She waits.
In silence, in darkness, still and calm, she waits.
She waits.
On her knees, head bowed, eyes softly closed, arms hanging loosely by her sides, the backs of her hands lightly brushing the pile of the carpet.
And still she waits.
He has ordered it. She yearns to please him, to demonstrate her devotion. He asks, she does.
He had been here. He dressed her in stockings that laced around her milky smooth thighs.
She waits.
Remembering the gentle touch of his fingers as he tightened the laces, checked the sheer black sheaths were secure. She remembers how his hand slid possessively down her leg, urging her to raise one foot, then the other as he had her step into her silky black thong. He had secured the black bra across her back, brushing her nipples lightly before encasing them in the fabric.
She waits.
Remembering. Her nipples respond as if he still caresses them.
In a soft voice he told her how beautiful she looked, with her red hair cascading over her shoulders, her ample tits held proud on display in the balconette bra. She had blushed, had peeked at him from under her eyelashes as he had caressed her cheek.
His hand had moved from her face to her hair, stroking her. Her knees had trembled as he rubbed his hand over her head and down the length of her hair, repeating the motion. Her head tilting into his touch like a cat.
His gentle touch had became firmer, until it was a pressure on her crown, inexorably forcing her lower. Her knees, shins and tops of her feet made contact with the deep pile of the carpet.
Automatically she had responded as she settled to her knees: full ripe lips falling open hungrily, tongue extending and hands clasping in the small of her back. Her mouth almost in contact with his upper thigh, eyes fixed greedily on the bulge adjacent to her face.
“Good girl”, he had murmured, the words sending a thrill through her, warming her core.
“Release your arms, sit back on your heels, close your eyes!”
She had obeyed immediately, despite her confusion. She had trusted and complied.
“Wait!”, he had ordered sharply, and she had heard him leave the room.
She waits.
Time is immeasurable, have 15 minutes passed, an hour, longer?
She waits.
The silence is no longer silence. Straining her ears for any indication of his presence. Random noises intrude, the hum of the heating, the muted thrum of traffic outside, a dog barking somewhere in the distance.
She waits.
Tuning out these irrelevant distractions, listening for his step, for his breath, for the clinking of the buckle & the slither of his belt sliding out of his belt loops.
She waits.
Mind and body now focused on the thought of his belt and what he might do with it if she disobeys. Her body craves him, craves his touch, craves his discipline. But…
She waits.
Nipples tormented by the fabric of her bra, the sensitive nubs straining to be free, swollen with arousal.
She waits.
Heat building between her legs. The thin fabric of her panties growing heavy with moisture.
She waits and wants and craves. Hot juices pool between her thighs as she pictures his return.
She waits.
Imagines him palming her sex to check her readiness for him. Which only makes her wetter and hotter.
She waits.
In an agony of anticipation, lust burning in her. Temptation now entering her mind.
She waits.
Knowing that to give in to temptation, to move, to touch herself would displease him.
She waits.
The voice in her head tempting her to just wiggle slightly, get a little friction, a little pressure on her aching clit. But she waits, she resists, she trusts, she obeys. For once, she wants to be a Good Girl.
She waits.
Time is irrelevant. Other sensations make themselves known. A cool draught raises goosebumps on her arms. Her hair brushing her shoulders gently tickles her skin. Her feet tingling and muscles in her legs threatening to cramp as she kneels.
She breathes deeply and slowly, flexes her toes, contracts and relaxes her calves, hamstrings and quads in turn.
She waits.
Mind focused on her body, directing her whole self in meditation and relaxation, breathing slow and even. The burning desire in her core still builds and torments, she absorbs it, welcomes it. Feels it.
She waits.
Body ablaze with sensations, skin feeling like ice and fire simultaneously, thighs sticky with the proof of her desire. Even without moving, without touching she can feel a throbbing pulse building in her pussy.
She waits.
Trying to stay relaxed, on the edge of orgasm, resisting her body’s urge. Her breathing no longer as steady and slow as the pressure builds.
“That’s my good girl”. The sound shocks her, the words thrill her, she is no longer waiting. She can’t stop it, she lets herself go, cumming with a quiet tremble, careful not to move or speak.
He lifts her up on unsteady legs, scooping her into his arms. She can feel his bare skin against hers, heat radiating from him. He lays her face down onto the bed. His hand presses between her legs and he moans in appreciation, before he slides the panties down her thighs and off.
He unhooks the bra, sliding the straps off her shoulders, reaching under her to pinch each nipple sharply as he frees her breasts.
She feels his firm grip on a stocking-clad ankle pulling her foot toward the bedpost, then thrills as she feels him tighten a leather cuff there. He repeats the process with the other leg. She is exposed, legs stretched wide, on display for him.
He takes one of her arms, kisses her fingers, strokes the soft skin of her underarm, making her shiver and tingle, as he wraps her wrist in leather and tethers it tightly. He moves to the other arm, sucks on her fingers then guides her hand to his body.
Her hand circles his hard hot cock, she explores with her fingernails and fingertips, along his shaft and over his smooth sac. He kneels up beside her face and she twists her body as best she can within her restraints to seek him with her mouth. He slides slowly and deeply between her lips, her tongue fluttering against his length, mouth warm and wet, sucking him in. A firm hand grasps a fistful of hair, holding her steady as he slowly pumps into her mouth, long slow thrusts. His cock growing even harder, nudging the back of her throat. He presses deep inside her throat for a moment, knowing the precise moment to allow her to breathe again. He withdraws, releases her head and returns to her free wrist, efficiently securing it.
