She reaches up & turns the radio a little bit louder. Dipping her hands back into the soapy water she goes back to washing the dishes. Her body sways as she dances & sings along with the music. He stops in the doorway, silently watching her as she moves. Looking her over he smiles, completely nude save the silver collar around her neck & the leather ankle cuffs. She has grown accustomed to being naked, even come to like it. Her long braid sways along her back, her hips rocking as she dances in place. Each time she reaches over to set a dish in the drain rack he can see the curve of her full breast.
He watches her for a moment longer, enjoying his stolen glimpse of this interlude. Her voice mixes with the music as she sings,"I'm a bitch, I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on my knees..." He adjusts the growing stiffness in his pants then crosses the kitchen silently & swiftly scoops her up in his arms. The glass she has her hand shatters in the sink where she drops it & she screams in surprise. Before she can react he throws her over his shoulder & heads through the house.
"Nooooooo." she cries. She hits his back, kicking her legs & twisting her body trying to get free from him. He smacks her hard on her bared bottom as he carries her into the bedroom, leaving bright red handprints on her skin & tears in her eyes. He throws her roughly on the bed, she rolls over & scrambles for the other side. He catches her ankle, pulling her back toward him while dodging her other leg's kicks.
He deftly snaps the clasp on her ankle cuff, hooking that leg to the footboard of the bed. Her kicks are wilder, trying to keep him far enough from her to get her ankle free. To her surprise he catches her foot in mid-kick & forces her leg down to the bed, securing it as well. With her unable to use her legs he kneels on the bed just out of reach of her swinging arms. He makes a calculated dive at her, hurling her hard onto her back. He pins her hands over her head & lays his whole body on the length of hers, both of them panting.
He looks into her eyes, she trembles excitedly under him, his piercing gaze seems to look into her soul. He kisses her, fiercely claiming her mouth with his & her desire to fight evaporates as she melts beneath him. He smiles knowingly as he lifts himself from her, admiring the light sheen of sweat glistening all over her body. She lays there looking up at him, struggling meekly as he attaches handcuffs to each wrist, then to the headboard.
His fingers tenderly trace her eyes, her lips, he caresses her cheek, then slides his hand down her neck. He smiles as he strokes her throat, gently pressing just enough to let her know that she breathes only because he allows it. Tears well up in her eyes, brought out by the fear of being so completely helpless. Keeping his light grip on her throat he reaches down & begins toying with a nipple. She arches her back up to meet his touch, a whispery moan falling from her lips. When that nipple hardens he turns his attention to the other, his thumb slowly stroking her neck. She purrs as he manipulates her nipples alternately until they are both aching little nubs.
Releasing her throat he takes a nipple between his finger & thumb of each hand, gradually squeezing tighter. This game is familiar, it is his favorite to start with. He lets the pressure mount, the pain increases as he begins to pull them as well. She gasps & winces, biting her lip, stubbornly trying to keep quiet. She arches her back in an attempt to relieve some of the strain, unable to move far enough with her tight bonds. Twisting them he watches her face, her eyes tearing up again, her jaw set determinedly. Little jerks, squeezing, twisting, constantly changing, never letting her get used to the feelings. He gives them a final vicious tweak & she yelps in pain.
A single tear rolls down her cheek as she lays there, craning her neck to watch his every move. He picks up a bottle of creme & sits on the bed beside her, setting the cool plastic container on her bare stomach. She shivers, not so much from the chilly bottle as from the intense shine in his eyes. He dabs some of the creme on his fingertip & smears it thickly around one nipple then the other. The cold is a shock to her tender nipples, making them tighten sharply. He trails the extra creme down the middle of her body, stopping above her smooth shaven mound. He smiles a strange smile & watches her for a moment, as if waiting for something.
She can feel her nipples warming, thinking her body has become accustomed to the cold creme. She fidgets a little as the heat grows in her nipples & along the line he traced down her body. He smiles wickedly & runs his finger along her lower lips, wiping the tiniest bits of creme on her labia. She whimpers as the heat continues to escalate, almost as if a flame is being held just below her nipples. She is squirming on the bed, her bonds still keeping her from getting anywhere. A smoldering trail down her body leads to the steadily rising heat on her lips. She is groaning, pleading with her eyes, still refusing to ask for anything.
He takes an ice cube from the glass on the nightstand & holds it over her nipple, just close enough she can feel the cold. She bites her lip again, struggling with her willful pride until finally she begs,"Please Master?" His chuckle sent chills up her spine, or maybe it was the ice cube he was circling her nipples with. She rocks her hips up, hoping he will move the cooling down to her lips. He keeps the ice on her nipples, letting the chill ease the burning ache of the creme.
The ice is quickly melting & its soothing cold is being replaced by a heat even more intense than before. She writhes on the bed, moaning as her nipples seem to burn hotter, making her forget the heat on her pussy. Another ice cube slides down her body, the cool wet trail rapidly turning hotter. He sets the bottle of creme aside, picks up a nearby washcloth & smiles knowingly at her. Ignoring the strip of fire along her body's center, he wipes around her nipple, the terrycloth slightly rough on her tender skin. He catches her nipple with the cloth, pinching & twisting lightly as he wipes off the creme. She closes her eyes & purrs softly while he repeats the process with the other one, leaving her trembling as he goes to put the cloth away. There is enough residue of the creme to leave her nipples still throbbing from the tingling heat.