So, there I was: 20, unemployed, still living at home, nowhere near a degree of any kind, and broken hearted. It had been six months since the demise of my first serious relationship, and thoughts of William still haunted. Sure, he had been twice my age, but it he was good to me. I loved him more than I'd ever loved any man, and he'd given me more pleasure during our first kiss than I'd ever found in being inexpertly humped by some drunken frat boy in the back of an SUV.
I needed to get away. BADLY. So I made plans to stay with relatives on the east coast for a few days.
Perfect time to clear my head
I thought.
So, no drinking, no smoking, and no thinking about William. I can do this.
With forty minutes left until my flight to Vermont, I wandered in to a small bookshop. Immediately, my eyes fell on the 'Erotica' section, causing me to unintentionally blush and look away in shame. Then I thought,
Hey, I'm a grown woman, I can look if I please. It'll be good for a laugh.
About an hour later, I was squared away in my tiny window seat with a copy of a lurid, Gothic bodice ripper. Like some horny, sixteen year old boy with his first 'Playboy,' I tucked myself as far away from the other passengers as I could get. Thoroughly engrossed in the pages of the tawdry fantasy, my mind began to picture myself: corseted, curled, and enslaved to a dark master. I turned the page and then...
I tipped my head up, but only slightly, taking care not to meet his eyes. Sitting on a four-poster bed, clad in breeches and a loose shirt was William. My mouth watered at the very sight of him, tall and broad with gleaming dark skin. I was positioned in front of him on my hands and knees, my full breasts subject to gravity as the hung over the edge of the waist cincher tightly fastened around my mid section. Aside from the small corset, I was completely nude, my thick black hair fastened in ringlets at the nape of my neck.
'Come to me.'
His words were quiet, but there was no doubt of their authority. I crawled across the cold stone floor and lifted myself to a kneeling position, my knees spread. He lifted my chin and leaned in, exploring my mouth with his. I had to fight the urge to touch him, so clasp his strong body to mine. Every part of my body tingled, electric currents seemed to travel from my breasts, to my caramel colored nipples, to the deepest core of my pussy. I clasped my hands against my thighs to keep from exploring the sensations, knowing full well it was up to him to tell me when and what I could feel.
He released my mouth and began to let his wide hands roam over my chest. His long fingers teasingly traced the folds and lines of my D-cups, then quickly found my nipples, twisting them painfully. I bit my lip to restrain my shriek of sweet and sour pleasure. My self-control seemed to please him.
'Undress me.'
I moved to stand, but felt him push me back to the ground, and I cringed at my obvious mistake. I was a slave, and I was always to stay on my hands and knees. Fear and lust mixed in my heart as I knew this would cost me.
'That was stupid, Belle. You're not a stupid girl, are you?'
'No sir,' I whispered fearfully.
'Your mistakes have consequences, Belle. It hurts me more than it hurts you, you know.'
'Yes sir.'
With that, he pulled me from the ground and stretched me across his lap. I could feel his arousal press me through his trousers, and felt myself grow wet with excitement and anticipation. He briefly brushed my hair off of my neck, tracing the tattoo of his initials the marked the nape of my neck. Without warning, his heavy hand landing a resounding smack on my unprepared bottom. I cried out in surprise, knowing this would only add to my punishments.
He continued to spank me, stopping intermittently to caress the red marks that stood out starkly against my white skin. I bit my lip to restrain my cries, the rough fabric of his breeches rubbing pleasurably against my breasts as I rocked with his blows. He began to alternate between my thighs and my ass, varying the severity so I was never prepared for what he'd give me next. I was near tears and near cumming, gulping for air to sustain me through the intensity of my pleasure.
