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Bi-Han’s first encounter with it– whatever it is– was one day walking in on his brother fucking Tomáš when they were younger and still in the same clan where they were supposed to remain for the rest of their days honouring their vows.
He was speechless to find Smoke completely naked on his knees, wrists and elbows almost artistically bound behind his back with a rope. Kuai Liang was sitting in front of him on a chair and Smoke was sucking his dick, head moving almost rhythmically, he was enjoying himself and not in a hurry, at the older male’s mercy in every imaginable and unimaginable way. Both men’s eyes were closed and they had no idea they'd been discovered.
Bi-Han was so shocked, so completely floored he couldn’t make a sound.
None of that was against Tomáš’s will. The “youngest brother” Bi-Han had never wanted or asked for obviously knew what he was doing and served Kuai Liang willingly, his own pathetic dick hard between his legs, he was dripping on the floor a little, like a bitch in heat. Kuai Liang’s hand was holding the back of his neck but it was just there, not to control but– maybe support?
Bi-Han quietly left before they noticed him and couldn’t even make himself confront his brother and Smoke later. Considering what he’d seen them doing he was worried he’d start stammering if he tried talking about it he thought, sickened.
He noticed things afterwards such as Smoke sitting down strangely and the two giving each other covert glances. He knew Kuai Liang fucked Tomáš in the ass and Tomáš took it willingly. Maybe he even bent over and offered his backside for the use, maybe offered his limbs to be bound with a rope as well.
It's sickening. Disgusting.
Bi-Han couldn’t even imagine talking about it at all let alone confront and punish them even though he knew he should. He just took his anger out on them a couple of times because of it but they had no idea why, probably thought it was just Bi-Han being Bi-Han.
But the thoughts are intrusive. Sometimes he was a little hard but he wasn’t turned on by either of them at all, just by something they had and he didn’t even know which part of it turned him on, he was too embarrassed and couldn’t let himself go there even in his thoughts.
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The loss of Kuai Liang hits him hard. The two have abandoned him, Bi-Han blames them though he knows he’s at fault but he can’t fix it nor is he going to. He can’t anyway.
But he knows his brother who’s a grandmaster of his own clan now still fucks his lapdog who’s become his second in command. They are a couple, he knows that much, he can mock it and roll his eyes about it but they love each other. But there’s something more there because he doesn’t think many regular romantic couples use ropes and dominate their partner like that in Kuai Liang’s case or eagerly submit and serve in Tomáš’s case. Bi-Han can only guess that it gives them both something, helps them, strengthens their bond even more, maybe somehow makes them more productive in their everyday life, he has no idea how or why or what their relationship is really all about.
For a man of Bi-Han’s position anonymity is everything and he tries to find something or someone far away from the clan to help him with what he needs.
The problem is he doesn’t know what he needs.
Constantly looking over his shoulder, anxious that his enemies or anybody from his own clan follows him and knows what he’s up to is already nerve-racking. He’s visited a couple of clubs and salons but the culture itself doesn’t appeal to him, it annoys him. All those toys, contraptions and especially the strange people there all repel him. He can’t relax around them. And why do so many of them flock together? He doesn’t know what he’s looking for but it’s not a fucking party, that’s for sure.
He leaves never even letting anybody get close to him, man or woman. He can’t. He feels hostile too. If any of them tried to do anything to him he feels he’d freak out and injure if not kill them.
It's not for him, he decides at last. He won’t try again, it’s all a useless waste of time that he doesn’t have. What was he even thinking?
“Man, you’re a tough cookie, aren’t you? I remember you. This is the second time you visit us and you’re leaving again all sullen and uptight before you even talked to any of our guys or girls” a woman with short, fake-blond hair, the receptionist or administrator, or whatever she is, comments when Bi-Han is at the doors. He wants to just storm out or say something very rude about her words or her ugly tattoos before he does but the woman steps closer and extends her hand holding a small piece of paper with something written on it. “I don’t know what you’re looking for but– Here” she says “I shouldn’t be doing this but this dominatrix works with difficult cases”.
Bi-Han doesn’t know what possesses him to take the paper but he does and then storms out. He won’t spend another second in this ridiculous place.
