The scene started such as any other, with her on her knees while he ran through their check-in. She hardly heard the list of questions, already having answered them all to herself before arriving. She felt sound of mind and body, with no sore spots to keep an eye out for. Her safe words for the scene, as it was not to be complex, were 'Yellow' for if she needed to slow down or breathe and 'Red' for if she needed to stop. She preferred the evening's events to remain a mystery to her until they occurred, and she freely added that she trusted him to take care of her. Her only other concern was one that he already knew, but she restated; an ongoing medical issue had her currently without birth control.
He accepted her answers with a gentle smile. Her excitement was evident in the way she stumbled over her words, trying to get them out as quickly as she had rehearsed in her head and failing when thought met tongue. Her eyes were bright, but unfocused as she was distracted by the possibilities ahead of her.
He kept looking at her, enjoying her soft curves under the simple sweater and leggings she had worn for their date. She squirmed under his gaze, impatient and well aware that she was being teased. Finally, with a soft smile, he nodded once to her. "Undress and put on your collar, then kneel and wait for me."
Clothing thumped against the wall, tossed aside with all haste. Her collar was fetched from her purse, a simple leather strip with a brass plate that declared her to be his. As she knelt, he stripped as well. Aside went the nice shirt, then the under shirt, then the socks. He took his time, enjoying the way the room's warm light hit her skin as she eagerly knelt for him. Now she was still, Settling into her role of obedience like a warm blanket. Safe and warm, but in a way that made you shiver from the contact. He was behind her now, pulling out his box of fun things and retrieving the tools he wished to make use of. Laying them out on the side table in easy reach of the bed, out of her current line of sight. She knew better than to turn and look. She'd asked for a surprise, after all.
Finally, all preparation was complete. He set his hand on her head gently, possessively. He stroked her soft hair as he crouched next to her, placing a kiss on her shoulder. "I'm not going to restrain you tonight, sweetheart. I need you to be able to move. To
struggle
." He watched the goosebumps raise on her spine as she thought about what that might mean. A scene where she fought back? "But I know you love a little bit of rope, and I certainly enjoy the way it looks on you." His voice trailed off as he set a bundle of hemp rope in her lap, dyed a deep purple. It was soft, but had the kind of grip and
bite
that was so essential to good bondage.
Happily, she loosened the bundle and found it's center, presenting it to him silently. He lifted her arms, wrapping the rope around her chest below, then above her breasts. It wove in and out of itself, over her shoulders and about her neck (but not around her neck. He was sadistic, not stupid.) until with a final tug, she wore a complex chest harness. It restrained her breathing slightly, and the rope dug into her skin just enough to make itself constantly known. She was smiling softly by the end, eyes unfocused as she simply enjoyed the sensation.
He broke her from her stupor by threading his fingers into her hair and gripping tightly. Her head fell back and her back arched, a gasp passing her lips an instant before they were covered by his. He watched her eyes flutter closed as she moaned softly into his mouth. Their tongues pressed against each other's, hers exploring tentatively while his shoved it's way into her. They kissed like this for a long minute, his free hand gently stroking her thighs, which parted freely for him. He didn't reward her by touching where he knew she wanted, instead just gripping her inner thigh until he pulled away, leaving her panting softly.
"That's a good girl, already all warmed up for me. Are you ready to service me, pet?"
"Yes Master." She gasped, her whole body reacting to the timbre of his voice. Slick between the legs and flushed from head to breasts, she turned herself to press her face against his thigh, kissing gently. "May I please suck your cock, Master?"
"You may."
She smiled at him, reaching to undo his belt tentatively, testing to see if he would correct her. When he did not, she stripped him of his pants, guiding them all the way to the floor and waiting for him to step out of them before gently tossing them aside. She repeated this with his underwear, passively noting that he was wearing new boxer-briefs that she thought were quite flattering. When his half-hard cock hung free, she made an excited sound at the back of her throat, immediately lifting herself to put it even with her mouth. She made soft noises of happy approval as she gently licked its length. One hand supported her treat, the other rested on his hip to keep her steady and aware of his movements. When his member responded to her tongue and was sufficiently lubricated she greedily sucked it into her mouth. It was too large to easily take the whole things, but she knew that if he wanted her throat he would take it. She shivered and clenched her thighs at the passing thought of him using only her throat that night, leaving her unsatisfied.
He must have felt generous that night, or otherwise needed her to be in a specific physical state, as he merely rested one hand on her head and allowed her to do the work. She knew that without his direct intervention that her oral skills were likely not enough to finish him, but she was glad to take the time to service him how he wished. She alternated primarily between bobbing her head while sucking gently and stroking his shaft with her hand while she slurped at the head. Occasionally she would throw in a twist, like lifting his cock out of her way to lap at his balls while she jerked him off, or pressing his cock into her throat until she gagged and had to stop for air. Listening to the little sounds he made and feeling the way he occasionally twitched, she tried to narrow in on the things that were feeling best for him that night.
A gentle pressure on her forehead stopped her experiment, leaning her head back while she passively continued to stroke his cock with one hand. He was smiling down at her in a way that made her body tense up in preparation for pain, regardless of the soft warmth he seemed to project. When he didn't say anything for a moment, she opened her mouth to ask if he wanted something from her. Before she could speak, she saw his hand move suddenly, and she reflexively flinched, expecting him to strike her. Instead, he gently pushed her hand away from his cock.
"That's enough of that for now, love. Lay on your back on the bed and spread your legs."
She stood slowly, still not sure what was happening. His eyes were telling her that she was in for a treat, but the set of his mouth promised torment. She did her best to push it from her mind before the possibilities made her drip. She laid on the bed, reclining on an offered pillow. He took her hands and raised them to the headboard, her heart beginning to pound as he wrapped leather cuffs around them to chain her hands above her head. With her hands out of the way, he lowered himself between her legs until he could begin to kiss her thighs, working slowly towards her slick folds.
With a deep groan, she settled herself into the pillow and gripped the headboard, preparing herself to be thoroughly teased and denied.
He grinned up at her from between her legs, seeing that she was beginning to catch on to his plans. He wasted no more time on teasing, spreading her open with his thumbs and using the tip of his tongue to trace her folds. She tried not to moan at the pleasure she had been so excited for. With any luck her near silence would spur him to greater lengths. He did not hasten his pace, letting the tip of his tongue explore her until she began to squirm again.
