This story is mine. Its also on another site. I own all rights. Enjoy.
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We are walking in the park after a formal dinner, hand in hand. Its quiet, warm. The crickets are loud in their mating calls. Our conversation is small, polite. I'm sneaking furtive glances up at you, so happy as I am to have finally landed a date with you after months of sly innuendos and unnecessary lingering touches. I knew we would end up here eventually. I wanted to get to know the man behind the height... The long legs and tapered fingers that I fantasized about having curled inside me every night. The wicked smirk followed by an innocent blush that gave your thoughts away...
I hear a crack of thunder and see lightning in the distance. Its so loud that it startles me, making me squeak and grab onto your sleeve tighter. The sky opens up and it begins to rain, darkening every surface around us and instantly soaking through my dress. I run to get out of it because we are both dressed so nice. I don't want our clothes ruined by mud.
You easily catch up to me and push me against the nearest tree trunk. My back is flat against the rough surface. The pieces of bark that are flaking off are digging into my back. You push both hands above my head with one of yours to where both of my wrists are pinned in between your long fingers. You cover my mouth with the other.
"Don't fucking move or i will punish you... Don't say a word unless i tell you to. Do you understand me?" you growl into my ear. Its all I can do to nod. Your strong fingers are pressing into my mouth. I want so badly to dart my tongue out to taste your skin. You smell so divine, so masculine. I barely restrain myself.
Then you remove your tie and tie it around my head, covering my eyes. You slowly walk away until I can't feel you near me, though I can still feel your eyes on me, boring into my over sensitive skin. I instantly feel bereft; your presence was comforting to me.
Your absence persists for a few minutes more. I'm cold and wet, and I can't see a thing. All I can hear is my heavy breathing and the steady rain. The rain is heavy, causing puddles around my feet. The light rhythm of the rain on the thick foliage is little comfort for my over sensitive hearing. My heart is in my throat. I suddenly find that I am quite scared of my solitude in this dark abandoned park.
I suddenly hear a twig snap to my left and I jump and squeak.
"Hello? Is that you? Oh, god, please..." I whimper pathetically.
Silence.
Another twig snaps, and I jump again. My dress is soaked through and my hair is plastered wetly to my forehead. I know at any moment I can just remove the makeshift blindfold and walk the rest of the way home by myself but my curiosity is getting the better of me.
I desperately want to know what you are up to. I want to finally see the side of you that i know is hiding just under the surface.
Suddenly, I feel a single fingertip slide gently down the bridge of my nose and over my lips, tracing the outline of them... Down my jawbone and neck to slide sensually over my collarbones. I shiver for another reason entirely now, but I find myself calmed.
I know it's you. I know you won't hurt me. But I also know that deep down, I kinda want you to hurt me, if just a little.
My heart is pounding, I whimper your name. You quietly scold me, telling me to be quiet or else. I shiver, a little thrill of fear sliding up my spine. You kiss me softly, gently, lingering for a few moments before you pull away.
You pull the straps of my thin white dress down my shoulders. I can feel the transparent material pooling around my waist. My nipples turn to hard little pebbles. I can feel water collecting on the tips of them, then dripping off into the earth below. I wore my dress sans bra due to it being backless. I thought it was sexy at the time, but now I am regretting it. I move to cover up my nudity by crossing my arms. I can feel my skin heat in embarrassment, the rain dripping slowly down my breasts in tiny droplets racing one another to be absorbed into the silk of my dress. I feel a sharp sting as you slap my hands away, making me jolt.
You growl at me, "You're not pleasing your master..."
I whimper quietly, biting my lip. I can feel my pulse racing. I try to form my mind around the foreign word.
Master. Slave. A taboo relationship. The thought is completely erotic. Hypnotic.
You continue, growling in my ear, your lips softly grazing the lobe, "Your master requires full view at all times. You are beautiful and you shall not cover yourself."
I nod in understanding. I still can't see a thing. The rain and thunder are now deafening. So is my own heart beat.
You rake your nails down my exposed tits, raising the skin. It smarts. It feels like tiny flames licking at my skin which are instantly soothed by the cool rain. Your fingertips barely caress my nipples as you explore my upper body. I find myself holding my breath.
I'm covered in goosebumps from head to toe and my nerves are lit with suppressed passion. Suddenly, I feel your warmth mix with mine. You slide the tip of your nose up the side of my neck, inhaling my scent, then proceed to explore it slowly... gently with hot, open mouthed kisses, each time allowing your teeth to graze my skin.
My knees turn weak. I can barely stand. My panties are drenched in my arousal. Oh god, I want you like I've never wanted anything before in my entire life.
You ask in a low voice if I am ready for you. I am silent in my apprehension. I gasp when I feel your large, slightly rough hands slide along my shoulders, and down my arms before you press yourself against me, pinning me against the trunk effectively. I can feel your cold bare skin against mine. Your chest warms me. I feel your heart racing against my cheek due to our disproportionate height.
You ask me again if I am ready for you.
"Yes... Yes, please, Sir..." I whimper.