The very existence of this piece of paper offends him so he gets rid of it but it’s too late because his mind has already memorised the address and the phone number written on it.
Weeks pass and he just gets angrier and his work suffers. He can’t afford it. He’s too unstable for his position. A compromised grandmaster is bad for the clan.
He visits the place.
He wants to leave immediately. This is wrong and he shouldn’t be doing this. The woman’s gloved hand on his shoulder stops him from leaving, anchors him. The long, black leather glove doesn’t prevent him from feeling the warmth of the soft touch. It pins him to the spot until she releases him. She somehow makes him sit down in front of her and takes a good look at him, studies him silently like he’s a puzzle that she thinks she knows how to solve.
Bi-Han studies her too.
He’s very unconvinced. The woman doesn’t look strong enough to take care of his needs– whatever they are– and her hands and her voice seem too gentle.
But he’s been visiting her for almost a year now. Once a month at the very least, usually twice, thrice in a couple of rare cases.
He even told her his real name. He gave her a fake name at first but it was fucking frustrating to hear her use it as if she was talking to someone else and not him. Angry, naked and strapped down he gave her the real one during one of their very first sessions. She punished him for snarling at her but started to use the real name immediately and something so seemingly insignificant made difference. Nothing bad happened too, she hasn’t found a way to blackmail him, hasn’t yet used his vulnerability to sink him and ruin his life just by knowing his real name.
He already knows that Mistress Sareena is not a human and at first he was very wary when it dawned on him especially when a woman of her stature picked up his body tied in a Japanese type of a hog-tie by the ropes behind him with two hands like a heavy bag and with only some amount of effort, just to put him on a leather bench. A regular woman especially someone as lean as her would not be able to do it with someone as heavy as him. Her eyes are strange too. They are grey but sometimes go completely black and the strange artistic makeup around her eyes stops looking like it’s just a makeup. The rest of her remains the same but that’s enough for him to know.
A demon.
He keeps coming back to her even after the realisation, surrenders himself to her every time.
She can be caring and gentle especially when she gives him an aftercare but she’s not a weakling and her slim appearance is deceptive. She knows what he needs and she’s strong enough to give it to him.
Their sessions help him. Sareena makes Bi-Han surrender his control and he feels calmer and more productive for at least days if not weeks after she takes care of him. That’s why he always comes back.
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Not always but sometimes he’s aroused depending on what she does to him and on his mood. Their last session ended with him kneeling before her as he was following her instructions and putting his hard cock that she'd lubed-up well between her ankles as always clad in black leather boots. She was standing upright looking down at him, petting and praising him softly as he was getting himself off, all too aware of a butt plug pressing against his prostate. Sometimes he gets hard just remembering it.
If anyone ever learns about it he’ll have to kill them and then himself.
But Bi-Han wasn’t such a wreck at the time of that particular session as he’s been for the past few days.
He’s not doing well. His past torments him, he’s lost his whole family. The true awareness of it comes to him at times and this is one of such times. He will never admit it aloud and he can’t afford it. The clan needs a strong grandmaster to rule it with iron hand and he can barely sleep with all the intrusive thoughts about letting his father die but even much worse is seeing his hurt, betrayed, disappointed brother who hates him now. That's the only part Bi-Han really regrets.
He lost Kuai Liang for good. Bi-Han can never get back those simpler times when his younger brother still loved him, looked up to him. When he manages to fall asleep he dreams of being a shadow and nothing more than that. Is that what he is to Kuai Liang now? A shadow of the past to forget about?
Bi-Han arrives without a warning this time. It’s late and he knows Mistress Sareena usually finishes her work by this hour if she has any subs visiting. He finds her saying good bye to a female customer, a seemingly mousy woman.
“Be a good girl for me, go home and rest. You’re not allowed to take my collar off for twenty-four hours and I expect to see it on your neck next time you come to me” Sareena instructs close to the woman’s ear but Bi-Han overhears anyway. “Yes, Mistress” the quiet sub’s cheeks are red, she has a black leather collar around her neck, it’s thin and elegant with metal studs. Bi-Han immediately knows she’ll do what she’s told and won’t take it off no matter what.
