She looked good in her new underwear: a white and lacy bra pushing her large breasts up and together, French knickers highlighting the delicious curves of her cute arse. Her red hair hung loose around her pretty face, brushing her shoulders. She looked innocent and sweet - ready to be corrupted!
I walked slowly towards her, maintaining eye contact as I drew closer. She parted her lips slightly and lent forward to kiss me. Quick as a flash, I thrust a hand forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head to one side. She gasped as I pushed my mouth roughly against hers, my stubbled chin scratching at her delicate skin. Tangling her hair in my fingers I growled into her ear, "Lay on the fucking bed. Now."
Deliberately and provocatively, she sauntered over to the four-poster. Her pert posterior wiggled as she walked, her hair flicking from side to side as she looked seductively over her shoulder. She clambered onto the high mattress, round arse high in the air. I took five purposeful strides over to the bed and grabbed her roughly. "Don't fuck me about, Chloe. I'm in charge here. Lie down and don't play any fucking games with me."
Chastened, she lay back on the bed with a pathetic pout. I grabbed her left wrist, then her right, pinioning them behind her head. Reaching behind the headboard I pulled out the leather restraints and looped them around her wrists. I pulled them tight enough to hurt and secured her to the posts. Just as quickly, I moved to the bottom of the bed, spread her long legs wide and fastened her ankles to the bottom bedposts. She looked so fucking hot: beautiful soft underwear, flame-red hair spread out over the white pillows, limbs spread-eagled and pinned to each corner of the bed.
Reaching underneath the mattress I pulled out a leather-handled suede flogger. I trailed it gently up her left leg, from foot to thigh. Chloe moaned, her breathing heavy as I reached her hip, tummy and tits. I continued to tickle and tease her, swirling and moving the fronds of the flogger over her prone body. Then, with a flick of the wrist I cracked the flogger down over the top of her thighs. She squealed and her body tightened. Another flick of the wrist across her taut tummy elicited another squeal. Over and over I flicked and whipped her – never hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough to ensure a criss-cross of tingling red marks over her pale body.
I stopped, ready to implement the next stage of my plan and her tense body began to relax. I moved onto the bed, straddling her with my knees planted either side of her hips. Leaning down, I pulled her hair hard, exposing her neck which I kissed hungrily. My hands roughly squeezed her large breasts, pushing them together and massaging them through her underwear. "Undress me," she begged.
With Chloe shackled to the bed, there was no way to remove her pants and bra without untying her – and there was no way that was going to happen. Instead, I pulled the cups of her bra down over her breasts. Chloe had an outrageous 32dd chest with beautifully pale pink nipples. I sunk my mouth over her tits, sucking them hard the way she liked it. My teeth clamped hard around a nipple, flickering my wet tongue over it as I sucked it hard into my mouth.