"Oh My god...rebecca," He breathes, stunned as she enters the room, absolutely enthralling in nothing but a lacy black bra, a very short catholic schoolgirl's skirt, and a pair of knee-high dark-brown boots. Her skin is creamy and pale, a luscious backdrop for the sexy outfit she had worn for Him. Her hair is long and dark, hanging free, the ends of which brush the tops of her breasts, which peek teasingly from their lacy confines. Her lips are drawn to the side in a half-smile, that lovely smirk that He finds so very endearing. Her eyes are dark, yet glow with her own desire...a desire to please Him, hoping her appearance is a beginning, and that it will be enough to convince Him that she is worthy. Worthy to serve...and be used by Him for His pleasure. She speaks then, quiet, a little girl's voice, "Master...please?"
No further words are spoken, nor are they needed. He reaches out for her, even as she flings herself into His arms, instinctively anticipating His need and lust. His hands rise into her hair, and grasp tight handholds, gripping painfully and drawing a gasp from her. At the same time her arms slide around His neck, and she looks up at Him, smiling seductively, very grateful. His hands pull her upward suddenly, forcing her to rise on her tip toes, even as His face descends. His lips claim hers then and with no further warning, molding them to His pleasure, kissing her roughly, demanding full submission and receiving it gladly.
His tongue forces its way into her mouth, even though she quickly parts her lips for Him, yelping a bit in surprise at His forcefulness, but craving it all the same. He explores her mouth slowly now, using the tip of His tongue to trace and define the contours of that moist tissue; first tracing along her gums, upper and lower, then flicking teasingly at the roof of her mouth, following this He begins a taunting dance with her own tongue, swirling about it and stroking it firmly. He withdraws His tongue from her mouth then, forcing a low whimper from her throat, even as her own tongue slips after His.
He allows her this, even parting His lips to aid her. His tongue slips beneath hers, forcing it upward inside His mouth, so that she may tickle the roof of His mouth now. A deep chuckle rumbles upward from His chest, as He enjoys this kiss, a prelude to so much more. He releases her tongue then, allowing her free reign to explore, which she quickly does. She is a talented girl, and He is very proud of her...and tonight He intends to make full use of those talents.
His hands slip out from her hair, traveling down her body with exquisite languid enjoyment. His fingertips trace the contours of her face now. He begins at her brows, stroking His thumbs lightly through their softness, before lowering to brush across the flickering flesh of her eyelids. He moves lower, and traces the subtle arch of her cheekbones, enjoying the silkiness of her cheeks, and the soft down upon them. Lower still, His nails lightly trail along the underside of her jaw, before scraping down to her throat. This draws a shiver from her, and another slow chuckle from Him.
He breaks the kiss now, and she whimpers again, though He quickly hushes that sound with a simple warning glance. Her eyes widen for one moment, then lower to the ground, lashes half-closed as she waits for His next command or action. His eyes are on her now, and He can feel her skin quivering beneath His touch, as His fingers lightly stroke along the tender flesh of her throat, brushing that flesh with the pads of His fingers, then raking ever so lightly with the tips of His nails. She shivers again, and He can see her nipples hardening quite clearly through the transparent black lace of her brassiere. Again He smiles, knowing what He has planned, and the perfection with which she will perform. She had yet to disappoint Him, and He had no doubt in her now.
He draws His hands from her and points toward the nearby wall. She nods once before hastening to do as He silently commanded. She turns and quickly walks to that wall, while putting a seductive sway into her step, sashaying seductively for His pleasure. His deep chuckle is her reward, and her body again shivers imperceptibly as she hears it. Reaching the wall she pivots gracefully back to face Him, leaning back against it silently as she awaits what is next to come.
He walks toward her now, dressed simply in a long-sleeved gray shirt, the fabric looking rather soft and pleasing, tucked into a pair of dark black trousers. Around His waist a thick leather belt, the buckle small and silver, gleaming brightly even in the low lighting of this room. His shoes were a matte black, an expensive leather. His hair is thick and long, and falls wave-like around His face and shoulders. His eyes are very dark, alive with the teasing fire of His lust, tempered at the moment but ready as always to flare and consume them both. His lips are full and sensual, and are presently drawing ever-upward in a pleased smile.
He pauses in His steps, as He is now standing less than a foot away. She keeps very still, knowing He can be very unpredictable... shivering as she wonders what He will do. His eyes gaze upon her face for several moments, before lowering to take in the loveliness of her body, resplendent in this teasing outfit, chosen especially for the effect she knows it would have on Him. He is pleased with the choice, and the fact that she had remembered. His eyes rise to her face again, and then He winks, chuckling very quickly. She offers a smile, at the same time her cheeks claim a rosy hue, blushing for Him, embarrassed, or perhaps just very shy.
"Remove the bra."
His words are short and to the point, rather gruff actually, and she is quick to obey. She nods to Him before dropping her gaze as her fingers deftly unfasten the garment. She lets it slide down her arms and fall to the floor, but His hand is suddenly there, catching it before it has a chance. She smiles to herself then, staring down at His shoes silently. He retracts that hand as He idly folds the item and stores it away in His left front trouser pocket. She notes this but says nothing of the price of that article of clothing, knowing He is worth it, and will surely make it up to her in so many ways.
She keeps her gaze on His shoes, flushing red as her breasts are bared to His gaze. At times He spies her glancing upward through her lashes, trying to see if He is pleased. He gives no indication though, and so she is kept in doubt, blushing and waiting, hoping silently. She is given some clue as His hands rise, fingernails tracing a slow path along the flesh of her stomach, then scraping lightly along the underside of each breath. His fingertips then follow this same route, an utter tease always, He draws out this delight. His hands turn then, palms lifting her breasts in either hand, as if He were weighing them. His thumbs brush lightly over each nipple, the merest of touches, and she again shivers for Him. Without warning His thumbnails scrape slowly along the hardened buds of both nipples, drawing a sudden squeal/groan from her, which subsides into a quiet sigh as He then strokes them both slowly, gentle again, a constant hypocrisy of action and intent.
"Look at Me."
She immediately obeys and raises her eyes to him, then her face, tilting it upward slowly as she gives Him a dashing smile, trying to be cocky even as her knees grow weak at His teasing. His lips again claim a quick smile, as His fingertips dance lightly over the flesh of both breasts, stroking and caressing that soft skin. Her pleasure is easily identifiable by the low whimpers rising from her throat still, soft sighs and exhalations as He continues the manipulation of her flesh. She gasps all of a sudden, feeling a sharp pain, as He pinches both nipples roughly, then rolls them tenderly between forefinger and thumb. Her gasp is not wasted, as He swiftly lowers His head and captures her lips in a fierce kiss, sucking the breath from her in a demanding gesture, kissing her hard and painful, though she does not mind it seems, returning it with all the force her tiny force can muster.
He pulls away all too soon though, and the breaking of the kiss is heralded by another cruel pinch of her nipples, using His nails this time. She bites into her bottom lip, as a solitary tear forms and little by little skates down her cheek, hanging there for one moment from her chin before falling to splash into nothingness on the carpet below. He does not acknowledge it, though His fingers find a pleasurable rhythm against her breasts, brushing delicately along each nipple, before stroking around them both with the teasing tip of His thumb. She smiles at Him, aware of His constant back and forth desire of sadism and tenderness, and caring for Him all the more because of it.