All of a sudden, he wonders if Mistress Sareena accommodates all of her subs and is equally invested with all of them and he feels a pang of jealousy. Unexpectedly he thinks how Tomáš would’ve completely fallen apart and withered inside if Kuai Liang had anyone else. Bi-Han chases the thought away. What he has with Mistress Sareena is absolutely nothing like what his brother has with his lapdog, besides Bi-Han is nothing like Tomáš and never will be. He chases the irritating thoughts away.
In any case it’s not important right now. Still he narrows his eyes at the leaving customer because he can’t help it. The hall outside the flat is poorly lit and he must look like a suspicious figure in the shadows to her. She leaves hastily only giving him a quick, wary look on her way out and trying to adjust her blouse and trench coat to hide the collar, her heels clicking loudly. To him she can’t leave soon enough.
The Mistress looks surprised to see him. Then a little sad too because she knows he only comes to her without making an appointment when things get really bad. She sees something in his face too. Bi-Han knows he doesn’t look his best right now. He both appreciates her being so attentive because he never wants to explain anything and hates it because pity– or compassion– or whatever– makes him feel humiliated. He’s always torn even after all these months.
“If you want me to leave I’ll leave” is all he can say, quietly. He's defensive, almost wants her to tell him to get the hell out but dreads it too because he’s made a long way to her and he’s close to having a mental breakdown after a few particularly bad nights. “Stay” she replies. The soft command– and it is a command– makes him feel a small relief. Soon she’ll take complete control. She’ll take care of him. It’s wrong, he shouldn’t be needing it but he does.
The domme both lives and works in this flat but her workplace is separated from her private rooms where he’s never been. He follows her to her “dungeon” that he knows well. It has two rooms with all sorts of equipment but all of it is tidy and well-organised. He follows her into one of them.
“Strip. Let me freshen up and you’ll have my full attention. Kneel on the floor right here when you’re finished, eyes down” she instructs and touches his arm gently before she leaves.
Sareena can “see” his soul. He’s a tormented sinner: a kinslayer, a traitor. In a rare case he sub-spaced by the end of one of their sessions and told her some little things about himself when she’d gotten him relaxed enough to say anything personal at all. He doesn’t know that she knows way more than that.
She’s a demon so it’s not her place to judge him. He’s suffering from being the way he is but hopelessly stubborn to even admit he’s sorry and lonely. He craves punishment. It’s easier somehow. He feels better when he receives it. The Netherrealm is where he’ll find himself someday it's just a matter of when, not if. But his soul is already in a semblance of hell and it knows where it belongs. It makes him the most interesting of her subs.
She freshens up after the previous customer and changes her clothes. She hardly ever puts on any gloves anymore when she works with Bi-Han, even though she loves her long leather gloves and she has several pairs with different patters or no patterns at all and of different length: shoulder-length, elbow-length, some leave her fingers open others don’t. Whether she imagines it or not, using her bare hands allows her to really feel him because he’s more complicated than most so it needs to be a bit more personal for her to be able to give him what he needs.
Bi-Han did what she told him to do but he’s rebellious and while he’s kneeling and his eyes are on the floor as instructed, he’s still wearing his black, silky briefs. She ignores it for now even though she likes her customers completely exposed to her. Later he will be. As always. She always gets him naked, no part of him hidden from her.
He’s a very difficult sub, often defiant, angry more often than not and hard to deal with but she’s used to it by now. If his attitude intimidated her in any way and if he saw such a weakness in her, he would not be coming back for more every time. He needs someone strong enough and unfazed by his behaviour even if he won’t admit it.
“Colour?” Sareena asks. “Black” he replies gruffly, his voice dark. It doesn’t happen often. It means he needs a lot from her tonight and she has to go farther than when they have their normal sessions when she can make things a bit playful. But not tonight. He’s not doing well. He needs a lot of attention.
She brings several long pieces of smooth, black rope and starts tying him up. His legs above the knees and crossed ankles, his wrists and arms just above the elbows are all soon bound behind his back and he’s still kneeling. She wraps the rope around his torso too combining the elbow bondage with chest bondage.
