"Tell me what you want."
His voice rings out in the room, echoing off every wall, ringing in her ears as she kneels, feet tucked beneath her, hands bound behind her back. She is naked, save for the rope around her wrists and the satin mask over her eyes. She is trembling, all sensation and want.
"You."
A slap comes across her cheek, harsh, but bearable.
"Tell me again. Proper this time, slut."
"You, please."
She can hear his footsteps as he circles her. Clack, clack, clack
Wingtips on the wooden floor from her left, to her front, to her right, to her front again. She can feel his heat as he bends over her, breathing her in. She can taste his presence in the air.
"Which part of me, little girl?" His tone is deep and playful.
She licks her lips. "All of you. Every part, please."
He smiles as he looks down at his prize, so beautifully bound, so wholly surrendered. She knows he could do anything to her, he could torture her, tease her mercilessly, fuck her red and raw, beat her black and blue...and yet she still trusts him with everything. Fuck if it doesn't make his cock strain to know that.
"Do you want to taste me, slut?"
Her mouth waters immediately. "Oh yes, please."
Her pussy tightens at the sound of his zipper. He pulls it down slowly, one rung at a time, and unfastens the button, shimmying his slacks down around his hips. His cock drools against his boxers, making them wet.
He steps closer to her and stands before her face, cock hard and waiting. "Smell it."