My employer was going to be home any minute and I could not find the cat. The cat that I was supposed to be watching. The cat that had just disappeared into thin air when I turned my back to clean the litter box one last time. I was so screwed. I searched each room of the large penthouse apartment meticulously, going in all but one of the rooms. I had been expressly forbidden from my employer’s bedroom. Which suited me just fine, I had no reason to be in there. I searched each room again before ending up standing in front of the bedroom door once again. It was the only room I hadn’t searched, the door had been shut the entire time I was here, but now it was slightly ajar. Maybe it hadn’t been closed all the way and the cat had been able to push it open? My employer wasn’t home yet and a quick search couldn’t hurt. I just wouldn’t touch anything and he would never know. I pushed the door open just a little more and called softly for the cat. When that didn’t do anything, I opened the door wider and flicked on the light.
The room was painted a deep red, with a large bed against one wall. The room itself was large and beautifully furnished in dark wood. I didn’t have time to drool over the furniture though, I needed to find the animal and get out. I started looking under things, calling the cat’s name and listening hard for even a hint of a meow. I was under the bed, dragging out the fluff ball when a voice spoke behind me, “What are you doing in here?”
Startled, I jumped and banged my head on the bed frame, keeping my hold on the cat, before quickly standing up and looking at my newly arrived employer, presenting it to him, “I, uh, I was looking for the cat…”
His lips quirked like he was trying to hold back a smile, “I see. Well let him go and come out of the bedroom and I’ll pay you.”
Dropping the cat, who then darted out the door, I started to walk out before stopping, having remembered something, “I had a question for you. I found something under the bed and was curious as to why you’d have it in here?” He raised an eyebrow and gestured for me to continue. I dropped back to the floor and reached under the bed, grabbing the item in question. When I stood back up, I watched his expression change from curiosity to horrified surprised before splitting into a grin.
“Ah. Well, I didn’t want you in here for a reason. But since you’ve seemed to have stumbled across my secret anyway. I might as well share it with you,” he laughed and took the riding crop from my hand.
“I don’t understand,” I looked at him confused, “I haven’t seen anything that even hints at you riding horses and you have a riding crop under your bed?”
“Sit down and I’ll try to explain it to you,” he gestured toward the chair and I sat down, “I’m gonna take a shot in the dark here and say that you aren’t a virgin…”
I blushed, I wasn’t, “I don’t see how that’s any of your business…”
“Do you want to know about the riding crop or not?” His lips quirked again as he tried to keep up his serious facade. I nodded and he continued, “Anyway, you aren’t a virgin which means that you have experience in the bedroom. You just don’t have experience in what I like to do in the bedroom.”
I blushed darker, “How would you even know?”
Laughing, he answered, “Well you don’t know what a riding crop is used for, for one. And two, you are too innocent to possibly have any experience outside of just regular sex.” I could hear the tease in his voice. He was trying to rile me up, “I, however, have years of experience. I know how to make you want to obey and keep you safe and I would be happy to teach you since you seem so interested.”
That last part had actually sounded pretty genuine and to be honest I was intrigued, “What would you be teaching me?”
“Have you ever heard of BDSM?” He grinned at me.
Suddenly it came to me, “You want to hit me with the riding crop, don’t you?”
“Not very hard, I promise, it might sting a little and of course you can say no or tell me to stop at any time,” he leaned back against the door frame casually, there was no hurry in his eyes, “I would so like to punish you. I bet you make the best little sounds, whimpers, and squeaks.”
“Punish me?” I gaped at him.
“Well the D does stand for discipline and you did break a rule…” He was teasing again, “But like I said. You have the power here to say yes, you want it or no, you don’t. And if you don’t then that’s that. I’ll pay you and you can leave. But if you want to then I think we will move forward and that you’ll enjoy it. If you would like to continue, take your shirt off and kneel at the foot of the bed.”
I bit at my lip thinking about it. I had heard of this before. I had read something a long time ago and I was still curious. If people liked this it couldn’t be that bad, could it? And he would stop if I asked him to. I stood up and took my T-shirt off, “Okay, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to just see what it’s like.” He moved toward me slowly, looking at me almost… proudly. He waited while I knelt, giving gentle suggestions about what position might be most comfortable and waited for me to be ready. Nervously setting my hands on the bed frame in front of me, I took a deep breath and nodded, giving him permission to start.
