BRIELLE’S POV Brielle's hands gripped Lord Darius's veiny manhood, slurping on the thick length. Cheers to her, thinking today's training would be similar to what Lady Delilah had done to her, but it wasn't. He'd told her it was a sex training, so they'd get right to the point and not waste any time. He'd break her and shape her to his liking, but he hadn't done anything yet because he only wanted her to pleasure him, and that she was doing. Knees down, as he had instructed, she would occasionally free her mouth from his dick, wanting to get some air before resuming the duty of making him orgasm.This was her second time doing this, and as she took him roughly, under his guidance, Brielle could tell from the groans he made that despite being a sex novice, she was doing a pretty good job.He had one hand wrapped around her hair, steadily guiding her lips in and out, while the other roved around her chest, quickly loosening the knots in her leather bra. Brielle felt a trickle of s
DARIUS POV "How is the training going?" Darius looked up from his books, watching Delilah's entrance into his home office majestically.She hadn't knocked, as she rarely did, and while he never saw it as a big deal, he was furious today that she hadn't announced her presence. What if he’d been doing something important? She would have barged in and interrupted him just like that.Darius gritted his teeth slowly, trying to calm himself down, knowing he had to let her know her limits soon. He'd put her in her place eventually, but for now, he'd play along and talk to her like he always did. Besides, this was the first day she was visiting him personally; ever since that night, he had decided to train Brielle personally, and he didn’t want to welcome her with some words of vexation."How are you, Delilah?" Darius asked, clearing his throat and flicking his chin as he stared at her for a moment. He had purposefully ignored her earlier question because he didn't want to discuss Briell
BRIELLE’S POV"Does he seem nice? Is he gentle with you?" Madeline asked her, abruptly changing the subject of their conversation, and Brielle immediately felt uneasy. Madeline had become incredibly close to her former enemy in the last few days. For someone who hated the public, always wanting to be her shy, recluse self, Madeline was incredibly pushing her boundaries. Brielle knew they both liked being able to talk around each other freely; it wasn't about the questions and answers or how much information they shared. No, it was about how at ease she was with her thoughts, and now this person was trying to push them out with every word she said. She simply didn't want to talk, but Madeline had other ideas. When she tried to be, the girl could be pretty persistent. They were now in the busy hallway, and Madeline had her hands tightly wrapped around her wrist as they pranced around. Brielle could feel the gaze of some maids passing by on her as she looked around, which made her f
BRIELLE’S POVBrielle looked at herself in the full-length mirror as the maids dressed her like the little sex slut she was for Lord Darius. Today was another day, and he was going to train her. Her outfit was different this time, as she was dressed in fur and animal skin material. The outfit left nothing to the imagination as it was cut out and sewn, exposing all her delicate body parts for all to see. All of the outfits she was to wear to the training, according to the maids, were explicitly chosen by Lord Darius, and she didn't know how to feel about it. Tonight, she vowed to herself that she would please him and gain his favor, as the previous two nights with him had been nothing short of a disaster. The first night, when he nearly damaged her privates, had been a flop, and the second night would have been even worse if it hadn't been for her pleas, but she had refused to let him penetrate her, and now she was deeply regretting it. Why the heck was she scared? It was just
DARIUS POVDarius controlled the rhythmic flow with Brielle’s wet lips encircling his finger, pushing in and out while whispering slutty words in her ears. She had taken over his senses once more. Damn it!When she had walked through that door into the darkness before the light got turned on, her mere presence made his wolf go gaga.The animal in him craved her in anticipation, wanting to mark her, and Darius couldn’t even control the raging feelings. Recounting the moments she’d stepped into the room, Darius hummed as he recalled everything.When he’d spotted her dainty frame clearly, his lips dropped open in surprise and appreciation. With his legs carrying him straight to her from the chair he had been sitting on to her still figure, Darius’s chest tightened instantly.Was it her curves he had noticed, or her agitation seemed to make her more appealing in his eyes? He had no answer, but now even when he had vowed not to do it anymore, he was taking things slow.The last meeting
BRIELLE’S POV"Arghhhh..." Brielle screamed in delight and pain as Lord Darius drove his manhood inside her without restraint or thought. She wanted to move her hands, to hold her lips together to stop her agonizing screams, but they were tied behind her, in his firm grip, and she couldn't do anything. Her moans became muffled as he plunged his dick into her, and tears streamed down her cheeks. It was excruciating. Whatever Madeline had said, this was far worse and... "Oh..." A new wave of pleasure washed over her, and she felt a finger and two on her clit rubbing slowly. He'd released his hands from her grip, no longer holding her tied hands, as his fingers expertly rubbed at her clit, and the pain she'd been experiencing was replaced with pleasure and an indescribable sensation. "Please, please..." She moaned and heard him say something.“You're so deliciously wet right now, and fuck it if I don't take you like an animal right now. Let go, turn into my wolfish form, mark you,
MADELINE’S POVMadeline eavesdropped as she stood by the door to Lord Darius' room, her ears stretching as she listened to Lord Darius and that bitch, Brielle's moans. She had crept from her bedroom to Lord Darius's chambers after learning from one of the maids that Brielle's session would be held there. Luring the guards standing by the corridor away, she had baited them with a sweet baked pie she had left in the kitchen, and as the three men scampered away, she had watched them with a smirk.Then she sauntered to the large door that housed Lord Darius’s chambers and proceeded to eavesdrop. As she listened, Madeline’s mind wandered as different thoughts assailed her. Lord Darius had seemingly abandoned the rest of the submissives for Brielle, especially her since she was new, and she didn't like this at all. If anything, it made her hate Brielle even more, and her loathing for her grew even more potent. Her hatred for the bitch was so intense that it forced the breath from her
BRIELLE’S POVBrielle's thighs and privates were in excruciating pain. Her thoughts took her to last night when Lord Darius had lost his restraint and fucked her hard as she stared at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face. Was it senseless or harsh? She was stumped as to what to call it. Everything had been fine the night before. The night when she finally got penetrated. She had been enjoying the pleasure mixed with pain, but then she had fucked up.What was it about him that made her crave power? That made her want to be in control. She inquired solemnly. It wasn’t his fault he had behaved that way toward her, right? She tried to think of a logical reason.She had taken control. She had wanted the sweet sensation she was experiencing to spread throughout her body, so she bucked behind him, pushing him to the edge, and the action provoked him. "God. I'm tired..." Brielle murmured to herself in the dim light, another wave of tears streaming down her cheeks as she sniffed.