She shakes her head. Reaching out, she strokes the leather of my favorite whip. There’s a reverence in her touch. Almost as if the thought of having it mark her has consumed her thoughts.
Her fingers brush over the wood of the cane that lies on the table. It’s a featherlight touch and I can’t stop the thoughts of having her hands on me in the same way. I’m about to say something when she toes off the heels she’s wearing. Leaning down, she scoops them up and pads over to the small dresser where I keep my toys, everything from butt plugs to dildos and clamps. She sets them side by side on the floor and rises to full height, which without her heels is only a mere five-four.
Wordlessly, she unbuttons her blouse, pushing it off her shoulders as she taunts me unknowingly with a striptease that isn’t meant to be erotic, but I find myself rock-hard. There’s no inkling about her movements that shows if she realizes how beautiful, how powerful she is.
When she finally turns to me, she’s dressed in only a pair of sheer blue panties and a bra to match. Her body is curvy, delicious, sexy. Everything about her has my mouth watering to devour her. To taste her sweetness on my tongue, my fingers, and feel her unravel while my cock is buried deep inside her cunt.
She drops to her knees, spreading her legs, with her eyes on the floor before her. My restraint snaps and I close the distance between us. As soon as I step into her line of vision, I crouch down and reach for her chin. Lifting her head so she’s looking directly at me. “You know how to present yourself?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs, the words breathy, in a sensual tone. “I told you, I read a lot.” A small, intimate smile passes her lips, then it’s gone. Our eyes are locked for long moments.
“And you’ve never been owned before?”
She shakes her head.
Relief floods me and I nod. Stepping back, I rake my gaze over her body once more before I question, “You’re sure you want this? You’re not going to run away when I hurt you?”
“No, Sir.”
Two words and I’m about to come in my slacks. It’s been too long and the need that courses through my veins has me hungry. Ravenous. Starving for a taste.
“Stand. Go over to the bench, get those beautiful breasts out, bend at the waist, and spread your legs.”
Without response, just a simple nod, she obeys my command. This woman has been born for this life. Her body exudes it.
Once she’s in position, I unbutton my shirt, pulling it from the waistband of my pants, I shrug it off and allow it to pool behind me. My mind is a mess. Clarity is something of the past when I kneel behind her and inhale her womanly scent.
She’s drenched from her earlier orgasm and from the position I’ve just put her in. Reaching up, I grip her ass and squeeze it hard. A soft whimper escapes her lips, and she pushes back against my hands. She needs this as much as I do. “You’re beautiful, every inch of you, Raina,” my murmur dots her skin with goose bumps and she shivers in my hold.
Leaning in, I run the tip of my nose from the back of her knee up the smooth skin of her thigh. When I reach her sex, I copy the motion on her other leg. The scent of her pussy drugs me. It runs through my veins and I need more. I want to taste her. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties, I tug them from her hips and as they slip down to her knees, I’m awarded with a sight that stops my breath.
Her glistening lips beg me for attention. Pink. Wet. Mine. Once again, I grasp the cheeks of her ass and open her to my gaze. Flattening my tongue, I gently lick from her hooded clit to the forbidden entrance of her ass. Her taste lingers on my tongue, taunting me, knowing I can’t deny how much I want her.
“Please.” Her sigh is music to my ears, but she’s spoken out of turn. Raising my hand, I rain down a swat on her bare ass and a yelp falls from her lips.
“I didn’t ask you to speak. Remember the rules, or you will be punished,” I warn, my tone dripping with dominance. Once she’s quiet, I lap at her core again, reveling in her sweetness. The slickness of her arousal that coats my tongue and I never want to rid myself of it.
Her body shivers and her knees buckle. Holding her up, I rise to full height, towering over her bent form. Having her here in this room with her body for me to use as I wish, her submission is more than intoxicating. It’s got me aching to feel her cunt squeezing my cock.
“Stand, turn, and face me.”
When her blue eyes meet mine, they glisten with desire. Hunger for more. I lean in, brushing my lips, which are wet with her arousal, on hers. Allowing her to taste, smell, and savor the sweetness.
“You like the taste of your pussy on my lips?” I question with an amused stare and she nods. “Words,mio caro.”
“Yes, Sir. I love tasting what you do to me.” She smirks. Sassy little brat. Gripping her hips, I spin her around and press a hand to the small of her back, which has her bending at the waist. Without warning, I rain a swat on her ass, so hard and fast it knocks awhooshof breath from her.
I gift her another and another. Until her skin is red and marked with my hand. My hands stroke the skin, sending ripples through her body. Her knees are barely holding her up and I know what my next step is. She’ll be bound while I test her limits. She’d look so beautiful with my cane marks on her ass. Pretty purple bruises telling her she’s mine. Every time she sits, moves, walks, I want her to remember who she belongs to.
Me.
“Raina, stand. I want you to go over to the table in the corner, near the window. I want you to kneel on the table facing outside.”
Silently, she obeys every word to the T. No argument, no question.
I watch her, in awe of the beauty and perfection. Once she’s kneeling, I step up behind her. With her on the small table, it puts us at the same height.
“Look across the field. There’s nothing and nobody. You’re here alone with me. Only me. Do you feel safe?”