. You belong to me my love." His voice dark as he slung you over his shoulder and carried you to his chambers, landing multiple rough slaps upon your behind along the way. He kicked open the door and walked in to set you down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. Your hands roamed his body, only to be held behind your back. His hands tore away your dress, ripping the seams and shredding the lavish fabric. Once you were in your undergarments he bent you over the arm of a chaise lounge, trying your wrists behind your back and tying a silk blindfold around your eyes. His metal fingertips scratched your skin and raised goosebumps. Your pulse and breath quickened as he ripped away your panties before unlacing your corset. You shivered as the cool air hit your feverish skin, arousal pooling at the roughness of Lucio's ministrations. Jealousy made Lucio a beast, he was going to mark your soft skin and claim you in the most primal way he knew. He smirked at the thought of you screaming his name for the palace to hear, to have you begging beneath him. The sight of you bent over the arm of the lounge made him salivate, your ass was so soft and beautiful. Unblemished, he would soon fix that. Slowly he stripped off his clothes, your breath coming in pants at the sound of his clothes being removed. He firmly ran his fingertips over your skin making sure to raise red welts. You moaned at the contact, before letting out a sharp yelp as he landed a hard slap on your ass. "Count for me." His voice was firm. "Yes, my King." Your voice desperate. Lucio's cock twitched at your words, the beast within him growing impatient. Eleven more times he landed hard slaps upon your ass, painting the tender skin bright red. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, your nerves raw from the pain and pleasure. The cool metal of his hand allowed your screaming skin some reprieve, but only for a moment. Lucio led you to the bed before throwing you upon it. He released your restraints, before tying each wrist to a corresponding bedpost. The plush velvet ropes tighten with each desperate tug you give them. You ache to be free, to be in control, to ground yourself. Lucio scoffs low in his throat as he watches you struggle against you restraints. "So desperate already my love? My lesson is just beginning, you will do well to heed it. You. Are. Mine." Hungrily his mouth explores the expanse of your skin, offering no gentleness, only rough claimant passion. His teeth and tongue assault your tender skin, leaving bruises in their wake. His lips are surprisingly soft on your nipples, kissing and fondling. His metal hand palms your breast while the other teases down your body before teasing your slick womanhood. Moans fall from your lips at the contact of his long fingers. His grip on your breast tightens as he inserts two fingers into you with ease. Your toes curl as his expert fingers find that magical spot within you. "Oh my King..." Your words a breathless moan, the blindfold only leading you to new heights of pleasure. "Hm? What was that my love?" His tone amused as he curls his long fingers as his thumb brushes your clit. Lucio knew all of your sweet spots, he relished in playing with your body. The beast is hungry, and he doesn't know how long he can stay in control. "Tell me what you want. Beg your King." His thumb on your clit is making it hard to think, your thoughts are thick, and your lips struggle to form words. "Too slow my love." Quickly removes his hands form you, leaving you on the cusp of pleasure. You pull against your restraints desperately, quivering and moaning at the denial, desperate for release. Lucio holds your thighs open, denying you any friction, smirking at the glistening silk of your arousal. He leans down, his breath on your womanhood sending you panting. "Again, beg for your King." His silver tongue giving you a slow lick, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit. Your sanity is melting away, but you find the words. "Please fuck me my King. I need your cock in me." The words fall from your lips before you can think, your cheeks redden with want. "Only because you filthy mouth begged so sweetly." His voice heady with lust, and finally he lets the beast free. With a quick tug he removes your blindfold, you blink at the low candlelight before meeting his lust hazed eyes. "Look at what you do to your King. I want you to see when I fuck you." His voice is a low growl in his throat. His arousal is throbbing, aching for your heat. The sight sends new waves of pleasure rushing to your senses, and your womanhood aches with need. Roughly Lucio sheaths himself within you in one thrust, you both moaning at the fulfillment of delayed gratification. The pace is hard and unrelenting, the crown of his cock brushing the spot deep within you with each thrust. The perfumes of sweat and sex fill the air, harmonizing with the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin. Each thrust has stars clouding your vision as your cheeks redden the sight of his cock thrusting into you over and over, Lucio smirks at your red cheeks before taking your lips in a deep kiss. The maelstrom of pleasure threaten to consume you both, your hands hold the ropes until your knuckles are white, your toes curl with each thrust. "Please my King, I want to cum on your cock." You voice is reedy and pitched with selfish need. "Not yet my love, together." His hands tighten their brute hold on your hips, chasing the eye of the storm to send you both into the sea of bliss. Lucio's thrust grow desperate and frantic, both of you aching for release, your back arching as your legs quiver with the exertion of holding back your orgasm. When it feels as though your cannot hold it anymore, finally Lucio speaks. "Cum on my cock, tell the palace who you belong too." His voice a command before his mouth is on your neck, leaving rough love bites. "Oh, Lucio!" Your moan turns into pleasure choked scream of his name, your senses blinded by the white hot pleasure. Lucio comes undone at your screams, his release rushing forth to spill into you, dripping down your thighs with each throb of his cock. His warm and lean body covering yours as he clings to you while you both ride out the trembles of pleasure. Shakily he reaches out to free you from your restraints. Your cling to him desperately, your fingers twined in his hair. "You're mine. Only mine my love." "Only yours my King."

