Sand's Castle

[LyingReflection]

To say he was impressed would be an overstatement, but his expectations were met. That was all Ly needed to see. Without warning, he bucked his leg up and threw her off. She tumbled back to the floor and before she could gather herself up, he had stepped over her again and headed to the doorway. He felt the wet spot on his pantleg as well as the marks she had left on his thigh. It made him grin. She would certainly be a fun toy... for a little while anyway. Without looking back he spoke up again.

"I think I'll take that tour now."

A slight pause as an idea popped into his head.

"Actually..."

He turned back on his heel again, peering down at her, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Before that, find me a collar... something..."

An image moved through his mind, something he had seen before? It was so familiar, close to him in a way he didn't understand.

"Black leather... red hearts."

Ly brought fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose like he had a headache. Where had that picture come from? He was almost certain he'd never seen that before... Quickly he regained his composure, hands falling to his side.

"And a leash... yes, a leash will do nicely."

 

[MaskofSand]

She yelped softly as she fell back to the floor, shivering still from the leftover ache inside her. Her teeth caught her lip as he strode past her, turning her head toward the wall for a moment as she closed her eyes. Had she failed his little test? Her eyes opened slightly as he spoke, requesting the tour finally. She started to get up, hesitating as he spoke again, glancing at him from her current position on her hands and knees.

Something else? His pose was less than welcoming of thoughts pertaining to simple drinks or-

A collar?
She stared at him, the detailed description sending her mind into an inventory of what the Castle held.
"Of course, Mister Ly," she responded softly, standing up and heading for the door. "This way..." Another path down the halls, a long breath drawn in as she walked. She couldn't turn back to look at him. Her heart was going insane, racing so loudly she could hear it in her ears. She still wanted...
No. He asked something of her. Do that.

Another door, creaked open with a gentle push. On each wall were drawers, numerous ones; similar to card catalogs of libraries. "These drawers hold whatever those who enter this room desire. Sometimes they can be a bit... overwhelmed. Things that are not completely expected can manage to seep into them..."
She stood there for a moment, thinking... Only to head to her right, opening one of the drawers. A reddened hue hit her cheeks, quickly closing it. Not it. Try the next one. Nope. This?

There it was. She took out the strap of leather, the inlaid red hearts a contrast against the black.
But he had also requested a leash... And that was not in there.
She finally glanced back at him, the collar clutched tightly in hand as she opened the next drawer. A contrast to the collar; red, with black hearts. Plucking that out as well, she returned to him, holding them out with that same solemn look to her face- but her eyes, anything but. Wild, anxious. Wanting.

"Here you are, Mister Ly."

 

[LyingReflection]

"Curiouser and curiouser..."

Ly whispered to himself as she pulled the collar from the tiny drawer. He glanced past her to the hundreds of other drawers in the room. This place, this castle, was like some kind of dream. The possibilities unfolded in such imaginative ways. The collar and leash were a test to see if she actually could deliver whatever he desired. Him and his little tests. Ly was the careful sort, always had been. It was his other half that was... spontaneous and reckless. It took an endless amount of convincing to get that one to do anything other than what he set his mind on. The fool had always been led around by his heart, where Ly actually used his head. Emotions.. feelings... fleeting things. They caused more trouble than anything.

She pulled out the leash next, a stark contrast to the collar. The man in black brought his hands up and clapped lightly.

"Bravo little one, bravo."

She handed him the leash and he went to take it, glancing to her eyes for a second before he took it from her. It was then that he saw it. The wild reflection. His own emerald eyes narrowed as he pulled his hand back suddenly. He searched those eyes again, glancing from one to the other. There... yes, he saw it now. His hand moved out again, this time to her chest. He placed his palm against her chest to confirm his suspicions. There, as plain as day, her heart pounded in her chest. He peered back up to her and that smirk slithered back out again, crawling up his cheeks. His hand gripped her dress and ripped it away, tossing the ruined fabric aside. He leaned in and licked up her cheek slowly, dragging his tongue along her skin. His hand then moved to her other cheek as his lips sidled along to her ear. He whispered softly.

"I understand now..."

He nibbled on her ear.

"It's going to be fun chipping away that mask of yours."

His hand patted her cheek as he pulled away and started for the door.

