Maven laughed at the arrogant Redguard’s speech. She had to admit some admiration for the little thing, tied up and nude as she was. Most people would have been quivering for forgiveness already. “No, no, no, dear,” she said. “You see, I also own a stable in addition to the Black-Briar meadery. Horses are fickle creatures. You can’t simply ride one as soon as it is old enough for the saddle. First, you have to break its spirit. You have to show the simple creature who is the boss and who is the servant.
“It’s not just about domination, though. Any creature misused and abused long enough will find the energy to at least turn on his master. Given enough opportunities, he becomes a liability and has to be put down.” Maven looked down at her immaculate red finger nails and flicked a speck of dirty away. “It’s wasteful, and I abhor wastefulness.”
Maven stood and moved until she was about arm’s length away from Anika. “You see, my dear, I essentially have a business contract with the Thieves’ Guild. Nothing officially written on parchment, mind you, but a contract nonetheless. You lot give me my percentage and back me up when I need it and I give you the protection you need from the law.” Maven twirled the riding crop lazily. “When someone steps out of line though,” the riding crop shot out and snapped against Anika’s left nipple, “then discipline must be given.”
Anika screamed more from shock than pain. She had not been expecting that!
“I don’t like hurting people,” Maven continued, her voice still even and calm as if she was discussing the weather with Maramal in Riften. “It’s just crude. We’re a civilized people, are we not? But unfortunately, some people are simple beasts and have to be trained accordingly.”
As the Black-Briar matron spoke, she continued to snap the riding crop against Anika’s dark flesh. The crop danced over Anika’s body - a quick flick against her inner thigh, followed by a harder crack over her upper arm, a solid landing on her right breast. All over, Maven slapped the crop against the Redguard’s skin, leaving stinging marks.
Anika bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. It hurt like hell when Maven hit her, but more strangely, Anika found that she was being turned on by the pain. It was getting harder and harder to not moan with pleasure as the crop made its way over her body.
“You like this,” Maven observed. She propped the crop on her shoulder, a small smile of amusement crossing her otherwise bored expression.
“N-no,” Anika stammered.
“No need to lie, child,” Maven scolded. She ran the tip of the crop up Anika’s thigh until it touched her sex. She rubbed the shaft hard against the girl’s crotch and when she pulled it away it was glistening with dampness. “The evidence is against you.”
“Well, so what?” Anika muttered.
“So, just tell the truth,” Maven purred as she ran the riding crop down Anika’s jaw. “Communication is always important in a business deal.” She flicked the riding crop against Anika’s nipple. “Now, do you like it?”
“Yes,” Anika growled, grinding her teeth. “I do.”
“I do what?” Maven pressed as she snapped the whip against Anika’s ass.
“I do like it, ma’am!” Anika fairly screamed. She strained against her restraints as her back arched from the pleasure that ran through her from the strike.
“That’s so much better, isn’t it?” Maven smirked. She pressed her body firmly against the Redguard’s. Her lips played over the younger woman’s as her nails ran down Anika’s body. She loved how the girl writhed under her, especially around the leg that was securely pressed against the girl’s crotch. She ground against Anika and listened to the girl’s stifled moans.
“We don’t have to be enemies,” Maven insisted as she twisted Anika’s nipples. When Anika groaned softly, Maven kissed her, pushing her tongue completely against the other woman’s. “I prefer for this sort of relationship, don’t you agree?”
“Yes,” Anika murmured. She shrieked when Maven pinched her nipples. “Yes, ma’am! Damn it, damn it, damn it!”
Loud and Clear 4/?
“It’s not just about domination, though. Any creature misused and abused long enough will find the energy to at least turn on his master. Given enough opportunities, he becomes a liability and has to be put down.” Maven looked down at her immaculate red finger nails and flicked a speck of dirty away. “It’s wasteful, and I abhor wastefulness.”
Maven stood and moved until she was about arm’s length away from Anika. “You see, my dear, I essentially have a business contract with the Thieves’ Guild. Nothing officially written on parchment, mind you, but a contract nonetheless. You lot give me my percentage and back me up when I need it and I give you the protection you need from the law.” Maven twirled the riding crop lazily. “When someone steps out of line though,” the riding crop shot out and snapped against Anika’s left nipple, “then discipline must be given.”
Anika screamed more from shock than pain. She had not been expecting that!
“I don’t like hurting people,” Maven continued, her voice still even and calm as if she was discussing the weather with Maramal in Riften. “It’s just crude. We’re a civilized people, are we not? But unfortunately, some people are simple beasts and have to be trained accordingly.”
As the Black-Briar matron spoke, she continued to snap the riding crop against Anika’s dark flesh. The crop danced over Anika’s body - a quick flick against her inner thigh, followed by a harder crack over her upper arm, a solid landing on her right breast. All over, Maven slapped the crop against the Redguard’s skin, leaving stinging marks.
Anika bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. It hurt like hell when Maven hit her, but more strangely, Anika found that she was being turned on by the pain. It was getting harder and harder to not moan with pleasure as the crop made its way over her body.
“You like this,” Maven observed. She propped the crop on her shoulder, a small smile of amusement crossing her otherwise bored expression.
“N-no,” Anika stammered.
“No need to lie, child,” Maven scolded. She ran the tip of the crop up Anika’s thigh until it touched her sex. She rubbed the shaft hard against the girl’s crotch and when she pulled it away it was glistening with dampness. “The evidence is against you.”
“Well, so what?” Anika muttered.
“So, just tell the truth,” Maven purred as she ran the riding crop down Anika’s jaw. “Communication is always important in a business deal.” She flicked the riding crop against Anika’s nipple. “Now, do you like it?”
“Yes,” Anika growled, grinding her teeth. “I do.”
“I do what?” Maven pressed as she snapped the whip against Anika’s ass.
“I do like it, ma’am!” Anika fairly screamed. She strained against her restraints as her back arched from the pleasure that ran through her from the strike.
“That’s so much better, isn’t it?” Maven smirked. She pressed her body firmly against the Redguard’s. Her lips played over the younger woman’s as her nails ran down Anika’s body. She loved how the girl writhed under her, especially around the leg that was securely pressed against the girl’s crotch. She ground against Anika and listened to the girl’s stifled moans.
“We don’t have to be enemies,” Maven insisted as she twisted Anika’s nipples. When Anika groaned softly, Maven kissed her, pushing her tongue completely against the other woman’s. “I prefer for this sort of relationship, don’t you agree?”
“Yes,” Anika murmured. She shrieked when Maven pinched her nipples. “Yes, ma’am! Damn it, damn it, damn it!”