The riding crop gently caressed down my back and I flinched, having expected a sting instead of the goosebumps that were now crawling up my skin. The light touches traced my skin, bring up more gooseflesh and causing me to shiver. I heard him chuckle in amusement before a light sting just under my shoulder blade caused me to gasp in surprise. It hadn’t hurt; it was just unexpected. He went back to slowly running the crop up and down my back. I tried to anticipate the next hit, the teasing making me squirm and slowly start to get aroused. Another smack, this one harder, right above a kidney. I arched and a soft whimper escaped. He teased again and then another bite. A shorter time between the two. He was careful to space out the stings, never hitting close to another one, making the pain spread evenly across my back.
Suddenly I felt him close behind me, an arm wrapped around my waist as I was pushed forward, and his mouth was against my skin, soothing the stings. I moaned softly as his lips brushed my hurts, goosebumps rising once again. His lips trailed up my spine before his other hand tangled in my hair and yanked my head to one side, causing me to yelp, so he could kiss me. His mouth was gentle and caressing, unlike his rough hands. I melted into him and then felt the sting of the riding crop once again on my back. He swallowed my groan of pain, turning it into pleasure as he soothed the bite of the crop with his fingers. I was so turned on, heat pulsed between my legs. I was surprised, I hadn’t expected to like this. I hadn’t expected the duality of the pain from the crop and the pleasure of his kisses.
He slowly pulled away, a teasing glint in his eyes, “How about we take this a little farther?”
“What do you mean?” I swallowed, slowly coming down from the high he had given me.
“I want to tie your hands to the bed, make it so you can’t move, and show you more of the crop… I want you to beg for me… You’re already started to get aroused, aren’t you?” His voice was soft, whispered against my ear. I fought back a moan, already blushing at his words. I nodded in permission, and he stood up with one last command, “Don’t move Kitten.”
I stayed completely still, fighting the urge to turn and look at what he was doing. It sounded like he was digging in a drawer, but I couldn’t be sure. Suddenly he was back at my side, a soft rope entangling my wrists as he pulled my hands into the position he wanted them. He tied them the bar of the bed frame, careful of how tight the bindings were and asking constant questions about my comfort. He finished and I pulled experimentally at the ropes. They were tight enough that I wouldn’t be able to work my hands loose, but not so tight that circulation was being cut off. He moved behind me and a soft cloth fell over my eyes. I stiffened slightly, but his voice soothed me, “It’s just a blindfold. It helps to heighten the experience a little… If you want me to remove it I will.”
“No, leave it. I- I like it,” I could almost hear him smile behind me. I did like it, it had opened up a new sense and I understood what he meant by heightened experience. I felt him get up and my breathing stepped up a bit. The riding crop was back in play. He didn’t tease for long this time. It smacked my skin and the resultant sting made me gasp and bite my lip. I wriggled in my bindings as another and another bite joined the first. Two more sharp stings and he was back, soothing with his mouth and hands. The pattern continued for a while, five stings and then him, kissing, licking, and rubbing them away. I was panting and fighting back moans, squirming and arching. I knew my skin was probably bright red, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to continue. But he didn’t.
I could feel him standing behind me, his eyes on my back. I swallowed hard and knew what he was waiting for. “Please…” I breathed softly, blushing furiously under the blindfold.
“Please what?”
“Please don’t stop…” I panted softly. I’d never had to beg before, it was hard.
I heard him move closer to me, his breath soft on my neck, “You’re going to have to be more specific. I want to hear exactly what it is you want.”
I shivered. I thought about what he said. Did I really want more of the crop? Or did I really want him to continue playing with me? I swallowed and the throb between my legs gave me my answer, “Please, I want you…” Suddenly his mouth was on mine and I could feel the bindings around my wrists start to loosen as he untied the intricate knots. Rubbing my hands and making sure that everything was circulating the way it should be, he left the blindfold on and pulled me up before pushing me on to the bed.
He paused, “Are you sure you really want this? We can stop. I can get you cleaned up. We do not have to keep going.”
“I want it… I want you.”
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Part 2? :3