Bondage is a bit of a standard part with him. He was very jumpy in the beginning when he started visiting her so Sareena learned to make her movements even more fluid than normal for him not to feel as if he’s about to be attacked and has to watch her every move. After a few sessions with her he’s become much calmer for the bondage, on occasion he even gets a little hard, especially when she touches and manipulates his body while she binds him. But some other times he can get into a relaxed trance-like state and is not at all aroused.
Unsurprisingly there’s no sexual response right now, he’s not exactly relaxed either, just tired it seems. Sareena deliberately doesn’t use a crotch rope this time, she often frames his genitals with it on both sides but now it’s not the right time for it.
She knows how to restrain and secure him for it to work for him and for him not to feel as if he can free himself whenever he feels like it. She knows it’s important in his case because he’s a strong man. Technically in some rare cases depending on the type of restraints but not when he’s bound with ropes like this, he can free himself if he gets really violent, uses his cryomancy, etc. Yes, she already knows he’s a cryomancer. But she knows exactly what she’s doing and how to use her equipment for people not to escape or seriously injure themselves trying to escape.
The dominatrix walks around him admiring her work and how beautiful this almost completely naked man looks in her bondage. She just needs to add some more details for it to be perfect and to create a perfect suspension point. She takes another rope and connects the one that ties his wrists and the one that ties his legs above the knees.
She uses some more rope as a precaution for everything to be safe and secure just in case. After all there’s a reason why she made him kneel on this particular spot. Maybe he has an idea or maybe his mind is too burdened for him to think clearly and he’s too sleep deprived.
Sareena doesn’t discuss what she plans to do with him anyway when she walks towards a mechanism of a chain hoist at the wall. She uses it to lower a chain that has a not very large but very durable clevis hook. It’s hanging from above just behind Bi-Han’s back. After attaching the hook to the suspension point that she earlier created with ropes and securing said hook properly, before he knows what’s going on she returns to the lifting mechanism and starts hoisting the bound male up.
She sees him looking down a little alarmed and then up at the chain, eyes widening. He grunts unhappily when his whole body is lifted off the floor. She’s never suspended him before even though she’s always wanted to. A few times she’s lifted him using her own strength to reposition him when he was bound even though he’s a bit heavy for her mainly when she wears boots with high heels. But it was never anything like this.
She stops when she finds him high enough to her liking. He's suspended in a position that is something between horizontal and inverted, legs bent in the knees, ankles crossed, head lower than the rest of his body. Sareena leaves him like this.
“Is it still “black”?” she asks just in case while he still has a chance to answer her because he won’t have such a chance soon. “Yes” he replies just as darkly as before. His head is about on the level of her neck, relatively convenient for her to be able to see his face to notice if anything goes wrong.
Next, she puts a ball gag into his mouth and fastens it on the back of his head. He tries to protest but it’s too late. On occasion Sareena does put a head harness on him but he hates being gagged, he loathes it. This time she has to do it though because she doesn’t want him to bite his tongue when she gets to the next part. The rubber ball is not hard at all so his teeth are safe too no matter how hard he bites down on the ball, and he will be doing it a lot soon.
“Make sure you breathe through your nose the whole time” she warns. She checks that her sub has no trouble breathing. His breathing is quicker than normal from the position he’s in and the vulnerability of it but it’s not in any way obstructed. She then checks that there isn’t too much strain on his joints anywhere.
Sareena can tell Bi-Han is watching her trying to figure out what’s on her mind. She pays it no mind and finds a box she’s looking for on one of the shelves. She’s done different kinds of things to him but the more extreme ones are only reserved for days like this, she’d never go that far otherwise. Last time things were “black” she waterboarded him while he was securely strapped to a table, barely able to writhe in his panic. A very distressing, mentally and physically draining thing for any breathing being. In addition to that later that night he left her dungeon with lots of large, red, painful splotches from hot candle wax, almost his entire body, his back and front, were covered in them after a long, agonising session. Cryomancers don't take burns very well.
But she’s never used electric devices on him so she has a very bad and unexpected surprise for him.
She owns a few of such devices but she wants to use a specific one very different from others. This one visually resembles a violet wand, only larger but it’s not nearly as innocent as that. It has a deeper effect and if you turn up the power enough it can really cause agony. The voltage is quite high but the current is low, perfectly balanced to leave as little visible damage as possible. It’s nothing like a mildly painful zap from a wand but rather something way closer to a cattle prod, a more powerful type of it at that. In other words, it’s a very real torture device not a toy.
