Her body rocks and sways absently to the heavy base of the music playing from the speaker beside her. the effects of spiced rum make her kinda absent in her own body for the time being. She gasps as large strong hands slide around her bare waist, her heated skin oversensitive to his touch...The man's body slides up against hers matching her movements effortlessly.
His hot breath spreads against her neck sending shivers down her spine, drawing her attention fully to him. He growls playfully against her ear.
"Does Kitten wanna go play?"
Her mind whirls as she nods quickly, her brain focusing in on one single word he used for her, Kitten. That word has more power over her drunken mind than it really should have. The man holds tight to her waist as he steers her out of the crowded living room where most of the party is and toward the spiral staircase.
She feels the soft red carpet against her bare feet, it's soothing and feels nice. Her head is spinning from so much movement all at once, so she tries to focus on the feel of the carpet. She gasps slightly.
"I feel like I'm gonna fall."
The man moves his hands to her arms and chuckles deeply,
"Don't worry, I got you little one."
She nods slowly as he urges her up the final few steps, once on the landing they head down the hall. They reach the first door and he reaches past her to push open the door. She looks around slowly, her brain only really registering the large four-poster bed in front of her. She squeaks as the man grabs her up and tosses her to the middle of the bed as if she weighed no more than a small child.
She finally gets a good look at the man with her and has to pray to God that he isn't some drunken illusion or figment of her alcohol-soaked imagination...He looks to stand at over six feet of delectable chocolate-colored skin, now she knows why his voice alone was enough to get her up here. He chuckles deeply his thick accent clear as day now that they are out of the music.
"You just now figuring out what you have got into, Little one?"
She nods slowly and watches as he comes toward the bed slowly. His hands busy undoing his black button-down shirt slowly. Her eyes follow his fingers hypnotized as each button unveils more delectable skin, her stomach flutters with nervous butterflies. She sits up slowly and moves to her knees on the bed so she isn't looking up as much at him.
She reaches for him but his hands catch hers before she can touch him, he states calmly,
"You ask before touching anything... I get to dictate your actions...Do you understand?"
She nods slowly looking up into his dark eyes, She whispers
"Please, let me finish removing your shirt for you."
He releases her hands slowly and nods shortly her eyes stay focused on the task at hand as her delicate fingers part the fabric so her hands can lay on him. His body looks as if it's hand-carved marble, the smooth strong planes of his body reminder her easily of some kind of god...
His muscles ripple under her touch as she slides her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, dragging the fabric of his shirt with her hands down his arms so it falls to the floor. His hand comes up to grab her chin firmly, tilting her head up so his lips can cover hers...Stealing her breath away with lips that prove to be as strong as the rest of him presents, leaving the taste of honey on her tongue.
She grabs onto his waist tightly to steady herself from the dizzying intensity of his touch, he pulls away from her lips and pushes her back on the bed...She lays back as he pulls her legs toward him his hands sliding up her thighs and back down scratching teasingly over her pale thighs.
She shivers and moans at the delightful sensation, she sinks her teeth into her lower lip to take her mind off wanting to grab him, and pulls him down between her legs. He groans throatily
"Good girl, I want you to keep your hands up above your head."
She nods slowly and moves her arms to grab the bed above her head, she squeaks as he swats her inner thigh with the back of his hand leaving a gentle sting in its wake.
He growls slightly,
"You always address me as Master when I give you a command that's what I should hear."
She whimpers pathetically.
"Yes, Master."
He grabs the edge of her denim cutoff shorts and yanks them off in one tug along with her panties. She yelps slightly as she finds herself suddenly bare to him, he grabs her thighs as she tries to close them. His fingers dig into her soft flesh warningly his eyes glaring up at her dangerously an unspoken warning, she relaxes and lets him push her legs wide open.
She hides her face against her arm without letting go of the bed, she can't look at him while he is looking at her... Too terrified of what could be silent judgment hidden behind those dark eyes. Her attention is violently yanked back to him as his hot mouth clamping down over her sensitive clit, his tongue immediately doing wicked things against her.
She breaks and reaches down pulling at his hair her hips bucking involuntarily, he releases her and glares up at her his voice feeling as if it vibrates through her clit first.
" I did not tell you, you could let go of the bed."
She releases him and returns her hand to where it was supposed to be. She watches as he sits up shaking his head...
"No, it's too late for that little one."
She chews the inside of her lip as she watches him cross the room to the dresser, she watches as he digs in the top drawer for a minute. He turns around with what looks like fabric in his hands, she frowns slightly as he sighs.
"Turn over on your belly, stretch out your arms."
She moves to do as told quickly not wanting to disobey again. He starts with her right hand, wrapping and tieing the silken fabric around her arm before securing her arm to the bed frame...He moves slowly not in any rush as he does the other arm just as carefully as the first...
He pushes her crop top up to expose her back, his touch sending shivers through her body as he kisses her shoulder and nearly moans...
"What's your safe word, Little one."
She gasps slightly shocked,
"Um...Beetlejuice."
He nods shortly,
"You might need it."
He gets up and the next thing she hears is the snap of a riding crop against what she can only guess is his hand the sound makes her jerk against her restraints a little. He chuckles,
"Use your safeword if you want out at any time, otherwise I'm gonna do this."
She shivers as he runs the tip of the crop against her thigh, she moans lowly wanting nothing more than to proceed.
"Do it please."
She doesn't know where this sudden need for whatever he wants has come from but she wants it now. He flicks the crop lightly snapping it across the back of her thigh. she jumps a little and hisses as he laughs darkly,
"Responsive... I like that...spread your legs more."
She wiggles to do as told, the second her legs are spread he pops the crop against her inner thigh...Her cry of pain is caught in her throat by a moan. he growls,
"Beg for it, if you want it."
She gasps half moaning,
"Please Master, punish me... I disobeyed, I deserve it...I'm a very bad girl."
