Sweat glistened, beading off her body under the shimmering luminosity of what seemed like a thousand tiny fireflies high above her head. Observing her from his position, he soaked in the surroundings; the secluded log cabin was ideal for his devious mind.
A subtle A-frame located far back from the dirt road it called its address. Two storeys with an open concept great room that housed the kitchen, living, and dining areas, all circling around the massive hearth built in the middle. A loft upstairs was home to the king-size four-poster bed, his chest of toys, and the only great indulgence he allowed, a luxurious master bath, complete with Jacuzzi claw-foot tub and huge walk-in shower.
The stars, visible from the abundant skylights gracing the roof, allowed the night to penetrate into the cabin, casting long satin shadows against the draped walls, creeping along the floor to reach across her delightfully curved body that lay stretched taught on the bed, each of her limbs secured to each corresponding post.
He watched her struggle and squirm as much as the tight bindings would permit. He would break her this time; he could glimpse the cracks in her resistance, slowly loosing the fight against her natural submission. Her voice of reasoning was finally letting go of society's opinions and predilections about what the world around her perceived as normal.
She was a true submissive at heart, he knew it. All he needed to do was show her what he saw in her. She was his, and only his.
Lost in his thoughts and plans for her, he snapped back to the scene before him, a small whimper from her swollen lips breaking the silence. Taking a small break in her lessons, he gave her time to let her arousal subside enough to leave her still wanting, craving his touch, yearning for his pain. He held her on the brink of orgasm only to deny her, making her beg for her release. To say the words he needed to hear from her mouth. Those base, primal, dirty, words. The words she would never say.
She would say them tonight, for him, she would surrender her pent-up control, and he would accept nothing less.
He rose from his relaxed perch across the room and collected the suede flogger earlier discarded at the end of the bed. Her fear-filled eyes darted around the room, following his every move, and with every ragged breath she managed; she shivered with uncertainty and anticipation of what was to come next. He walked around the bed, once, then again, slowly dragging the flogger across her already soaked skin. She flinched with the sudden contact and a cat-like moan of pleasure escaped her lips and tried in vain to close her thighs, trying to rub herself, needing release. The flogger collected some of the moisture from her skin, and he knew it would add more sting the next time he kissed her body with it. Coming to a halt at the side of the bed, he gazed into her half-opened chocolate eyes, told her he loved her, and began again in earnest to heat her exquisite frame with the torturous device she craved so much.
Her rose-colored nipples were achingly hard and perched atop beautiful, full breasts, breasts that could take the kiss of the flogger so well, sending electric shocks straight to her wanting pussy, nestled behind those soft brown curls that he loved so.
He concentrated on her thighs first, pinking up the tender skin inside just below where her swollen, pulsing pussy met with her leg. The smooth skin colored in no time, a beautiful hue of rose that emanated heat through her entire core, causing her pussy to leak even more of her juices onto the bed where she lay. Subconsciously she pumped her hips high in the air, trying to fuck something that was not there. Her soft mewling alerted him that she was fast approaching her endorphin-induced orgasm. He altered his tactics. Throwing the flogger down, he retrieved the crop, his personal favourite. It was smooth and well worked in, the leather supple but very effective for his purposes.
