He obeyed so well. It was one of her favorite things about him. Her other favorite thing about him? The way he disobeyed.
Tonight she'd push him to his limits and test his devotion. She had to. If he succeeded, she would collar him.
She'd searched for weeks for his collar, the one that would fit him perfectly. One that fit them perfectly. It was black leather, dark, soft and supple. It snapped close and had four silver rings attached to it: one on the front, one on the back, and one on each side. That was it. Simple and inviting and a symbol of their bliss.
She walked into the room and found him exactly as she'd commanded: naked and kneeling on the floor with his eyes closed. The hotel room was perfect. She set her bags down and began to prepare for the upcoming night.
She didn't acknowledge him with words or touch. She just made him wait. She changed clothes and set out a number of toys on the bed. She took no caution to be quiet. She liked the idea of him trying to guess what she was doing by listening to every sound.
She was ready to begin and sat on the bed before him with her legs spread. She watched him. He was hard. He'd been hard the second she arrived. She watched his nostrils flare and knew he could smell her. A hint of vanilla and her – that smell of arousal and softness he dreamed about at night.
"Hello, my darling slave," she whispered.
He inhaled sharply and groaned, "Mistress."
That single word never failed to curl her toes and make her wet. "I have a surprise for you, slave." He swayed slightly on his knees as she continued, "This night will change you. It will change us. It will push your limits and destroy your boundaries. Your devotion will be your guide, and your reward will be divine. And if you ever want out, simply say the safety word and you are free. Do you understand?"
He paused. She was glad he thought it over because it was important to her. Such claims should not be taken lightly. He licked his lips and shivered once. "I understand, Mistress. Teach me."
She leaned forward until her lips were almost touching his. She took care to make sure nothing touched him except the tip of her tongue. Her tongue traced the outline of his lips from corner to corner. His lips parted on a sigh, and she couldn't resist tasting him. Even though she was the one in control, he was utterly irresistible.
Her tongue slipped between his lips and slid along his tongue. The sensation made her purr with pleasure.
He leaned toward her and met her tongue with his. His mouth closed on hers and connected them in a hot, wet, devouring kiss.
She succumbed to the pleasure for a moment, reveling in his desire. And she heard that noise. The strangled whimper in the back of his throat that spoke volumes about the overwhelming need inside him. Then she pulled back. Before he had a chance to protest, she slapped him hard across the cheek. The palm of her hand stung, and his cheek flushed a deep red.
He immediately hung his head. "I apologize, Mistress. You excite me so much. I will not forget my place again."
In the back of her mind, she knew he would forget his place again. And she couldn't wait. She got off the bed and stood behind him. "Open your eyes, slave."
He opened his eyes to the array of items on the bed. There lay her riding crop, tassel whip, handcuffs, black scarf, and nipple clamps. Little did he know, that was not everything. It was just the beginning.
She watched him take it all in and breathe deep. His erection twitched with anticipation. "So which would you like to try first, slave?"
"Whichever would please you most, Mistress."
What a perfect answer. It was what he was trained to say. But she really wanted his input. "I would like you to choose, my slave. You get to choose the first one. I'm feeling quite generous this evening."
He studied each of the toys. Finally he whispered, "The nipple clamps."
She smiled. He loved having them cause such pleasure and pain to his body. She walked in front of him. As she bent over the bed to pick up the clamps, she could feel his eyes on her bare ass. Usually she was in leather when they played. However, tonight she was wearing only her boots. Those gorgeous, black, shiny knee-high boots. She turned toward him, and he was staring at her. She let him look at her naked body for minutes in silence. She loved the way he looked at her: like he didn't know whether to love her tenderly or beg her to whip him. It was the combination that made her weak. She twirled the nipple clamps around one finger, and he watched the light bounce off the silver chain connecting them.
"I was hoping you would pick these." She knelt in front of him. His eyes were on her breasts. She smiled and wondered if it was because he wasn't allowed to look in her eyes without her permission, or if it was because he loved her breasts.
She hooked a finger under his chin and lifted his face until he was looking into her eyes. "My darling, I want you to look at me as much as you want. You have my standing permission to look your fill for tonight. I want you to really see me and watch what I'm doing to you. And especially watch how it makes me feel. You deserve to see me for what we're doing tonight."
