He took her hand and guided her into his bedroom. A large poster size queen bed took up the center of the room. It was covered in a soft black and red quilt. The only domestic feel to the room. The walls of the room were painted black with only a few unframed black and white photos randomly hung about on the walls. One had to step close to the photos to tell what they really were, from entering the room they could have been innocent little animals or pretty nature scenes. Up close they were nude photos, various women and men, sometimes in nearly unimaginable positions acting out various sexual acts. It was a room for sex and sleeping. Bedrooms in general really weren't required to fulfill any other purpose but this one screamed sex even louder than other bedrooms she had been brought before.
Whenever he brought her into his bedroom, it was a cue that they were to engage in some hardcore type of sexual play. Sometimes she came over to his place and they would just hang out in the living room. He would fuck her on the couch, on the counter, or in various other places. He fucked her in the bedroom too but when he led her in there it usually wasn't just for straight sex. Sometime of harder play would be taking place. Harder play could mean anything from him strapping her onto the bed and whipping her or him laying her down over his lap and spanking her a few times. It was symbolism for him to not do those type of acts anywhere else in the house. Symbolism that the harder acts only consisted of their bedroom life, not what he thought of her outside of that. She liked that. Made their S&M kink seem far more human.
Just in crossing the threshold of his bedroom she could feel the energy of the place totally change. One minute it was soft and quiet the other minute it was buzzing with loud anticipation. Or maybe that was just her heart. She always got so excited being led into his bedroom. It was custom for her to not talk while entering the bedroom until he addressed her. It was his bedroom and it was unspoken that whatever happened in the bedroom would be of his own command and that he would be disappointed in her if she was to think or do opposite.
She had no idea what she was in store for today as he led her into the center of the room over to the bed. His bedposts were free of any bondage straps so she didn't think she was going to be tied up. And he had given her a major spanking the other day. Her ass was still lightly sore from it and he never pushed when it came to leaving marks on her body. He seated himself on the bed and she stood in front of him, waiting to be addressed or asked to sit down next to him. She kept her eyes focused downwards on the floor, as she had automatically been taught to.
"Take off your shirt for me." He finally spoke up to her. She raised her eyes up to look at him, he nodded his head at her, giving her no clue as to what was going to happen to next.
She pulled her shirt off in one fluid motion and let it drop to the floor. Then she focused her eyes back downwards and kept her arms straight against her side, avoiding any urge to cover up her small tits. From her downward gaze, she saw his arm bend down to pick up her fallen shirt. She peeked her eyes upwards just a little bit and saw that he had taken her shirt and brought it up to his nose. She smiled lightly at him and he smiled back, ignoring her little fall out of character. But she loved the game so she immediately forced her eyes back downwards, keeping them stationed on the floor even as she saw his feet vanish across the room. She heard the familiar sound of the drawer opening where he kept his play toys.
"Cup your breasts for me," he was back in front of her. She first cupped her small breasts in her hands, making a little circle with her thumb and forefinger around her nipple area. Her nipples automatically hardened as she did this. Then her eyes darted up to see what he had in store for her.
He was holding small metal nipple clamps in his hand. She felt her body shiver as he ran the cold metal clip against her nipple. Then he was using his left hand to pinch her first nipple, tightly, twisting it between his fingers. She started breathing deeply, her body tightening up and her pussy growing wet. She moaned when he finally took the little clamp and stuck it onto her nipple. It pinched tightly against her hardened nipple but she liked the feel of the pain. He repeated the same process on her other nipple.
"Take off your pants," he said when he finished clipping her nipples. She bent her hands down, cast her eyes on the floor, and slid her pants off her legs. She felt his hand go into her hand as she focused her weight on one leg, removing the pant legs fully from around her feet.
"How's my little pussy doing?" he asked her. His voice was all velvet sweetness. She loved him addressing her like she was his property.
" It's doing good." She told him, not quite sure what to say.
"Spread it open for me," he commanded.
She was growing even wetter as her fingers went down to her pussy and pulled her moist little lips open. She bent her waist back to give him a clear view of her hole.
"Hold it open," he was moving across the room again. She could hear his drawer opening. Her body was shivering and her breathing was getting deeper. She was getting so turned on and her clit was begging for attention but she wouldn't dare move her hands to brush against it. Not until he told her to.
"Look at me," he addressed her. She looked up at him and saw that he had a red dildo in his hand. "Mmm, you want this inside that wet little pussy," he asked her. He brought the dildo up to his lips and his tongue darted out to lick the top of it.