It’s a bit tricky to plug in and turn on for everything to work smoothly but she has all necessary equipment for that. Soon it’s ready for work, the equipment is making a low, ominous noise. The suspended man scowls at the device when the domme comes closer to him holding it in her hand for him to see. This may be new but he’s a clever man, he likely already has an idea what’s going to happen. “I’ll start with the low setting. Brace yourself” Sareena warns. She presses it to his shoulder and lets the electricity do its work. The crackling sound alone would seriously frighten many people. The shock makes Bi-Han flinch and he takes a sharp breath through his nose.
She always starts slowly with anything a sub is not yet familiar with but once Bi-Han is introduced to the device and fully understands what it does she doesn’t hesitate to turn the power all the way up. It’s a good way to hurt someone badly with a minimal physical damage even though Bi-Han will feel very sore for days.
Sareena turns it into a prolonged torture, a real one. She doesn’t think she’d ever do it to another sub but Bi-Han is a special case. And today is a special day. Any pain tolerance can be worn down if you take your time.
She’s hurt people before but not in this context and that was in another life, before Earthrealm. She knows how to hurt even a man like this one who can endure a bit more than most.
She avoids his heart area and his head because it can be dangerous for his health but everything else is a fair game to her. Well almost. She doesn’t humiliate him by electrocuting the spots that would very likely make him lose control of his bladder and wet himself. And she doesn’t linger on the area around his genitals though she does press the prod to the insides of his upper thighs and especially the spots between his hipbones and groin several times. She doesn’t really focus on those, she knows many other spots on a human body to cause excruciating pain.
His body painfully spasms every time the prod is pressed to various parts of him but then he thrashes and writhes as much as he physically can. He grunts and at times growls and screams in pain into the gag. He can’t get away from it even though sometimes he really tries to in panic even if his rational mind knows there’s nothing he can do. The bondage and being suspended like this make him helpless.
Every couple of minutes Sareena stops to give him a break to breathe and strokes him with her hand to show that she’s here, everything is under control and she understands that he’s hurting. She hopes it gives him some comfort before she resumes tormenting him. Sometimes she purposely focuses on electrocuting less sensitive spots on his body when she sees that it’s getting too much for him but it’s always a temporary respite if you can even call it that because it’s still very painful anyway.
By the time she finishes with him he seems completely exhausted hanging almost limply. He’s making small noises through the gag. His face is a little reddened from the pain and the position of his head being slightly lower than the rest of his body, his skin faintly shines with sweat.
Sareena first removes the gag that he hates so much and he immediately starts taking deep breaths through his mouth. Some saliva drips out of it on the floor and she caringly wipes his mouth with a tissue before inspecting it a little. As expected, the gag has prevented damage to his tongue and teeth. He becomes even more limp and the domme can tell how relieved he is that it’s over when he realises that it really is over. He must have seen or at least heard her unplugging the device even though she doubts he can think very clearly right now.
Next, she moves a wide bench directly below him and covers it with a clean sheet then uses the mechanism of the hoist again, this time to very carefully lower the bound male onto the bench. Bi-Han winces when his aching body touches it but he’s quiet when she unties him.
She regrets not securing her sub’s neck because of the way he was thrashing now that she thinks about it. There doesn’t seem to be any injury but there could’ve been. She massages the neck lightly.
Gently she wipes him down with a wet, clean towel. It’s cold and she thinks the cryomancer must find it soothing. She’d normally leave something like this for the aftercare but thinks it’s best to do it now. Besides it gives her the time to inspect him. His skin is red in some places with a few painful-looking abrasions from the ropes because of how he was writhing but it’s nothing too bad. She disinfects the worst of them. The normal blood circulation has already returned to his limbs. She massages his sore muscles a little to temporarily lessen the pain.
He doesn’t protest her ministrations though his otherwise relaxed body tenses up a lot, his eyes are closed, he’s still breathing faster than normal and his heart rate is also still a little fast. Sareena checks his pulse a few times to see that it’s steady and nothing has been disrupted by the electric shocks.