"Put the collar on and meet me in the hall."

 

[MaskofSand]

She watched him, waiting for the leather to be taken from her hands... But instead, his sudden withdrawl and curious expression worried her. Had she done something wrong? Was this not what he asked for?

The hand on her chest made her jump, her expression briefly changing- only to take a breath, tighten her lips, and study his face. His faint smile began to draw one from her... But it retreated as his fingers snared into her dress, ripping it from her body harshly. She cringed, but didn't let further cross her face...

At least for the moment.
His tongue, his warmth, his scent.
So close, against her...
His voice.

She whimpered as he spoke, closing her eyes. He thought he understood...?

The touch to her cheek reopened her eyes, watching him go before looking to the collar still in hand. The smile tried to come back, hesitant in its approach. Her hands raised, slipping the leather around her neck, clasping it together and letting her hair fall back over it.
Her fingers danced over the cutouts, against the D ring.
... Why was she crying? She was still smiling...

She looked to her dress, torn and discarded, then took another breath, padding barefoot into the hall.

"Where... Where would you like to start, mister Ly?'

 

[LyingReflection]

"Where... Where would you like to start, mister Ly?"

His back still to her, he spoke sternly.

"Sir. Sir will be fine... and you will start on your hands and knees."

Ly turned on his heel. The leash was stretched tight between his hands, wrapped on both sides around his fingers. He brought his hands in and let it go lax before he whipped them back out again and made the leather snap loudly. That devious smirk pulled at his cheeks. Emerald eyes peered down at her through silver strands.

He waited for her to comply, slowly unwinding the leash from his grasp. When it dangled freely, he stepped forward and snapped the latch onto the metal ring of the collar. He stood up straight again, feeding the leash over his fingers until it went taut.

He cocked his head to the side and looked her over. With an approving grin, he began to circle the girl. His hand lowered to the curve of her ass, his finger tips running over her flesh as he moved. They trailed up her backside and down along her spine to her mid-back. There they continued tracing her curvature until his fingers were roaming between strands of black. There was a gentleness to his touch, a soft caress from his skin to hers.

However, a firm grasp and a tight tug changed all that. He yanked her head up so she was looking at him as he stood before her once more.

"I want to see everything, little doggie."

He released her, sidestepped and moved along to her rear again. His foot met her raised cheek and he pushed her forward with it.

"Move it bitch!"

He let out a loud, self-satisfied chuckle and followed along behind her, holding the leash tightly.

 

[MaskofSand]

"Y... Yes sir." A quick utter of a stammer made it out then, studying him a moment as he turned around, the snap of the leash in his hands reminding her of his request. To the floor, her hands resting on the tiles, her ankles crossed for a moment as she waited for him, her head lowered slightly but her gaze set off to the side.

She could see the leash, his hand outstretched as he let it catch the ring and click its grip. Her eyes closed with that, a soft little coo leaving her lips as his hand roamed during his wander. The castle had a coolness to it, but his hand canceled that out- it felt a thousand times warmer... Wandering, as if mapping out her skin. Her back tingled, shivered. Oh god.

A sharp gasp came as his fingers twined in her hair, forcing her to look up at him, her eyes focused on him- and still that little linger of a smile. She simple nodded at his words, watching him from the corner of her eye as he moved back behind her. The foot to her rear sent her stumbling at first, quickly taking up pace on her hands and knees down the hall.

Well then...

May as well start with familiar. One of the large bedrooms was ahead, one that she liked to claim for herself. Leading him to the door, she stopped before it, settling back on her heels to look back at him. "One of four," She noted softly, pushing open the door and continuing inside. The large bed in the center of the rounded platform, the four posts standing straight to the ceiling... The plush chair to the one side, its large ottoman before it... A chest, beside the bed. Another doorway was off to the side, leading off to the attached bathroom.

She simply waited there, settled at the side of the entryway. "The other bedrooms look... about the same as this. A little different in color... The next floor has the library, my study... And a few old storage rooms." She paused, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the opposite wall. She blushed slightly, quickly looking back to him. "Then there's... downstairs. The main hall, the kitchen, the dining hall... and the overlook, with the pool. The basement is-"

She hesitated.
"The lower floor...," She restarted slowly, "...Is a bit... different from everywhere else."