From beneath a thick veil of dark auburn bangs, Alex's crystal blue eyes peered down the sparsely lit stairwell as he pushed the basement door open. Dim light from a single bulb overhead illuminated his smooth, soft features. Clad in a dusty old pair of baggy, black denim jeans, a length of rope coiled in one of the belt loops, his rough, rugged bare feet treaded down the stairs. He felt a certain giddiness, which he did not show outwardly. It had been far too long.
He brushed his thick bangs from his face as he entered into a large, square room, its walls painted a very soft, powdery shade of white, the carpet, deep and lush, colored dark velvet. A short, wide bookcase filled with various erotic novels leaned against the far wall, the top of it lined with thick candles, their flames dancing quietly. Perpendicular from the bookcase was a huge bed with crimson sheets and pillows, its frame made of hard, ornate brass. Various endtables lined the wall, upon each sat huge candles, which burned endlessly, lighting the room warmly and neatly.
Near the bed was a plain hardwood stool, and upon it sat a small, nude woman, sipping ice water from a small glass. Moon was barely 5'0, not frail or fragile looking, but rather harmless in appearance nonetheless. Her hair was long and curly, black as the midnight sky. The skin of her face and body was creamily smooth, attractive and sweet looking. She was indeed rather pale, not deathly so. Around her neck sat a collar, loose, made of very thick black leather. Her breasts, heavy and round with broad areola and perked nipples decorating them, rose and fell slowly in time with her breathing. Her gentle green eyes swung slowly upwards, and smile found her lips as she saw him. She wetted her lips, her tongue sliding over them in slow, sensuous circle.
"Good evening, sweet Master.... I pray the night finds you well?" she remarked in a low, soft voice, neatly setting her glass to the side.
A warm, slightly smug little smile rose in his face, strolling to her stool. Soon, his smooth chest was mere inches from her face. Unable to resist, she kept her emerald eyes locked with his, a coy glimmer shining in them, and tipped her head forward, dragging a very wet lick up his sternum, as far up as her tongue could reach without leaving her seat. He roughly grabbed a handful of her ebony hair and pulled her head back and up forcefully, then crushed her lips with his, a deep kiss, raging with powerful emotion. Her heat surged into his lips and through his body, and he clutched her lower lip between his teeth. He wanted, his stomach twisted into a knot, wanted so badly to force her to the floor and jam fingers and tongue and cock into her holes, to penetrate her, to lavish her flesh with all manner of lick and kiss and caress.
He released her lower lip, looking down at her to see her eyes sparkling with small tears at the corners. Moon was struggling with herself, nearly in vain. Her flesh tingled everywhere, her hands grasped viciously to the edges of the stool as her thighs pulled tightly together. Her feat rested on the legs of the stool and her thighs opened wide once more, wide as possible.
She twitched and felt a pull at her core, and great spreading heat building between her legs. She could not suppress the images of her body bound, tortured and fucked by this gorgeous man. She growled to herself as they flashed over and over in her mind's eye. Her fingers clawed at the edges of the seat as her toes curled. She leaned over, biting her lip but it was too late. A soft cry flowed past her lips, and her cunt released its pleasure, her cum pooling beneath her and dripping from the front edge of the stool as her body shook. Her inhibitions were gone, and she rolled her hips slightly to rub her tingling labia over the warm wood.
"You hunger for my sadism, don't you, sweetness?" he whispered as he watched her dripping fluids. Moon could manage but a weak nod and an almost silent whimper.
Even as he said this, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Blood rushed to his center, his cock swelling to near full erection. His blood was beginning to boil, his mind was going blank of all thoughts but of her and what he wanted to do her delicious form. He groaned beneath his breath as he felt his growing manhood constricted by the jeans he wore. Moon's eyes had opened and were transfixed with a sparkling stare upon the bulge between his legs. She thought her hands would splinter the wood of the stool as she fought to keep herself under control. Her mouth was wet, sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead. She closed her eyes, panting as her mouth fell open.
*Just fuck my mouth now," she thought to herself, groaning, her mouth still open. She knew it was early yet for such a wish, but it remained.
Alex uncoiled the rope from his belt loop, rubbing it gently against her cheek. A sharp cry shot forth from her lips. Legs shaking, she panted even louder.
"Damnit, damnit all ..." she thought to herself, gritting her teeth. She adored the torture, she knew it would all come to a climax that would be both nightmarish and wonderful. Still, an insatiable beast was coming out in her soul, and it was starving for this man who toyed with her so gleefully.
Her eyes stayed shut, tightly when she felt the rough, old rope being strewn over and under her breasts. Another sharp gasp left her as the ropes slid across her tender flesh, and she hissed hard as her master pulled the ropes tight. He kept the rope held tightly, watching as her breasts swelled and turned a bright red. Her nipples were hardened, and angry red. His grip on the rope tightened, her breasts looking positively delicious and perfect to him this way.
The tightness gave ever so slightly, and Moon slowly turned as the rope slacked, lifting one leg up and over the length. She managed to sit on her hands and knees on the stool, a round, soft ass directed at her master. He pulled the rope back gradually, watching with great interest as her labia pursed, then gave way, engulfing the rope A hard groan crept from Moon's mouth and grew to a scream as the rope pressed tighter to the oh so tender flesh of her pussy, her breasts being pulled downward. Alex's fingertips caressed the pale, creamy flesh of her ass, moving in figure eights between each buttock. His fingers stopped at the peak of her right buttock and swiftly his fingernails raked downward, leaving red furrows deep in the flesh.
"Sit up now, sexiness," he said softly. "Cross your wrists behind your back for me."