Want of the Unknown

Rose POV
“UGH! YOU BASTARD!” I screamed beyond fury. My feelings were so out of control I could hardly think. I felt the flogger fly down against my bare skin over and over again, screaming in agony with each growing welt. He moved the flogger down now striking at my bare ass as I swore and screamed at him furiously. I refused to call him Master. This is was cruel and unfair. It didn’t make sense to me. He went in quick successions pausing to bring his fingers across my welts forcing me to cringe with his touch. I began to feel a strange sensation building inside me. It was as uncontrollable as the anger and strength. I felt as if my eyes were burning, almost like I could shoot fire from them. With his touch as he slid his finger across the welts and came in closer, I could feel his presence lingering on me each time he moved away, hating him but wanting him all at the same time. “You will call me Master!” he demanded once again. It was if he were forcing my anger out. Maybe this is what he meant by saying I would have to reach my maximum. I felt the strength inside me growing and growing increasingly fast. It was if I would explode. He swung the flogger at me swinging it hard across my back, ass, and the tops of my thighs. The strikes to my thighs were much harder than the rest. “AHHH!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I felt like I was a volcano ready to erupt. Suddenly I felt myself freed from the ropes twisted faster than I could even think myself flinging across the air right into Christian fighting him with all my strength. I think I had him pinned to the ground as he flung me off and I went back at him. I had no control of anything. He shouted something out and before I knew it two more guys were grabbing hold of my arms pulling me off Christian as I fought harder and harder. I didn’t get a good look at them but they were strong, very strong, they pinned me down to the ground, giving Christian breathing room. I was so discombobulated I didn’t know what was happening.
I found myself craving for more of life’s nectar wondering if I went at Christian’s neck. I was pinned down face down with my arms held behind me by one man and my feet and legs by the other. The stone tile would be cool if I could feel cold. Everything was cold, I could feel the welts on my back warm though, but they felt as if they were doing an odd thing. For a moment they stung worse than ever, then suddenly the pain ceased, as if they weren’t even there. One of the strong men said, “Shes healing my lord.” That must’ve been it. It was an odd feeling. I was carried over to the bed still fighting. One man was on each side of me. Christian came and pulled my hair back and poured something into my mouth. It was the nectar I wanted. I was still beyond control even for myself. They held tight to me as I felt the liquid poured inside my mouth. I was still belly against the bed, what felt like a hand came flying down at my ass. I screamed out and fought but it was useless I couldn’t move. “Control it Rose, control it!” Christian demanded. My control was slowly coming back to me. He slammed a few more swats down on my bottom and thighs, causing me to go back and forth between control and no control. What was he trying to do, hadn’t I reached the point he wanted me to? The two other men held me down still, one slowly pouring more of life’s nectar into my mouth. It was soothing as the same time I still wanted to fight unable to fully control my urge. I began to feel this sensations pour through my body. When his hand came down on the back of my thighs and ass the anger soon began to cease but not fully. I wanted his touch more than anything. “Can you control yourself yet Rose!” he said sternly, I still couldn’t. A few more smacks came down. “I’m trying!” I said cringing with each strike as the blood flowed through my veins and the nectar streamed my taste buds. I felt the other two men loosen their grip on me and Christian take hold of me pulling me over his lap. I was laid over his lap still struggling only slightly my entire backside exposed to his liking. Each strike came down faster and harder, then softer and slower, constantly back and forth. I could feel the heat in my ass burning and suddenly cooling. I struggled to try and free myself from his grasp but I was becoming weaker again. I knew that each time a hard strike came down my anger was trying to release uncontrolled. I focused as much as I could fighting off the urge to attack him.
“Rose you must learn to control yourself!” I heard him say with each impact, “Control it,” he said sounding more stern. He must’ve pulled something else out like a paddle or something because the impact felt of a different object. “Be still, control it!” I found part of the bed and gripped to it tightly doing my best to hold back the urge to attack him. I was in pain, but a strange feeling continued to swarm through my body. It made no sense. More and more I wanted him, I wanted Christian, I wanted his touch, and I wanted him inside me. The lust grew more and more intense. My senses were sharp, sharper than I was used to. He held me down and before I knew it I felt his fingers slide inside me. They slid easily, he finger thrust in and out slower faster slower faster, spanking my cheeks in between still holding me still.
The touch of his fingers inside me made me moan in gracious desire. I wanted to beg for him to go faster and harder. My mind was scrambled and confused. He spanked me, I hated him, he thrust his cold fingers inside me, I wanted him. It was like an addicting drug. I just couldn’t get enough.
His fingers thrusted faster and harder inside me. With each thrust I could hear the moistness between my legs as I yearned for more and more. He let me move and I flipped over on my back not caring about the sting on my backside. I pulled him in close to me. The sensation I felt was so strong I could’ve pounced him. Instead of anger I felt lust. The want for more was so strong I barely realized what was happening.