She lets him calm down while she’s taking care of him.
Bi-Han is shaky and submissive when she carefully helps him up on his feet– she electrocuted these feet and the soles of them quite a few times– and leads him to the X-cross closer to the middle of the room. Because no, she hasn’t finished with him yet.
There’s no fight left in him after what he’s just gone through but she knows it will return. For now, he’s obedient and she calmly restrains his wrists and ankles while his front is pressed to the cross, leaving his back completely accessible. She adjusts the restraints on his ankles adding short chains so that his legs aren’t spread wide and he’s steady on his feet.
“Are you with me? Bi-Han?” the domme asks. “Yes” he replies, voice still quiet. “You’ll get your usual punishment now. I’ll give you twenty. You don’t have to count aloud” she says. He knows this part. The flogging. It’s something she always does to him though not necessary on this cross and not necessary this number. She’s creative when it comes to all of the ways she can do it and she has all sorts of tools for that at her disposal.
His body is already sore so the flogging hurts a bit more today, she can tell. He’s taking it well though. He’s open for his punishment even though the electric torture earlier was new and not something he was prepared for or ever wanted to experience, she imagines. Flogging on the other hand is something he knows well by now.
Sareena delivers all twenty with a heavy leather whip that has many long tails, mostly hitting his back and thighs. She knows she shouldn’t hold back today and she doesn’t. She hits hard enough that Bi-Han’s hair tied in a ponytail moves from the air flow created by the whip. He grunts, squirms, pulls on the restraints and arches his back, his body is shaking but he behaves well for his Mistress.
She inspects the angry red welts afterwards with gentle fingers. They are painful and will bother him for a while but the skin is barely broken, that’s what she aimed for. He’s not really bleeding but there will be a serious bruising.
Even though it temporarily worsens the pain she disinfects the welts everywhere especially where the skin is more damaged. Bi-Han is very tense and still breathing heavily but also stoic the whole time. But the solution she uses for it has a small amount of anaesthetic in it that gives it a slightly numbing effect, she doesn’t tell him about it but the effect will be mild and will only last for about half an hour anyway. She wants him less focused on the pain for the next part when she gets to it.
When she’s done, she leaves him where he is, giving him some time to rest and breathe and for the pain to quieten down. She uses the time to put some stuff back where it belongs before she comes back to her sub and stands just behind him. The tube of lube that she also brought with her is not in his field of view, she doesn’t want him to see it just yet.
“And what am I going to do with you now?” she sighs stroking his body. He’s still shaky but it is to be expected. “Should I punish you more or give you a reward for being good for me?” He doesn’t answer of course, she doesn’t expect him to. “How about both?” she then asks, again not expecting an answer. It’s up to her and he knows it.
Slowly she pulls his briefs down exposing the gorgeous mounds of his bum. She leaves the underwear around his thighs. He’s not happy about it but he’s often like this when she wants access to this part of him. She softly squeezes the mounds in her hands and strokes them admiringly. They are mostly uninjured today so no pain distracts him from the sensation of her hands fondling them. She parts the cheeks a little and he immediately protests trying to get away from it with a noise that could be a warning if she took it seriously.
He’s always tense back there. The first time she felt him relaxing enough in a somewhat similar situation she took advantage of the opportunity and slipped her well-lubed finger all the way into his backside. The tight muscle clenched her finger in panic and Bi-Han was very angry and unhappy about her doing it, cussing at her even. She didn’t stop though but withdrew her finger a little just to find his prostate. She played with it persistently until his hard cock started to leak on the floor and he got carried away enough to start riding her finger, his tune changed completely. But getting to that part is never easy with him, never without a lot of fuss from him.
He always complains when she fingers him or inserts a plug into him but she’s done it nearly half of the times he’s come to her within the last few months. She’s even fucked him with a strap-on once when she managed to make him stop tensing up the way he almost always does when she touches his bottom.
But a strap-on is a bit impersonal even though she likes to use those things.
Sareena waits for him to relax a little as her hands keep stroking before she decides to try something different. Maybe she’s in a special mood or maybe he looks especially gorgeous at her mercy tonight. “Bi-Han, you’ve already figured out what I am. I know you have. There’s something new I want to show you tonight.” She presses her groin against his cheeks and he doesn’t try to move away this time. She doesn’t tell him that her idea might frighten him because he hates to admit that anything scares him anyway.
