There seemed to be a sense of urgency surrounding him now. From the moment he had put the gag in her mouth he had been very serious. There was no cooing or stroking. The teasing smile that usually played upon his lips replaced with a frown and a furrowed brow.
He stood before her, head down contemplating the crop he rolled between his fingertips. Calmly he tucked the crop under his arm reached up and grasped either side of her blouse and ripped it open. Their eyes locked as the chaos of buttons bouncing and rolling on the floor seemed to echo off the walls. He tipped his head in a question. She closed her eyes.
She could feel his hands dig between the fabric of her bra and the tender skin of her breasts. He scooped and lifted so that her breasts were resting exposed on top of her bra.
The first loud smack of the crop found its mark on her left nipple. She screamed out pain and shock.
It was so different this time. This side of their relationship had always had an edge of course. This was harder though. It didn't seem this was something they were sharing. That was always important to both of them. The connection they had was always the base. Always. The base, the top layer, and the core. She couldn't see it in him right now. Couldn't feel it. She could only remember it. And trust in it. There was always stopping too. That never changed. If either of them felt the need to stop for any reason, they stopped.
Her jaw was sore now. It was the gag forcing her mouth to stretch. Her toes were tired. Her hands and arms were tired. There were angry red crop marks covering her breasts. She could feel each part of her body and the ache or pain individually. She could feel it all bundled together. She felt alive.
"Say it." He had been repeating it over and over. With almost every stroke of the crop, he said it. With almost every new red mark appearing on her breasts, he said it. It was his mantra now. His hypnotic suggestion, his goal, his salvation.
He was standing near her now. The crop lay between them at their feet. "No, I haven't forgotten." Whispering in her ear his hand was roughly working its way between her legs. Inside her underwear. His voice, his manner, his very being changed and calmed as his fingers found their target.
Every time. Every time he was transported and left floating in giddy wonder when he felt the wetness of her pussy. That first touch sent a shock all the way up his arm that took his breath away.
He couldn't believe it. He was dizzy with the thought of it. She had gotten the better of him for a while. That beautiful creature dangling helplessly in front of him had almost beaten him without lifting a finger. He was gazing deeply into her eyes now. He was having a hard time continuing the game. He wanted to take her down and worship her body. Caress her body and soul.
She watched the transformation with soaring glee. That cockeyed, confident smile crooked his lips. The look coming from his eyes as he tipped his head just so told her the future. She could feel her need for him burn in every fiber. She almost ready now. Almost ready to tell him. To say it for him. Almost.
