He stood in the doorway, light shining from behind, the only visible feature was a silhouette in the door frame. She could see the whip dangling from his hand making her legs tremble with anticipation. Collared and bound to the headboard, she stared as he approached. He smacked his leg as he approached her before reaching the edge of the bed where he laid the whip down. Crawling towards her he watched as her pale skin glimmered in the moonlight shining in from a drawn back curtain. Her pale green eyes met his as he sat on his knees in front of her. He stared her up and down for a few moments before leaning in and hovering millimeters from her face.
She longed to touch him, his breath meeting her lips made her salivate as she patiently waited for his touch. Finally, their lips meet, tongues collide as one of his hands slipped behind her head, tugging firmly on her hair pulling her head back. Her soft skin erupted in goosebumps as the other hand softly slid down her side over her ribs, partially tickling, making her quiver. She exhales a long breath as she closed her eyes.
“I’m here,” he said in a stern voice, “don’t slip away on me.”
“Are you nervous?”, he asks as he brushed her blonde hair behind her shoulder, exposing her neck.
Voice shaking, “A little bit, yes”, she said faintly.
In one swift movement, he grabbed her by the collar and slammed her against the headboard. Pausing for a moment his eye moved up and down then met hers as he smirked.
Leaning in he whispered in her ear, “You’ll learn some respect before the night is done.”
“Yes sir,” she said, “I’ll remember that.”
Letting loose she straightens back up, her hands on her knees she looks in his eyes.
“How can I please you, Sir?”, she said with a confident voice.
“You can sit there until I tell you otherwise,” he snapped back in rush.
Continuing to run his hands over her body, up and down her legs over her rib cage and up her neck. He unties the strap around her neck letting her top fall and exposing her breasts. He starts kissing her neck, long and deep he sucked over her neck and shoulders. His hands gently moved over each breast, pinching her soft pointy nipples one at a time. His hands wrap around the back of her neck and waist as he pulls her to the end of her rope. Moaning as her pussy meets his thigh he straightens his posture as he moves his knee against her crotch. His knee pushed against her rocked her back and forth as his grip tightened on her hip pulling her harder to his knee.
She moans louder.
“Oh yea,” he said watching her bit her lip, “you like the way I tease you, baby?”
“Yes, master.”, she moaned as she closed her eyes.
“I’m here,” he said to her again as she quickly opened them again.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She mumbled.
“Don’t apologize. Fix it, my sweet little.” He said in a solemn tone.
Arching her back, he moved his hand off her hip and slid it around the lower arch of her back. Grabbing her full waist he sank his lips into her neck, sucking and biting as she moaned. He could feel the heat from her pussy through her underwear as she grinds on his knee. A hand slid from her knee to her masters’ cock in hopes he wouldn’t notice or mind. Immediately stopping he pulled his head back and looked her in the eyes.
“Did I tell you to grab my cock?”, he said with a smirk.
Looking down at the black silk sheets, her heart pound with adrenaline, “No Sir.”, she whispered.
Untying the rope from the headboard he moved it to the front of the collar, grabbing the whip her lead her across the room to his closet. Opening the door and turning on the light to reveal a large walk-in closet in the center sat a cushioned ottoman with rings on each leg.
Pointing the hilt of the whip toward an ottoman, in the center of the closet, he motions with his head for her to approach it. Strapping her ankles and wrists with cuffs to the rings of the ottoman he starts circling her and correcting body positions. He would push down on her ass, then walk to her head and lift her chin, straighten her should on his way back to her ass to fix her lower arch. He pulled out a pair of scissors and cut her underwear off. Pulling them from between her thighs he walks back to her head and stands in front, bends down to eye level and then shoves them into her mouth. Standing in front of her he pulls her hair back into a ponytail. Moving behind her he lets the ends of the whip slide over her skin as he walks toward her ass. The whip lifts from her skin only to meet with a sharp sting on her bare cheeks, she lets out a groan and flinches forward.
He walks to her head, bends down and stares her in the eyes for a moment before whispering, “My sweet little, we are just getting started.”
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