Fei was having a not good, very bad, terrible day.
The petite brunette was shivering in a corner of Theodore's chilly dorm room, completely naked. She had her hands locked behind her back, her nipples swelling from the cold but half-hidden under her waist-length black hair. It was the middle of November and from her position, she could just see the fresh snow that blanketed the quad from the window but she was sure that Teddy had dragged down the thermoset so that she was as uncomfortable as possible.
She curled and uncurled her toes restlessly on the bare floorboards, wishing that she could have kept her socks on at least. Teddy was in no rush, sorting out her clothes and his toys on his bed. After a few minutes, he looked up at her and gave her that smile that melted so many girls' hearts, his glass-green eyes dancing.
"A little chilly there, darling?"
"No," she gritted out. "I'm fine."
He tsked. "She's too proud to even ask," he said. He held up a pair of her Pilates socks, thick, soft white ones that came halfway up her shapely calves with black stripes at the top. "If you won't ask, I'll just have to serve you, princess."
He came before her and sullenly she looked down, not willing to meet his eyes. Kneeling, he wrapped one hand around her left ankle and lifted her foot, rolling her sock up her leg. Before he let go of her left ankle and took hold of her right, he kissed her leg lightly, just where the sock ended. Socks on her feet, he remained kneeling before gently nudging her legs apart with his big hands.
He spiderwebbed his fingers lightly over her legs, before resting them over her pubic mound, teasingly, achingly close to her cunt. Her teeth began to chatter and he looked up at her, smiling and resting his head lightly against her thigh. "Poor pretty little thing," he said. "Come here."
She followed him to the bed where he'd laid down a few things. A pair of tiny red dolphin shorts with white stripes up the sides. A thin white crop top. A wire coat hanger. A black leather collar and a leash. Red silk ropes.
"Eyes open," he told her, nudging her gently towards the mirror so that she could see herself. She saw a slender young woman, 5'2'' with tan skin, black eyes and hair. The man behind her was a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, green-eyed, with dark blond hair. He looped her hair around his arm, giving a gentle tug as he tied it up with one of her elastics. Efficiently, he took the rope and tied her arms behind her back.
"Too tight?" he asked at one point.
"Just fine," she said, giving an experimental wiggle of her arms. The ropes would burn her wrists but they wouldn't cut off her circulation. The collar went on next, tight enough that she felt it with every exhale, leather against her throat. But not tight enough to choke her - until he yanked.
"Beautiful," he said, bending slightly to kiss the top of her head. "My beautiful girl."
"I live to please you, sir."
He laughed. "So snide, even when she's naked and tied up."
"I can still move," she pointed out.
"Did she want the ball gag?"
Fei bit her lip. "No. I'll shut up."
He moved to the bed and came back with the wire hanger. "You know how this game goes. Count to ten."
His hands were on her ass, gently rubbing and stroking. The first blow was light, to warm her up. She didn't even flinch as she said, "One."
Smack.
"Two."
The fourth was the hardest, making her cry out involuntarily but she still managed to say, "Four." If she missed a number, the count would reset.
"Clever girl."
Smack.
"Five."
It went on to ten and then the count reset again. Once and again.
"Four."
"Your ass does get red, you know. Not as red as it would on my skin, but even so."
Swish.
She flinched but it was only the sound of air. He liked to do that, once she was warmed up. He ran his nails gently down her sides, tracing her slender waist, her wide hips and firm breasts. Her body began to relax, to melt into his for a moment. But her shoulders were still tensed up, flinching at every sound.
"You're never as beautiful as when you squirm for me like this," he whispered, bending down, his breath hot against her ear.
She turned her head slightly, giving him a heavy look from lowered eyelashes. His hands brushed lightly against her breasts, teasing her nipples. "Would you like me to stop, little Fei?"
"What do you want?"
She let her body go limp against his, suddenly too exhausted to even try to hold herself up. If she fell, she fell. He was warm where she was freezing, his flannel so soft and thick and cozy against her bare back. She let her eyes droop shut, knowing that he'd punish her for closing them. He let her sag against him, one arm around her shoulders, the other hand creeping down her breasts, her belly and between her legs.