She positions herself to his right where his face is turned so that he can see her well and exposes her pussy for his eyes. At first he looks uneasy, really surprised and even cute and shy trying to look away. She never wears much clothes and doesn’t leave much to anyone’s imagination but she never completely bares her breasts, butt let alone genitals for her customers so he wasn't expecting anything like this.
She doesn’t tease him for his cute reaction though because she has so much more in store for him. She watches his eyes widening in shock as he’s watching her spreading her pussy lips and her clit starting to grow, bigger and bigger. A bizarre thing for any human to see. When it stops it looks like something in between an erect male cock and a grossly large clit in colour resembling the latter more than the former. Because it is the latter. Except it’s a bit redder and some would say more– demonic-looking if they knew who Sareena really is. It doesn’t look very pretty too and many would scream in fear seeing it.
“Are you afraid, Bi-Han?” she knows he won’t admit it anyway. “I want to put this into you this time instead of a toy” she says not beating about the bush. He shakes his head immediately, the very idea not sitting well at all. “No? You don’t want me to be in you? A real part of me? Colour?” she asks. The “scary” part of her is hidden from his view now, she doesn’t want him to feel pressured. He looks as if it pains him to answer so he’s silent for several long moments. “Yellow” he finally manages quietly.
Proceed slowly, with a lot of caution.
Sareena is behind him again stroking his gorgeous body, soothing the damage she’s done to it tonight but always avoiding the more painful welts. He’s vigilant at first but starts to relax a little especially when her hands stroke his front where the surface of his skin is unharmed, tease his quickly hardening nipples, his stomach, then tease the area around his cock but not touching the cock itself yet.
She can’t see it standing behind him and the X-cross doesn’t really let her unless she turns his hips a little but she thinks he’s at least half-hard already. The way he breathes betrays him. His eyes are closed. She kisses the side of his neck. She rarely puts her mouth on him though she’s enthusiastically teased his nipples once with her tongue to get them hard for the nipple clamps and took a bit more time than necessary doing it– it made more than just his nipples very hard. He seems surprised and opens his eyes just for a moment. This time she touches him with her mouth just because she wants to and there’s no other reason.
Mindful of his injuries the demon presses herself a little harder against him and her enlarged clit– or dick or whatever a human would call it, she doesn’t care– presses against him too. He flinches a little. This part of her may be hotter than a regular human’s skin, just a little bit. Her lips touch his ear and she whispers: “Do you feel it?” she rubs it against him a little. It feels so good to touch his skin with it. “I want to put it as deep into you as it can go and stretch your tight little hole wide around it.” Bi-Han shivers at her words. “I’ve already done it with toys more than once anyway and you let me” Not that that was easy! Yes, she’s finger-fucked him too but it’s not the same either. “But I can’t feel a toy in you, I can only imagine how good you’d feel impaled on my flesh. If you want it to hurt I’ll make it hurt but I’d rather you enjoyed it. Let me take and own you. Let me enjoy you.” He doesn’t come to her only to receive pain and punishment, giving up his control plays a big part too even when he’s very uncooperative about it. As she speaks her fingertip brushes against his tightly clenched anus and circles it. Hs cheeks are tense but slowly relaxing. “This will dilate so nicely around me–”
When she gets him a little more relaxed she opens the tube, applies some lube, presses her fingertip a little harder into him and doesn’t move for a few moments enjoying the feeling of his twitching opening. His initial reaction is to tense up more and his breathing quickens. He gives her an indignant side glance. It’s nothing new to Sareena. She just needs to be patient even though the darker part of her wonders what it would’ve been like to just impale him on her “dick” in one go and rail him hard while he screams and writhes. She wouldn’t do anything like that. Patiently she loosens the tight ring and slowly inserts her whole finger into him. He groans quietly and presses his forehead to the smooth surface of the X-frame, he’s giving up the resistance slowly. She adds another finger and stretches him a bit more.
The lube feels cold on her almost hot flesh when Sareena spreads it over it and applies more of it on the tip.
