She stumbled and crashed into the mattress.
"What a good little whore."
Master stalked up behind her. His bare feet were quiet against the floor, but she could still sense the confident saunter and sway in the way he approached her; just from the hushed steps on the wooden boards.
A fist in her hair. An arm around her ribs. As quickly as she had fallen, she was lifted, only to be tossed fully onto the bed. She gasped as she bounced a little on the mattress, but quickly rolled onto her back to watch Master climb onto the bed after her.
His eyes sparkled with something comforting and ominous when his gaze met hers. A small smirk twitched its way across his lips before he shifted his attention from her eyes. Across her face, down her neck, along her body splayed haphazardly on their bed, his eyes traced her form before coming to rest on the place that her skirt had covered only moments ago. He smiled wider.
"Fucking slut, I bet you didn't wear panties all day, did you?"
She shook her head, instinctively closing her legs and reaching to pull the skirt back down over herself. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist before she could regain any semblance of modesty. Moving further up the bed, he used his other hand to pry her knees apart and make a space for him.
"I didn't tell you to cover up, you little bitch."
His hand left her knee and trailed down to her pussy.
"Look how wet you are for me. Just like a good little whore. So eager to take me already, aren't you?"
She nodded, blushing furiously. Warmth shot up across her body, emanating from the light strokes Master laid on her pussy.
"Eager."
He grinned. An evil look spread across his face.
"But not ready, yet."
His fingers abandoned her pussy, laying a firm smack on the inside of her thigh, causing her to gasp and jump slightly. Another smack. Her thigh clenched in response to the sensation, and she let out a small moan. Again, in the same spot. And again. And again. She began to moan and cry out with each strike, her free hand eventually grasping at his wrist where he held her, digging her fingers in from the pain. A soft petting took place of the slaps as Master examined her and his work. He let out a soft laugh.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my pretty little slut?"
His gaze met hers again as he spoke, and her heart skipped a beat. A moan and a nod were the only answer she could muster.
It seemed that her response was satisfactory, and it was met with a hard smack on her neglected thigh. He struck harder than he had at any point on the first leg, causing a sharp sting from the impact, then grasped her free wrist in his hand. He leaned over slowly and pressed her down into the mattress, crawling over her, coming up to straddle her abdomen. Her hands were slowly but firmly dragged up the bed to the headboard. One hand was placed on the bars, shortly followed by the other.
"Stay."
Master leaned down and laid a rough kiss on her, claiming her lips with his own. Her hips bucked and she moaned against him. But, just as suddenly as he'd started, he slid a hand into her hair to hold her still as he pulled away. She whined and wiggled in protest, but kept her hands in place. It would feel so good in the moment to allow herself to grab him, to draw his face down and make him kiss her again. Maybe she could convince him to fuck her, if she kissed him just right.
But she knew better. She would try and pull him down to her, and she would fail. He would laugh at her, tie her up, and leave her there all night. So she stayed put, just as Master had said, while he leaned towards the nightstand and opened the drawer.
She heard jingling. The sound of rope dragging across the bottom of the drawer. She shivered. A small silver bell was placed in her hand before Master shifted up higher over her body, his bulge inches from her face. Master placed the rope next to her head and reached for his fly. Zipped it down slowly. Slipped his jeans and underwear over his hard cock, freeing himself for her. He grabbed her chin, squeezing her face hard in his grip.
"Open, bitch."
She immediately obeyed, only to have his cock shoved into her mouth, almost all the way to the back. He moaned, paused to push in a little deeper, then pulled out to slam back in again. In and out, he fucked her mouth roughly, occasionally causing her to gag and cutting off her air. He pulled out completely and paused as she coughed and gasped, letting her recover for a moment.
He pulled at her hair and forced her to look him in the eyes.
"Beg me to keep fucking your throat."
He commanded her sternly, his eyes glittering with that fiery excitement she knew all too well. She whimpered; excited, desperate, and afraid to beg for him to keep going.
"P-please, Master! I- I-- I need your cock. I need to taste you and feel you in my throat... Please p--"
He thrust his cock deep inside her mouth. Her stomach tightened, attempting to push out a moan, but she was quickly too full to manage any noise. He pressed deep to the back of her mouth, pausing at the resistance only momentarily before pushing all the way into her throat.
He groaned. Or growled. She honestly really couldn't tell which. Moving with small, rough thrusts, Master claimed her throat. Her pussy twitched with every movement, and she couldn't stop her hips bucking helplessly with nothing there to grind against.
She eagerly swallowed his cock, relishing the sensation of it sliding in and out of her throat. But before too long, she ran out of oxygen. She couldn't breathe, and knocked twice on the bars, making sure to keep her hands in position. Master quickly pulled out, and she gasped and sputtered for air. Drool poured from her lips, running down her flushed face. After taking just a moment, she made eye contact and nodded. Master smirked.
"Good girl." He pet a hand over her hair. "Lick me. Just like a good little slut."
She obeyed, sticking her tongue out and stroking it along the underside of his cock. Her hands were pulled from the bars and adjusted into position. She circled her tongue around the tip and moaned as she felt the rope slip around her wrists. Opened her mouth and closed her lips around him, continuing to swirl her tongue while the rope was wrapped around and around.
He tied off the cuffs he'd created and looped the rope around the headboard. Sliding his cock out from her mouth, he rolled off the bed and stalked towards the toy chest. When he turned around, he held a paddle, a gag, and a spreader bar.
"Ring the bell."
She nodded and did as he commanded, making sure she could easily move her hand properly so that the sound was clear.
He smiled wickedly, climbed back on the bed, and shoved the gag between her lips. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her head up to buckle the article in place, making sure it wasn't too tight. He pet her cheek briefly before his hand began to travel down her neck to her collarbone. He stroked his thumb over her throat, but quickly moved on, going lower and lower, until he reached her stomach.
