Beautifull, Fallen Butterfly

Ok, this is my first story ever on AFF, so please review! This may be a one shot, but if you want, I will continue it. Anyways, here you go, enjoy my sadistic side!

White and Crimson – Chapter 1 Servitude.
He walked along the cool corridor of Chang Cang Castle, Wei had been victorious and succeded in defending the important post from Shu, thanks to Sima Yi. As thoughts of the purple-clad stratagist came into his mind, He smiled; he truely admired the man, for both his shap wit and his beauty. No one ever seemed to notice how magnificent Yi looked, how his smooth, unmarred, pale face gazed over various plans, nor how his long, elegant figers held his feather fan. But Zhang He did.
He sighed as he continued his walk round the dark halls when sudden footfalls brought him out of his stupour; "Lord Zhang He, Master Sima Yi wishes to see you in his quaters." It was a servant, and He raised a thin eyebrow, but nodded and the man hurried away. 'Well why would Lord Sima Yi wish to see me?' He thought as he neared the door to the strategist's chambers. With a deep breath, he knocked on the door. There was silence for a moment then,
"Enter." He opened the door slowly and stepped inside. Fpr a moment, Yi didn't achknowlage him, but eventuall, he turned and gave He the smirk he gave soldiers before he killed them. It made He shudder slightly.
"You, err, you wanted to see me Lord?" Yi's grin widened and he sat on a large chair before speaking;
"He, come sit by me." He didn't understand what he was being asked to do, there were no other chairs in the room after all. His confusion must have shown on his face, as Yi laughed, a slightly eerie, melodic sound that made He shiver again. "Come close, I promise I wont bite." 'Too hard' He thought to himslef. He gulped and walked forward untill he was standing less than a meter away from the sneering stratagist, who had a slightly triumphant look on his face.
Yi lifted a finger and beckoned He closer, who was feeling rather hot and restricted in his tight leggings. He leaned forwards untill ther faces were almost touching. "Do you know why I summoneed you here?"
"N-No, Lord Sima Yi..." He managed to mutter
"Perhaps this will clear some things up fpr you." Wiht that Yi brought up bt his hands and pulled He towards him in a brusing kiss, forcing his tongue into He's mouth, tasting him.
HE'S POV
I have never been in this position before as I am bent forwards, falling into a dominant kiss. But the need for air forces us to break apart. He is sat there, smug as ever, "Did that help?" He asked. I couldn't speak to I simply nodded. He stood suddenly, making me fall backwards onto the large desk, he laughes before desending on me again. Hia ministrations are most... erotic, he kisses me again with a passion and lust for dominance I have never known, and I am all too willing to let him be in control. He moves hims right hand and grasps my wrists above my head, eliminatling any movenent I had. His other hand works fast to remove hy shirt, which quickly finds its wy to the floor. I moan as he takes his mouth off mine and begins to suckle my neck, beofre suddenly biting down, hard. The sharp pain makes me cry out in please, and he licks up the red drops of blood that are released.
I think I enjoy pain as much as he enjoys giving it, it is fairly strange, but I don’t care. I dont notice anything as he leads me over to the large bed in the corner, and only when my body hits the silken sheets, his body pressed full against mine do I realise; I am about to bed Sima Yi. I look into his eyes and the look in them terrifyes me. It is a look of pure lust, and I have a gut feeling that blood will be spilt before this is done... and my guts are usually right. His mouth continues on it's journey down my body, and I realise that the hand that had been carresing my chest has gone, thought my arms are still captive. I gasp suddeny as he sits up and I see the thin whip he has in his handm and I swallow with a mixture of nerves and want. He grins down at me as he brings the whip down hard on my chest. I hiss and arch my back into the feeling, before he lets the bite of leather hit my flesh again, harder this time, making me cry out. As the blows continue to rain down, I can feel him growing hard through his trousers.
He always seemed a little… sadistic, but even I could not believe he could be so much so. The whipe eventuall stops coming down, and I feel a rope 'collor' being fasterned round my neck. Suddenly, he stands and quickly undresses, and I gasp at his large arousal. He kneels on the bed and tugs at my collar, the marvolous submissive that I am, I obey and I kneel between his spread thighs, He mutteres to me,
"You know you are beautiful.”
I smile inwardly at the comment, and then I feel his hands in my hair, pulling the butterfly clip to free my ponytail. He always said that my dark hair looked better down, but I never wore it openly like that… It was for him only.
I take the head of his penis into my mouth and work my way down until he touches my throat. And then move back up to do it all over again, while I squeeze the base of his cock between my thumb and forefinger.
