With my arms above my head, I feel him roughly tightening the knot. The rope cuts into my flesh and I savour the burn.
I need this pain.
I need this release.
His fingers graze over my back and he gives me a slap on my butt cheek.
His hand moves between my legs and cups my pussy. He inserts one finger inside and I know I am wet. He pinches my clit and I hear his pleased growl at the juices that flow from anticipation.
His hand snakes around my waist till he cups both my breasts. I feel his bare chest against my back. He pinches my nipple and then squeezes them and twists them till I moan in pain. I hear him chuckle and his hot breath tickles my ear.
He grounds his growing erection against my lower back and I squirm waiting for it.
"Are you ready?" he growls in my ear and I nod.
"I said, are you ready?" he says in a louder voice and I realise my mistake.
"Yes master," I say and await the punishment.
He then blindfolds me and I stand listening to his movements. I hear him shuffle items on the table and hope he gives me what I need.
I hear the crack of the whip and my heart pounds in my chest. My hands clench into fists, my back arches and I clench my butt and wait.
I wait but hear nothing.
I know he does this to increase my anticipation.
I strain my ears listening but hear not even the sound of a pin drop.
My heart beats faster and my body is coated in a sheen of sweat. My body tense as a coil.
Crack!
The whip takes me off guard, like it always does. I shriek in pain. The first hit is always the worst. The whip cuts into my flesh and I feel the burn, the sting on my flesh. I love this feeling.
Crack!
The whip sounds again and I arch my back, silently begging for more, I need this as I need my next breath of air. I crave this burn. I desire this pain.
Crack!
Crack!
