I walked in the door to find him sitting there, at the table, the ankle of one leg resting on the knee of the other, a smirk on his face and a glint in his eye, staring at me as I walked into the kitchen. His hands were folded in his lap and I could feel his eyes boring into me, feel the physical force of him contemplating...whatever he was planning to do to me.
Suddenly nervous, with butterflies causing a tornado in my stomach as he stared silently and intensely at me, I hesitated for a moment. His smirk disappeared from his face, the glint turning to a burning fire as a single eye brow ticked up on his forehead and his hands unclasped as he mutely crooked a single finger at me, beckoning me to his side before pointing at the ground by his side. Realising I'd broken etiquette by staring him down, that tornado in my stomach kicked it up into high gear. I started to hurry across the room to kneel beside him, only to be halted a fraction of a second later by his upheld palm gesturing for me to halt. Momentarily confused I paused mid-step. Then his hand simply turned skyward and gestured toward me, moving up and down, he still hadn't made a single sound. Daring to glance at him I saw him still holding his flat palm toward the roof but his fingertips in my direction, both eyebrows raised on his forehead and a look of impatient expectation on his face. Fuck! I'd gone to kneel by him fully clothed!
His little ambush had caught me unexpectedly and I'd now broken etiquette twice in less than a minute. Whatever he had planned for me, it almost certainly now included some form of punishment for my breaches of manners. Being new to this lifestyle, I was still hopeful he'd take it easy on me, whatever I was in for. Suddenly in a rush, my hands started to fumble with my clothing, hurriedly removing everything until I was in only the pair of underwear he'd chosen for me that morning. I folded the clothes and placed them on the table then went to his side and kneeled on the ground before saying "Good evening, Sir. You surprised me." I kept my eyes on the ground, my long brown hair flowing freely down my chest, partially hiding my bare breasts and hopefully hiding the calming smile that crept irrepressibly across my face as his hand idly stroked my hair.
"Good evening, baby girl. I meant to surprise you. Though, this is only the start of this evenings surprise." He murmured to me, a soft, gut wrenching, pussy clenching chuckle emanating from his throat. I don't know why I loved that sound so much; I'd come to learn that it always entailed something that made me nervous and soaking wet though, I could already feel it happening between my thighs. A rise in temperature, an increase in heartbeat and a slipperiness that only he could engender.
Me. Sweet, innocent, inexperienced me. Kneeling, basically naked on the floor of the house beside this man who was...so primal. I could smell his cologne lightly in the air, feel his hand on my hair. He hadn't even started to play with me yet, not even a few minutes ago it was just a normal evening and I was about to start making dinner. Fast forward a few short seconds and he has turned the evening into a maelstrom of uncertainty and arousal for me.
Somewhat abruptly, he claps his hands softly, making me start slightly as he energetically rises from his chair at the table and crouches before me, his hand lifting my chin up. I keep my eyes downcast until he tells me to look at him. Raising my eyes my heart flutters in my chest wildly as I see the animalistic lust in his eyes for me for a brief moment before he leans in and kisses me hungrily and forcefully, my mouth opening with absolutely no resistance and my own hunger for him surging to the surface as I kiss him back. He takes my hand in his and, as he breaks away from me, leaving me slightly breathless, stands and pulls me up with him. "Follow me, baby girl" he says, still holding my hand and starts to walk toward the back of the house. Nervous as all hell, intrigued as all hell, aroused as all hell and utterly powerless to even consider the smallest resistance, I follow him willingly into the darkness at the back of the house, all the way to the back door.
He opens the door and turns to face me, silently he picks me up and holds me cradled in his arms effortlessly, then he starts to walk me through the darkness towards the barn. Lifting my head up and glancing in the direction of the barn, realization begins to dawn, the lights are on inside the barn. I'd told him I wanted him to fuck me in there. Screw racing, my heart just started beating so fast it would put a fighter jet to shame as adrenaline flooded my body and I felt warm despite the chill of the cool night air on my bare skin.
As we enter the barn, he deposits me gently on the floor and I have a chance to glance around. All of the animals have been removed and the place has been cleaned out and then filled with fresh hay all over the floor, fresh unused bales are stacked against the walls and it's surprisingly a cool but comfortable temperature. He's laid out a plethora of blankets to cover a large portion of the floor and his toys are laid out upon some of these, but I can't tell for sure what he has, I can just make out faint lumps covered by blankets. He does love his mystery. The uncertainty only makes my heart beat faster; I love how he fucks with my mind like this.
I can hear him moving about behind me, closing and locking the door of the barn. "It's just me and him in here now" I think to myself as I hear a padlock snap shut. I've been glancing quickly around the barn to try and figure out what is in store for me. I can see an upright beam with a clean area of hard earth around it and he's rigged up extra lights to illuminate the space. To the side where he has the covered toys there is also a large pile of scattered hay, generously covered over with soft blankets, almost like some kind of primitive bed. Suddenly, his hands are in my hair, gathering it into a ponytail at the nape of my neck before he quickly snaps a hair tie around it. His hands snake around from behind me and encircle my waist, one moving up over my stomach to my throat and tilting my head to the side as he nuzzles into my neck and kisses it, raising gooseflesh over my entire body as I exhale and melt into his embrace. Without any conscious thought I push my body back against him, I can feel him inside his jeans...how hard he is. He is kissing my shoulders now, at the base of my neck and I shudder as I press myself against him, feeling the heat between my legs increase.
He moves to the side of the barn where his toys are covered and twitches back a corner to reveal a thick, heavy strip of black cloth. Walking towards me, with it dangling from his hand carelessly he moves behind me and drapes it over my eyes, blacking out my vision entirely. It loops easily around my head twice before being tied off firmly behind my head. I could hear his steps move back around in front of me and my hand was taken in his sure grip and gently, but insistently pulled me forwards over the hay, onto the bare dirt, I could feel it on the bare skin of my feet. Firmly he turns me, I can tell he's now staring me directly in the eye, I can feel it. "Don't move, baby girl" he says.
Mutely, I nod. Why am I so nervous tonight, this isn't the first time we've played, far from it...Fuck! Ouch! I cry out in surprise and pain as his hand collides with the flesh of my right arse cheek, then my left. Warmth blooms as does the stinging burn of his slaps. "I said don't move, baby girl. What do you say when you're given an instruction?" His voice has a stern edge to it and my arse is now on fire.
"Yes, Sir, sorry Sir." I hurriedly say, my eyes smarting under the cloth from the force of his smacks on my arse. God, I love that burning sensation across my flesh though...
"Much better" he says, I can hear the change in his voice as he turns away from me, the crunch of his boots moving across the hay, the soft rustle of more blankets being moved and then his steps moving back towards me. Something drops onto the dirt with a faint, metallic clink, then his steps move behind me again and I can hear him moving about near the pole, the whisper of ropes on wood and his skin reaching my ears. I hear him take a step toward me from behind but still start slightly as the warm skin of his hands takes me by the waist and moves me backwards until my ass presses against the pole. I can feel a hitch of rope wrapped around the pole at the base of my spine, I can feel two tails of it each one going to my left and right.