Male P.O.V~
I'm waiting for her to come out, sitting in a room so red: white velvety curtains, a huge bed, and chains, hanging from the wall. I glance over the wall clock as I wait for her patiently.
She comes out after a while, in her leather dress, her legs exposed as well as her hips. Cleavage is so visible yet covered accordingly.
I gawk at her as she, with her fierce look, stares back at me. "Were you waiting for long?" She asks as I nod.
"No, tho, it's always worth waiting for you!" I almost whisper, my eyes shying away from her. Her eyes glimmer in the red light.
She moves closer to me, leaning down at me, her eyes poking mine. She leans her face closer to mine, almost kissing me, but instead she clutches my jaw. "You look nice, is that for me?" She asks.
"Yes--yes!" I stutter, as her black nails glide on my neck, tilting my head, and giving me access to her lips.
Her lips ghost over my neck, giving me her sweet scent. She pushes me down on the bed as the ceiling becomes visible. I soon feel her straddling me, as her whip glides on my body with her hands. "Is your girlfriend still not aware of our little meet-up?"
"She doesn't have to know everything!" I reply, begging for her lips. I can feel her thighs on my abdomen, her hands on my chest, and her whip on my face.
"And what if she finds out?" She adds, pecking my jaw. My hands are pinned down, I can't touch her. "Then she can fuck off!" She gasps, chuckling in the way.
"You're just saying this, aren't you?"
"No!" I protest, adding, "I mean it--"Do I mean this much to you?"
"Y--yes!" I stutter.
"Why?" She slowly takes my shirt off, picks out the rope from the side of the drawer, and ties my hands. She rubs my nipples when she sits on my growing crotch.
"Cuz, you're so much--be better than her!" I stutter, feeling her lips on my neck, as her clothed pussy on my crotch is slowly rubbing.
"Is that so? She enquires, licking my nipples. It tickles, and it stings when she bites them. "Y-yes!"
"Can you tell me, how am I better than your girlfriend?" I nod vigorously, and her lips run over my lips as she pulls my pants down, leaving me in underwear.
"S--she c-can't do what you c-can!" She whips my chest, hard enough to make it sting. The next whip stings my nipples, it burns more when she sucks them. She calls them tits, chuckling at my reaction every time I hear that.
"S-she can ba-barely satisfy m-me!"
"Oh, is that so?" She asks, lashing my chest again. "Y-yes, al-all I do is s-satisfy her, I'm like a --sex-sex toy to her!" She lashes me again, grinding on my crotch. She puts the whip on my chest, "keep it safe for me, will you? And keep talking!" She orders, throwing away the last piece of fabric from my body.
