He came home to an empty house.
Work was fraught with stress. It seemed as though he could not win. He had negative feedback from his boss, complaints from the business that he could not fix, and co-workers who could not be bothered to help. Putting it in the common parlance, the day sucked.
He walked through the dark house to the bedroom. He did not even bother to turn on the lights. He fell facefirst into the bed and tucked his arms under his body. He missed the pillows, his head landing just below where they were piled at the head of the bed, and his long frame hung his feet off the end of the bed. He planned to take a nap. He just needed to scoot up a bit so his feet did not hang off the end and use one of the pillows. He paused a moment and thought about the evening before. He thought about her ass, glowing rosy red and raised where he used the strap, he thought about how good she felt wrapped around his excited length. He reached down and felt himself through his slacks, his cock was half hard with his recent thoughts and oh so sore from the rigorous fucking he had given her the night before.
The room went dark. He did not realize the moment he fell asleep. He was conscious one moment, thinking of fucking her, then he was dead to the overbearing world. He did not dream. He simply slept.
It seemed like it was only an instant later when he began to regain his bearings, but the clock on the bedside table indicated that he lost a full hour to the dark grip of sleep. He was confused, as he was not expecting to fall asleep so quickly. He found himself on his back, his arms and legs out. His eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness of the room since the sun had long set. He felt incredibly groggy. He tried to roll over. He felt the sharp, artificial tug on his wrists and legs. The bed groaned to the restraint of his movement. He was so confused, he could not move.
The room went white with light. He tried to cover his eyes, but the restraints on his wrists pulled his arms right back to the bed. He tried to sit up, but with his ankles were held firm as well, he could not do anything but blink blindly into the light. Slowly he became aware of her form by the doorway and light switch. He could not see well, but he could identify her outline anywhere and under any condition. Her gorgeous curves always grab his attention.
She was wearing a shiny tight black vinyl dress that barely covered her thighs and ass. She had paired the dress with tall aggressive black heeled over-the-knee boots, accentuating her beautiful strong legs. She moved slowly toward the bed in almost a slow-motion strut, the vinyl of her boots and dress made a delicious squeaking sound that ran chills down his skin.
Those chills were intense. He looked down and realized that he was naked. How hard had he slept? Apparently so hard that he did not notice her undressing him and securing him to the bed restraints he had used on her just last night. He felt cold and vulnerable.
And excited.
He had dared her to action, and apparently, she had taken him up on the opportunity for retribution. A bit of anxiety ran through the back of his mind. After all, he did leave bruises on her ass last night. He wondered what kind of pain he would enjoy.
And he would enjoy it.
She reached the bedside table and took a long riding crop with a soft leather tip from the assortment of items she had laid out while he was sleeping. He watched with intent as she stepped to the edge of the bed with the crop in her hands, one end resting in her palm, her other hand gripping the handle.
She stood there for a moment staring at him with an evil smirk. She slapped the crop into the palm of her hand a few times as if to warn him of what was coming. He tried not to jump when he heard the leather in her palm, it was a losing effort, and his nerves betrayed him. She laughed a little the second time he jumped.
She reached over and dragged the leather end of the crop along the outline of his collarbone and up to the muscle of his shoulder. She did so with the lightest of touches, noting the way he convulsed ever so slightly with the tickle of the leather. She moved down to his stretched pectorals, teasing the outline of his defined chest. She teased him with tickles as he winced and fought the urge to laugh. He started to smile.
