"You've got to talk to me, Babe."
His fingers trailed down her throat...down her chest...over the curve of her breast, the nails leaving the slightest trace of redness in their wake. Her body arched instinctively, hungry for his touch. She writhed there, tugging at the nylon cuffs that kept her wrists bound over her head. They held easily, reminding her that she had willingly submitted to him; that she was exposed and vulnerable: a thought that sent a shudder coursing through her; that hardened her nipples and made her clit throb.
"I need to know what works for you..."
He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, idly rolling it, tugging, the nails momentarily biting in. She gasped, the half formed response to his query falling away into meaningless fragments.
"I can only assume so much..."
His open mouth found her neck, sucking the tender skin in, making her mind reel. She felt his teeth rasp and had no time to react at all before they bit in, nipping, making her jump and cry out in surprise. The jolt left her panting, tense: on edge. She would not remain wary for long. His tongue slid over her skin like warm velvet and she felt herself melting under his tender affections.
He eased back, his eyes locked on hers, his fingers tracing slow random patterns over her stomach. Did he understand how much even that small gesture meant to her, reassured her? His touch connected her to him so that she never felt isolated. She gazed back at him, wanting so much to please him. Her mouth opened: but how to find the words?
It was all mixed up: a hopeless tangle of physical and emotional factors. She desperately needed to let go of her tight reign on life; to not be in charge; to not think and rationalize and decide but to let all of that go and simply feel and react. She thrived on the sharp contrast between his warm, gentle touch and the sting of his sharp slaps. She loved the way her body reacted to the jolt of a well-placed blow and the feeling of heightened sensation after her skin had been thoroughly reddened. She needed the connection, the freedom of absolutely trusting him. There was more though. As much as she surrendered to him, she kept something. She was secure in the knowledge that if it ever got too intense, she could stop him with a single word. And there was something else: there had been a time when she hadn't had a choice. She had absolute control over the situation now by actively choosing her surrender and allowing it.
He shook his head, tracing her lips with one finger. "Later, Love. You think and you tell me later. Right now..." He kissed her. His tongue slid into her mouth and battled hers. His body pressed into her. The feel of his hardness digging into the side of her hip made the need swell up inside her. His nails were dragging up the inside of her left thigh. There was a sudden SMACK! as his palm connected with her tender flesh and a jarring sting that caused her to jump and pull hard at her bonds.
"Open."
She immediately parted her legs wide. His fingers gently caressed the warm glowing spot left behind on her thigh before moving higher still. The thumb of his other hand was running tight circles over her right nipple, causing it to stiffen and throb. Just as his fingers reached the soft, swollen outer folds of her sex, he tweaked her nipple hard. She jumped, crying out, her legs instinctively moving to close. He was faster than she, however, and the next blow fell directly on her unprotected pussy. Arching hard, she writhed against the restraints.
"UNNGHHHH!!!!"
"I said, 'Open'." His voice stayed low, but the tone carried complete authority and an almost...dangerous edge.
She nodded quickly, swallowing hard, legs parting wide. "Yes Sir." She managed.
