I took in my room. The main feature was an oversized bed, 4 poster, dressed in red sheets. It was a pillow top, soft when you laid down, but a firm base underneath. On the wall hung various whips, paddles, and ties. There was a modest sized bathroom off to the corner with a giant claw foot tub. But the door to leave was locked.
This did not make me afraid, there was trust established already and this was not the first time Sir left me locked in this room. I decided to make use of my time alone and get ready for him. I took a long bath, making sure I was smooth all over and extra clean. Then I slipped on a simple black chemise. My breasts practically spilled over the top of it, and I wore nothing underneath. I left my hair down in long messy waves, no makeup except for a thin layer of chap-stick to make my lips soft.
The door to the room opened and Sir walked in. I walked across the room and knelt before him, eyes downcast waiting for his instruction.
"You may stand now" and I rose with his instruction. I kept my eyes averted from his, not looking until he said I could. He placed his hand beneath my jaw and had me look up. I met his eyes. He was a firm, and consistent Sir, but there was still a softness to his eyes. He leaned forward to kiss me, my lips responding back in hello. His hands moved up to my hair, taking handfuls and running it through his fingers. It felt amazing and I tilted my head back into his hands and let out a moan.
His grip tightened on my hair, keeping my head leaned back, throat exposed. He moved his lips from mine, and down to my neck. The feeling he stirred up in me were intense and I could feel myself getting wet from his touch. As if reading my mind, he slipped one of his hands up under my slip and felt my sex. He pulled his hand away and seemed pleased with the results.
"Go to the bed" Sir stated. And I followed his command, walking backwards until I felt the bed at the back of my thighs. I paused, waiting for his next instruction. He closed the distance between us and places his hands on my hips. Sir lifted me slightly and pushed me back onto the bed. Instinctively I scooted backwards making room for him. Next thing I know I'm being flipped over onto my stomach.
"Did I tell you to move?" His voice calm but firm.
"No" I replied. I hear the smack before I register the bite of the pain across my ass.
"No, what?" He stated, voiced raised just a bit.
"No, Sir" I feel his hands on my ass, rubbing the spot he smacked.
He flipped me back over onto my back, my breasts completely out of my slip. Sir lowers down on top of me, taking one of my breasts into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my nipple, and I arch my back and push my breast into his face. He switches to my other breast, and I move my hands to his head. Running my fingers through his hair.
All at once his mouth is off my breast and my hands are pinned on the bed above my head.
"Did I tell you that you could touch me?" Amusement dances in his voice and he's got a coy smile.
"No, Sir" I respond, feeling cold without him pressed against me. Sir orders me to keep my hands above my head. He sits back on his knees, straddling my lower legs. He doesn't break eye contact with me as he removes his belt from his jeans. He leans forward on top of me again and ties my hands together above my head.
"Now, keep your hands above your head" I nod in acceptance, and Sir moves down my body. He pushes my slip up above my hips and spreads my legs open. He lays kisses up my thigh, and lightly brushes his lips across my sex before moving to my other thigh. I gasp at the touch. He begins to suck on my inner thigh, the spot elicits a wave of twisted pleasure that flows through my entire body. I try to move my leg away, and he holds it in place. He continues to suck, causing me the squirm under his touch. He finally pulls away and a love bite is left behind.