"I think others would appreciate your talents" My mouth goes slack for a moment; 'What! Shourly he is not going to sell my, no, he could not be THAT cruel...' He seemed to have noticed my sudden lack of enthusiasm, as he chuckles and tugs the rope, pulling my head up sharply, and pulling my back straight, so that our faces are inches apart. His arousal falls from my mouth as he stares deep into my eyes, “Ah, do not worry my little slave, I would never let you go.” He speaks those words with so much venom and dark promises that I feel a pang of fear slice through me as his magic would. He laughes again at the flicker of fear that must have crossed my face, before tying my collor to the headborad, streching my neck, followed byt tying each of my wrists to the bedposts, and, after hurridly removing my pants and smirking at my arousal, ties my legs, eliminating any chance of escape, before leaning over me on all fours. “Do you like this?”
“Yes, Y-.” He narrowes his eyes dangerosly and he snarls,
"Under these circumstances, you will call me Mast, understood?"
"Yes... Master."I bite my lip slightly, it is unlike me to be this submissive, and yet... I feel different with Yi. He captures my lips in one of his brutal kisses. He does not ask for entrance, his skilled tongue probes my mouth, tasting every fibre of me, before he breaks the kiss. He leans along the entire length of my body, making my wimper wth need as out bare arousals brush together, to whisper in my ear, “Beg me for it He... tell me how much you want me.” I look into his dark emerald eyes, and I cannot resist... who could?
“Master… please, I want you. I need you…” I murmur. He pulls sharply on my hair, making my cry as my bonds cut slightly into my skin,
“Louder…” He teases as he leans back, pulling my body closer to him, causing my bonds to burn and cut my wrists even more and making me fight for breath. I can hardly speak because of the tightening rope round my throat,
“Master! Pleeease!!” I manage to yell. As he moves his throbbing cock to my entrance, he teases me yet again,
“Please what butterfly?” Something snaps inside me, and I cant help but cry for him,
“Please, take me!!!” My Lord smirks and with one, powerful thrust, he is inside me, wiht no preparation.
I cry at the sudden pain coursing through my body, and I jerk up against my bonds, causing them to dig deeper into my already bruised skin. The cruel ‘collar’ snaps my head back and he does not move, but his eyes are closed as if he is revelling in my cries and pain. My wrists clench into fists and my legs try to wrap round his waist, and he slowly unties them, allowing me to pull him in deeper. He grins and begins to pound into me, in and out, faster, faster. My head is thrashing violently on the pillows, the rope chocking me even more. He leans onto my body so that our faces are mere millimetres apart. He grabs my chin in an iron-like grip and forces me to look at him. As he slams into me, he keeps saying, “You're mine, butterfly.” Over and over, it is like a twisted tradition that one must never break, and as he nears his release, he grasps my own arousal and begins to pump it in time with his thrusts, this makes tears come to my eyes as he whispers harshly into my ear, “Do not cum yet my fallen butterfly.” I whimper as I tell myself to hold on.
My eyes are clenched shut, which must have displeased him, as he brings his free hand up and slaps me on my cheek. I cry and open my eyes, bloodshot and weeping. This only makes him laugh and he brings his face in front of my own. “You are mine. Say it.” I swallow, and struggle not to close my eyes,
“I... I am y-yours.” I say shakily. He smirks and moves slightly to attack my neck.
He has no tenderness as he bites my skin, not caring if he draws blood. I writhe and plead under him, but it only seems to arouse him more, he stops assaulting my now bleeding and bruised neck, and brings my mouth to his in yet another dominant kiss. He wraps his tongue round mine as if trying to halt its blood flow, before biting my bottom lip sharply, splitting the skin, filling both our mouths with the coppery taste of blood. He pulls away at that point to savour the torment he had done this night, and he pumps my weeping arousal once more, as he still hammers into me.
He speeds up his thrusts, and he sits back up, placing a hand on my hips to hold me still. “Say it.” He orders.
I didn’t know what to say. I apparently thought for too long, as he reached for my ‘collar’ and tightened it. “Say your Master’s name.” Just before he releases into me, I cry out,
“LORD SIMA YI!!!” And he moans as he empties his seed deep inside.
“Cum for me, my beautifull fallen butterfly...” And I cry as I do as he commands, before falling back onto the covers, panting and still hurting from the bonds on my wrists and neck.
When he finally withdraws he has an insane grin on his face. "You have fallen, butterfly, you will always be mine." He speaks these words icily and he rises slowly to his feet and undoes my bonds, leaving the clollor round my neck. I cry freely for the first time that night as I curl into a defensive ball, clutching my wrists and feeling the blood oozibg from my entrence. He then come back to the bed and lays next to me, pulling me back to him by the collor. "My butterfly...mine."
His words are the last things I hear, he cold, hard eyes that last thing I see before I drift into sleep, wondering what will happen when the dawn comes.

WOO!!! That took me *checks watch* two hours to wright, I hope it was good, like I said, please review, if you do, He will do a strip dance for you!
He: I will???
Me:Yes you will!