Bi-Han knows what’s going on when she pulls her fingers out of him and something else touches him between his cheeks, she knows he’s aware what she’s doing. He barely breathes when she carefully presses in. Maybe deep inside he’s horrified but he doesn’t fight it.
She penetrates his bottom slowly. She knows he’s not in pain from it but his back and butt cheeks are very tense. She strokes them soothingly and murmurs encouragements. The deeper she goes the easier her “dick” slides into the quivering orifice. She stops only when it’s fully inside. He’s not the first person she’s ever fucked but damn, it’s been a while and everything feels so tight and cozy inside him.
But Sareena wants to be even deeper, she can’t resist so she makes her enormous clit grow just a little more inside him reaching its full size because she tricked him a bit by not showing him that it can get slightly bigger than what she allowed him to see not by much but still. He grunts and it almost feels as if he’s trying to get away. If he does he stops himself. Or maybe her hands on his hips ground him.
“Shhh– I know you can take it. Be good for me, don’t clench up” even though it feels nice when he does. Her “dick” is bigger than the strap-on she used before, for him she purposely chose the one that wasn’t big because she knew it would not be easy for him to take.
The man is trembling all over when she starts to move. He’s very tight so she continues to be patient. It’s so hard for him to give up his control. Sareena can tell everything in him protests but with each slow drag of her “dick” against his prostate the protests both audible and internal quieten down more and more. He’s relaxing and submitting to her.
Curious, she touches his cock and finds it rock hard. And still all this fuss!? It makes her start moving harder and a little faster instead of coddling him some more.
Panting he sticks his backside out a bit to make the access better, to Sareena’s delight. “Oh yeah, just like this– You’re taking me so well” she breathes. She murmurs more words of praise while she bares her breasts, presses them against his back, her nipples hard and adjusts the angle to hit his prostate with every thrust. All of it makes him weak in the knees and he sounds more desperate. She almost wishes she was fucking him on a bench with him on his hands and knees or if not for the welts, on his back with her on top of him between his legs securely tied in a frogtie and spread. And she will because she fully intends to fuck him again, many times. For now this is perfect the way it is and she’s enjoying this man so much, plowing him like there’s no tomorrow.
She looks down sometimes to see her hard flesh fully disappearing between his cheeks, deep into him. The sight of it turns her on even more, makes her feel even happier too. Among other things this feels like a conquest.
She wants to make sure she doesn’t cum before he does so she takes his hard cock in her hand again. She doesn’t actively jerks him off because she wants him to focus more on the sensations of her inside him but she speeds things up by stroking him a bit.
Bi-Han growls and groans and comes undone in her arms when she snaps her hips hard, he arches his back and pulls at the restraints. Sareena gasps when his tight hole clenches up hard around her sensitive appendage and orgasms together with him. She rides it out a bit.
They stay like this for some time, she’s still holding him. Then she pulls out of him and lets her clit slowly go back to its normal size. She straightens her clothes and smooths her hair down. Next, she unfastens Bi-Han’s restraints freeing him.
There isn’t even a question whether Sareena should or shouldn’t walk him out the door when he’s like this. After already coming to her in a bad state and after everything she’s put him through he’s extremely exhausted, the crazy burst of adrenaline during the electric torture alone was a big deal. Besides many humans become sleepy after having sex.
She likes feeling his tired body leaning on her. He’s very obedient when she cleans him up, gives him some water to drink then leads him to another room and makes him lie down on a sofa on his side, carefully avoiding putting any pressure on his injuries. He’s already quite stiff because of them even though he can tolerate more than your average human. It’ll feel worse tomorrow.
Sareena puts a soft pillow under his head and covers him with a light quilt. He’s trying to fight his sleepiness but if he even wants to show his usual attitude he either doesn’t dare or is too tired. She unties his hair and combs it with her fingers, every motion gentle. “Sleep, Bi-Han” she whispers. His eyes close. She knows it will be a while before he wakes up.
She wants to keep him for a little while longer and not entirely for selfless reasons: if she gets to use his backside for her pleasure again the next day before he leaves it would be perfect. His body will be very sore and she’ll take care of him, who knows, maybe it’ll lead to comfort sex? If not, sooner or later he’ll come back for more anyway.