Her head bends reverently forward to rest on his knee. His hand is eager to stroke the light brown locks that fall covering her reflective green eyes. Her eyes are his to see or to cover at his desire. For a moment he wishes to see her sparkling eyes and the gentle smile that so gently curves her soft lips, but not for long.
Her breathing becomes rhythmic as her heart begins to shift blood to places that only seem to fill with warmth in his presence. She desires nothing more than to be right where he wants her. Her soul anticipates what only his mind can conceive.
He reaches into the drawer pulling forward two straps of leather with shiny hooks and buckles properly placed. The beat of her heart increases slightly beginning to become its preferred pace. She may not know what is coming but she does know what is expected. He shows the cuffs to her downward glancing eyes. Asking that silent question and pausing to watch her response.
She feels the query in her soul the echo quietly asking "Do you trust me?" What she feels even clearer is the answer that screams from her middle "YES." With up turned palms she raises her arms and offers her wrists to him.
Leisurely and intentionally he fastens the cuffs around her wrists. He watches as her consent strengthens. Her heart beat is steady; the pupils of her eyes narrow, she is focusing on her own submission. He knows that she is growing very heated and wet in all the right places and it pleases him greatly. Smiling, he runs a hand across her cheek, leaning in to kiss her soft lips.
He taps the feather mattress only once. A large heavy four poster bed carved from superior exquisite cherry wood. Wood specially chosen for the veins of deep red and wine color hues that grain the wood perfectly. She knew what he wanted; her located there now. She rose gracefully placing herself on the soft down of the mattress and waited for him to position her.
Her body is guided to his desired location and she finds herself on her knees starring at the finely engraved headboard; on the center the image of a majestic lion. The fine details of the lines that form his main spreading out till they disappear off the edges of the plank. Making it appear as if his mane was blowing in the wind as the lion ran. The impression of the lion was not fierce or angry and gave the viewer the impression that he was hunting. The lion's finely detailed eyes meet with hers as her right wrist was hooked to a wrought iron ring that was attached to an antique doorknocker matching ones mounted one on each of the four thick wood columns of the bed.
It did not take him long to clip both of her wrists to the columns. He stood back and simply watched her for a moment. Let her become convinced that she truly was fastened securely. Then leaning forward he kissed her neck gently as he reached around to pinch both her nipples, causing them to become immediately firm to the touch. It was then that he carefully placed a clover clamps on each nipple; hooking the chain that attached them to another iron hook attached at the top of the headboard.
Slowly sliding a hand down her back he takes time to gently caress and admire her; sliding a finger over her hard clit and slipping it inside of her to test her dampness. He then slaps her ass forcefully several times, causing the flesh to warm and redden. He was satisfied with her placement, watching how careful she was not to move because of the increasing pressure and pain on her nipples. He listened as she moaned with excitement. Taking the crop firmly in hand he slid it up the inside of her thighs, indicating to her to spread her knees further apart. She didn't move rapidly enough for his desire she received two hasty marking blows, one to either cheek of her ass. She promptly spread her knees wider. He could feel the swelling in his loins. There was no doubt that he wanted her, but that would all come in his desired time. First....
Her body trembled. Her eyes locked on the eyes of the lion in front of her. Her nipples throbbing and growing wetness between her legs, she longs for his touch, but dare not beg. Suddenly her vision is gone as he slides the blindfold over her eyes. She turned her head slightly trying to seek him out, but she heard not a sound until she heard the door shut. Was he still there or had he left her?
She tugged on the wrist cuffs, trying so hard not to irritate the secured chain that was perilously on the edge of biting down on her nipples. She stared into the dark and began to count her heart beats, as a bit of liquid rolled down her thigh.
Time passes, she isn't sure how long maybe 15 minutes. It is enough time that her spine becomes weaker and her body begins to slump. As the clamps crunch down on her nipples, she jerks back to an upright position. Where is he? What does his mind have in store for her? She knows she should not expect anything and forces herself to focus on being prepared for anything. Any sensation that he could possibly intend rolls its way simultaneously through her brain.
Her senses become heightened while paralyzed in the darkness, and every fiber of her body can sense the very air that surrounds her. Her ears hear the turning of the door knob and she sighs in relief.
He enters silently, being careful not to give away the direction of his steps. She has held her position well, despite the fact that she had no choice. He could tell she was aware of his presence but she did not turn her head. A gentle smile curves his lips. He approaches quickly grasping a nipple as he releases the first clamp. Her body convulses with the sharp pain as the blood rushed back to the swollen tip of nipple. With deliberate steps he circles the bed and proceeds to free the other nipple still held captive.
His hand runs smoothly over her chest, taking moments to pause as he flicks the nipples each a few times. Then rolling one nipple between his fingers, he circles the other hardened nub with his tongue. Sucking it into his mouth and biting the tip as he flicks it with his tongue. He repeats the same process moving from one nipple to the other until he knew they were at there firmest most sensitive state.
He raised slightly grasping her open lips in his and beginning to kiss her passionately. Her head pulled backwards by the locks of her hair intertwined in his hands. Her body gives freely. Her body needs dearly. Her wrists struggle to pull free. His tongue gently probes into her open lips, and then suddenly he slides a finger back into her cunt; teasing her senses of what other lips he will part.
Her wetness delights him making his cock swell once again in his pants. Slowly he pulls away leaving her again in that state of longing that he so liked to torture her with. He removes his clothing slowly as he watches her hips squirm beseeching in their own unspoken way to be taken by him.
She took a deep breath and began to hush her desire a bit. What she didn't expect was the hasty whap of the flogger she knew to be his. The strikes were rhythmic and placed precisely from her neck to her thighs. Extra care was taken to lengthen the strength of the stroke and increase the rhythm, until she knew for sure she had the cadence pegged. Abruptly the rhythm stopped. "A massage for the wicked," he had called it once, she agreed entirely. Her cunt grew wetter, her clit throbbing and begging her to scream out with her need.
