She walks out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to get her panties. The door shuts and she turns to see you walking towards her from your hiding spot behind the door. You walk towards her slowly, her pink collar in your hands. She gives you a small smile as you reach up to fasten it around her neck. The leather bites into her skin as she leans up to kiss you. Your mouth is warm and urgent against her soft lips, your tongue flicks into her mouth and her body tenses in anticipation. She pushes her body against yours; you feel her breasts pressed against your chest. Brusquely you turn her around, attaching her leash to the collar. You push her against the bed, bending her over it. Taking her leash in your left hand you hold it to the bed, so she cannot sit up, you take your belt in your right hand and with a loud crack you bring it down against her bare ass. She moans and struggles slightly.
"Shut up. Stop squirming" you command as you bring your belt down again, this time leaving a red mark on her skin. She attempts to sit up but your hand still holds her leash to the bed.
"Naughty girl. I told you to stop squirming. Looks like I will have to teach you how to listen" you say, a cruel grin spreading across your face.
You grab the pink leather cuffs and tighten them around her wrists before commanding her to lie on her back. She abides. You crawl on top of her, your hard cock straining against your pants, you press it against her and she arches her back in longing, rubbing herself against you. Your right hand slides over the side of her thigh, up over her stomach, across her breast – stopping to pinch her nipple between your thumb and forefinger, she closes her eyes and licks her lips, moaning slightly as you lightly pinch her nipple. Your hand slides up to her collared neck and with sudden fierceness you grip her throat
"I told you not to make a sound" you whisper as you hold her throat. "Now I really WILL have to teach you to listen" you say, shaking your head. You let go of her neck and take her cuffed hand – stretching it up over her head. She raises her other arm up to meet it and you take the chain and lock her wrists together around the bedpost.
You reach between her legs, feeling her wetness. She arches her back and gasps as you manipulate her clit with your fingers. You run your finger around her clit, then part her swollen lips and put the tip of your finger against her wet entrance. She bites her lip in anticipation but you do not enter her, instead your fingertip runs around the edges of her pussy. She squirms trying to force your fingers deeper but you do not indulge her. She exhales sharply and lies back, pouting. You smile and lean forward, taking your fingers and running them over her lips, letting her taste herself as she licks her lips. You lean in to kiss her, tasting her off of her own tongue. Your fingers intertwine her hair and you tug it back, exposing her neck.