She trembles, skin still hypersensitive from her wait. Still waiting in anticipation of what is to come. She nearly squeals as something light and soft traces a path from her wrist to her underarm down her flank and over her back onto her firm round buttocks. Then it’s gone.
“Hips up!” comes the order. She raises her hips with difficulty, stretched as she is. A pillow slid underneath her, leaving her ass raised in the air. She didn’t think she could be more exposed. The implement returns, gently teasing the skin of her lower back, cheeks, backs of her thighs, her inner thighs. Her hips gyrate slowly, trying to increase the contact. “Don’t fucking move!”, his voice a soft growl caressing her ears. She stills, frustration and desire pulsing through her. Finally the tip of the crop lightly touches her hot swollen clit, slides up over her ripe dripping pussy, over the sensitive skin beyond, tickling her puckered asshole and rising to the top of her cheeks. Again, and again and again this teasing touch strokes her, stokes her need. Tension in her limbs, fingers and toes clenching and unclenching as she endures, careful not to move. Panting quietly with want.
It is removed, leaving her bereft and wanting, waiting once more. She can hear him stepping softly around the bed. Then a swish, cool air brushing her skin an instant before the sharp sting of the crop lands across her ass cheeks. She hisses as she absorbs the stings, the pain being converted into pleasure that rushes through her body, relaxing her.
He watches as her shoulders soften, fingers loosen. Another strike, he admires the red stripes forming on her pale smooth skin. Another. He marvels as she softens further, as her pussy glistens and drips with her juices. A fourth strike, harder than the others, draws a gasp from her, body tightening, head lifting with the immediate pain then the sigh as she melts into the bed again. Ten in total, he thinks, as he resumes lightly stroking her with the soft feathery tip of the crop. Pushing it a little way into her tight hot swollen hole. Teasing her, keeping her needy and greedy.
She moans with yearning and his cock responds, twitching, urging him to hurry, to bury himself inside her tight hot wetness, to claim her once again. First though, will mark her as his.
Another strike and another, and another in quick succession, no time to process each individually. He turns her head to search her eyes, checking in, and smiles approvingly at her as her unfocused gaze finds his & a slow satisfied grin lights up her face.
He lets her head drop again & adjusts his aim. The next strike finds its mark on the tender skin of her inner thigh. Her body almost lifts from the bed as she squeals. He chuckles, dipping his fingers to her moisture, smearing it over her other leg. She knows what’s coming now, she’s mewling, moaning. He can see her fight herself, tensing with anticipation then forcing her body to soften. Relaxing takes some of the sting out. But, what a sting it will be.
She waits.
He makes her wait, enjoying her squirming body, watching the muscles in her legs & back ripple, most of all relishing the sight of her glistening, swollen labia, propped up on the pillow. Such a tempting target. He grins as the crop finds the other thigh, a harsh crack on the dampened skin.
The rod of the crop smacks along the length of her slit for the final blow. The leather keeper delivering a sharp sting to the hood of her swollen clit. A high pitched whine is her response. “That’s it. Well done” His voice strained with longing and admiration.
Her skin is red and welts are starting to rise on her backside & thighs. He lays the crop aside, bends to her tender flesh, kissing the marks, fingers rubbing gently over the redness, feeling the heat, letting her settle with the residual pain. Your fingers caress the most sensitive flesh, coaxing her towards release through the pain. She pleads, a small quiet urgent whimper “please sir.”
“Sssh” he whispers. She is in torment, wanting him to fill her, to bring her release.
The mattress shifts as he climbs onto the bed. She feels him settle between her outstretched legs, his hands brush her sides as he braces himself over her. Soft kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders making her tremble even more.
He lowers his body over hers, heat floods her as his chest rubs against her back. She feels his hard length nudging against her thigh. She can’t help herself, she wriggles slightly, so the tip of his cock is pressing against her waiting wetness. A short pause, another eternity of waiting…
and then he slides into her, slowly, smoothly, she feels every inch as he stretches & fills her. Pushing deeply, she hears him groan as her body grips him. Pussy walls clenching around his length. He moves with long slow thrusts, stoking the heat between them. His hand gripping her shoulders as he lays over her. His control amazes her as she simply takes him, unable to move under his weight and in her restraints.
He rises from her, his arm snakes round her waist, pulling her hips as high as the straining tethers and her stretched limbs will allow. His other hand grabs a handful of her hair pulling her head back as he thrusts with more urgency. She is completely immobilised as he pounds into her, the sensation spurring on the orgasm hovering in her core. His cock fills her, his balls slapping against her skin as he rides her relentlessly. His breathing heavy and fast as he assaults her.
“So fucking good”, he moans, “come for me baby, let it go”. He thrills as he feels her quiver and pulsate around him, heat and moisture impossibly increasing. A final thrust as he buries himself inside her, holding her body tightly against him as he releases his load. He drops her hair as he bends over her, letting her throbbing pussy milk him dry. Each shudder from her drawing more from him, his balls aching as they empty, a feeling of ecstasy coursing through him. Leaving them both limp and spent as he lays over her once more, resting inside her core.
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