The love in his eyes made her heart flip over. She reached for him and attached one of the clamps to his left nipple. He inhaled sharply, and she asked, "How does that feel?"
He blushed and said, "Wonderful, Mistress. But may I please have it a little tighter?"
Glad she had gotten the adjustable clamps, she screwed it a little tighter while it was still on his nipple. "Breathe."
His breath hissed from between his lips as he whispered, "Thank you."
His other nipple was rock hard, waiting for the other clamp. She then handed him the first of many surprises for the night. She put the other clamp on her own nipple. She sighed in pleasure as he moaned. His eyes darkened with desire as he stared at her brown nipple pinched between the metal clamp. He'd never seen her in nipple clamps. He'd never seen her bound in any manner.
She slowly leaned her upper body away from his until the chain between their nipples was taut. "Look at me," she ordered. His eyes flew to her face as she leaned back just a little further, pulling at both their nipples. She moaned, and his eyes closed in pleasure.
She leaned forward, easing the tension on his nipple. "If you don't look at me, you don't get pleasure."
He opened his eyes and looked at her again. She slowly leaned back again, making him wait to feel that delicious tug again. When it pulled at him, his breathing turned ragged. When she reached for his other nipple and flicked it with her fingernail, he groaned.
"How does this feel, slave?" She loved hearing what he thought and felt while he was her slave. She also knew it was hard for him to describe his feelings, which made it all the more fun to ask him.
"I...you..." He inhaled, licked his lips, and tried again. "God, I know my pleasure gives you pleasure. But....but we've never been tied...It's so...perfect. I love it. Ohhhhhhh, Mistress," he groaned as she leaned back further. His eyes slid closed, and his head fell back in ecstasy.
She leaned forward, and he whimpered. "I'm sorry, Mistress." She shook her head and removed the nipple clamps and threw them on the floor. "Please. Put them back on. I'll keep looking at you. I promise."
"I warned you." She stood up and walked behind him again so he couldn't see her.
"It just felt so good. The pleasure was so good, I couldn't help it. You are too good. Please give me more." He was talking so fast his words were tripping over each other. He cleared his throat. His voice was begging for more pleasure, and it made her wet. "May I please have more?"
"Yes." She may have been the Mistress but she always had such a soft spot and wanted to give him everything he desired. He scrambled for the nipple clamps and she said, "Not with those. Lie on the bed, face down."
He stood before the bed, contemplating the array of toys. He carefully set each one on the edge of the bed, making room for him to lie in the middle. She just watched him. His body moved with athletic grace, and she saw the muscles roll across his back. He was very gentle with each toy. Finally he crawled across the bed until he was lying on his stomach in the middle. His legs were slightly spread so that his balls were on display pushed against the bedspread.
She knelt between his legs and spread them wider. Not asking, not telling, just shoving them further apart with her knees. And she looked at him. He had a faint tan line left over from the summer, and it made her want to trace it with her tongue. His face was turned to the side so she figured he could see her in the corner of his eye.
She smiled and asked, "You know those toys you set so carefully on the edge of the bed?" She picked up the handcuffs as she heard him murmur yes. She set the handcuffs on the cheeks of his ass. No doubt the cold metal was a shock to his feverish skin. "I am going to use every....single....toy on you tonight." As she talked, she set each toy against his body. The scarf she laid across the middle of his back. The riding crop lay between his legs with the leather tip just touching his balls. The tassel whip was spread out across the back of his left thigh.
He moaned with anticipation. "The question is, how many do I use at once?" She slid the handcuffs off his ass and ordered, "Grab the headboard." He had to bury his face in the bed to stretch his arms straight up, and his fingers curled around the wooden slats. "Further apart." She wanted him splayed across the bed for her taking.
She handcuffed his left wrist to the headboard as the metal clicking echoed through the room. "I will not restrain your right hand. I want you to restrain yourself, no matter what I do to you. Do not let go."
"Yes, Mistress." His breathing was uneven, and his hips shifted on the bed. No doubt he was either trying to ease the pressure on his cock or increase it.
