Denna/Richard---Throne Room, Role Reversal "A Sister of the Agiel" (kinky-times warning)
It excited her to be back where she belonged. Excited her enough that every movement she made in her leathers ground her clit against the seam, making her movements into the Throne Room almost unbearable. It was cool; unseasonably so, for the People’s Palace, which helped, and made her internal fire feel like it was burning hotter, as she walked quietly into the room, summoned by Richard, the newly reigning Lord Rahl. He sat in the chair, and she couldn’t help but be reminded of the many times she saw his brother in it. How many times she’d been asked to serve in front of it.
The thought of serving---of serving the new Lord Rahl sent a thrill through her that settled firmly against the seams of her leathers. Richard was so different than Darken Rahl. Even when Richard was cruel, there were always lines that he wouldn’t cross.
She knelt at his feet, head down, as a sign of loyalty and fealty when addressing her Lord. “How may I serve you, my Lord? What can I do?”
“What services do you feel you can provide to me, Mistress Denna?” Richard asked, almost too softly.
She felt herself twitch against that damnable seam, bringing her an inch closer to the brink. She looked up at him, eyes searching his. The change in the power---him going from her most beloved pet to her Lord had wreaked havoc with the norm, with her mind and heart. She fell in love with him, and with what he could provide for her, were the situation were to move back in her favor. “I am a Mord’Sith, my Lord. I am trained in the ways of pain…and pleasure…” she mumbled, and let him see the vulnerability she knew he needed to see in her, right now.
He leaned forward, grasping her jaw in his rough hand, and slid his fingers against her skin. “I wouldn’t have taken the People’s Palace if it weren’t for your…urging,” he mused, watching her. “How have you enjoyed serving under your sister Cara?”
They both knew she bristled at that. Cara had no business being in the leathers; her hair had been cut by her sisters for good reason. Reason dictated that hers would have also been cut had they been able to find her, for her own betrayals, but she lived a different way from Cara. And Cara had never risen above Denna in her own heart. “It is a…refreshing experience, my Lord. I thank you for allowing me the opportunity.”
“Would you prefer a different type of opportunity? One that you could be more…ah, useful to me?” Richard asked, sounding slightly embarrassed for the first time.
Denna knew this was her opportunity, if she didn’t screw it up. “Of course, my Lord. Your wish, of course, is my command.”
“Then please, Mistress…I…would like to…,” he stumbled for words, and she looked up at him, trying to gauge what he wanted, but couldn’t fathom the look in his eyes. “I’d like to feel your touch again.”
She smiled; this was something she should have expected. She had heard stories of the few pets to have recovered still craving, occasionally, the harshness that was a Sister of the Agiel. Richard was the only pet to survive---to thrive without her. She knew she would be safe.
She slowly rose to her feet, assuming the more dominant role. She took Lord Rahl out of her head, and replaced that idea with the idea of the Seeker, of Richard Cypher…one that was her own. Her Agiel was in her hand before either of them had time to realize she’d drawn it; sliding it along his leg gently, enough to give him the initial shock of pain again, to remind him of what he was asking her to provide. “Why have you not spoken to Cara about the desire for pain?” she asked, as he cried out softly-a noise that she distinctly heard turn into a moan.
“It’s not a Mord’Sith I want. I want my Mistress to do this with me,” he answered, as his hands settled on her warm hips.
Denna began to slowly remove her leathers. This wasn’t a lesson that demanded leathers, nor did it need chains or whips. Her Agiel and her body would be enough, and she would have some of her own relief. He watched her, and when she was nearly out of her clothes, stripped as well, and knelt in front of her. She raised a foot to the seat of the throne, baring her pussy to him. “I believe you should know how to please me,” she said, voice haughty as she turned the Agiel to hit his shoulder, and draw him closer.
He nodded, and let his fingers slip to the silkiness of her thigh, fingers grazing flesh as his face met her body, licking up the taste of her mixed with the taste of leather. She groaned, her free hand sliding through his hair, pinning him to her body as he worked her with his mouth, and eventually his fingers; first an exploration of her to reacquaint himself with her folds, and then to please her eagerly.
As he used his mouth to please her, and her knees started to buckle, she tugged him from her body, and leaned against the throne. “Now, my pet…it’s time to be buried inside me,” she purred, and ignored the sound he made about being forced away from her body. She pushed him roughly into the chair with her Agiel, and angled herself on top of him, both of them crying out at moment of being connected completely, before she moved against him, sending wracking shocks of pain through the Agiel if he moved to keep her pace.
It helped to keep him from reaching his release before she came screaming with hers, dragging him with her. She slumped on him, panting and out of breath, and knew that he’d be asking for more…no, not asking…begging for more.