“Keep your eyes closed.”
I jerked. I hadn’t even heard him enter the room.
“I like you spread out like this,” he said.
“Take your hands and pretend they’re mine, touch yourself.”
I tried to process what he just said.
“Now, Robyn.”
I lifted my hands to my breasts; I’d done this so many times.
I felt Will’s warm breath as it brushed across my ear as his hands caressed me.
His touch started out soft and gentle, but quickly grew rough as my breathing became choppy.
He was hungry and I was the only thing he could consume.
With painful slowness, he rolled the tip of one nipple and then the other. I bit the inside of my cheek, awash in the sensations he created.
He pinched, pulling hard, and then harder when I gasped.
I needed him, wanted him, craved him.
I trailed a hand down my stomach desperate to be filled, I wanted him to fill me.
He pushed my leg further apart and I was spread before him in offering, would he take me, take me and be done with it, fill me like I’d never been filled before.
My eyelids fluttered.
“Keep your eyes closed.”
He was inches from my face, and I smelled the maleness of him.
My heart beat frantically while I waited for him to continue.
“Why do you use a single finger to represent my cock?”
I slipped another finger inside.
“Another.”
I added a third and started moving them in and out.
“Harder,” he whispered. “I would fuck you harder.”
I wasn’t going to last long, with that type of talk.
I pushed deeper, imagining him stretching me.
My legs tightened as low groans escaped my lips.
“Now,” Will said and I exploded.
There was utter silence for several minutes as my breathing returned to normal.
I opened my eyes and found him standing beside the bed, forehead glistening with sweat.
His erection strained against the front of his trousers.
“That was an easy orgasm, Robyn,” he said, staring at me, “don’t expect that to happen too often.”
“Put on your robe and follow me.”
We walked down the hallway he opened a door, stepped to the side, and bid me enter first.
The room was dark.
A single small lamp gave the only light.
From the ceiling two thick chains with shackles were suspended.
I spun around to gape at him.
He didn’t look surprised.
“Do you trust me, Robyn?”
“I...I...” I stuttered.
He walked around me and unbuckled a shackle.
“Come here.”
I hesitated.
I walked toward him.
“Very good,” he said, “now take off your robe.”
I stood there in front of him completely naked, he took my arms, stretched them above my head, and chained them.
He stepped away and rummaged through a drawer in a nearby table, he took out a scarf, and came back.
“Your other senses will be heightened when I blindfold you.”
He tied the scarf around my eyes and the room went black.
I heard footsteps and then there was nothing.
No light, no sound, nothing, just the racing thump of my heart and my shaky breathing.
Then as light as air, something brushed my hair aside and I jumped.
“What do you feel, Robyn?” he whispered, “be honest.”
“Fear,” I answered in my own whisper. “I feel fear.”
“Understandable, but completely unnecessary, I would never cause you harm.”
Something delicate circled my breast, excitement pulsed between my legs.
“What do you feel now?” he asked.
“Anticipation.”
He chuckled and the sound reverberated along my spine.
I felt him draw another circle, teasingly, barely touching me, “and if I told you this was a riding crop, what would you feel?”
A riding crop? my breath caught, “Pain.”
The crop swished through the air and landed sharply on my breast.
I gasped at the sensation. It hurt briefly, but not too bad.
“See?” he said, “nothing to fear, I won’t cause you harm.”
The crop tapped my knees, “spread your legs.”
I felt even more exposed now.
My heart was pounding, but something inside me was lit with excitement.
He trailed the crop from my knees to the apex between my legs, right where I was most needy. “I could whip you here,” he said, “what would you think about that?”
“I...I... I don’t know,” I said with hesitancy.
The crop connected three times in quick succession right near my clit, it stung, but the sting was replaced almost immediately by the need for more.
“And now?” he asked, the crop swishing gentle as a butterfly between my legs.
“More,” I begged. “I need more.”
The crop circled gently a few times before he snapped it against my aching centre.
Again, and again it struck, each time bringing a pain laced with an unbelievable pleasure. I cried out as he struck again.
“You look so beautiful chained before me, pulling against my restraints, wanting my whip.”
The crop tickled my breast once more, “your body is begging for release, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I admitted, surprised at how much I needed release.
I pulled against the chains, wanting to touch myself, to bring myself pleasure if he wouldn’t.
“And you’ll have it,” as the crop smacked against my core once more, “but not tonight.”
I whimpered as I heard him walk away.
Somewhere in the room, a drawer opened, I pulled on the chains again, what did he mean, not tonight?
“I’m going to unchain you now,” he said.
“You will go home and to bed, you will sleep naked and you will not touch yourself at all, if you do there will be severe consequences if you disobey.”
He undid the chains one at a time, gently rubbing a sweet-smelling lotion on each wrist.
He then removed the blindfold and said very authoritatively “do you understand Robyn?”
I looked at him and knew he meant what he said, “yes Sir.”
It would be a long night without the release I so craved, I wanted and needed to cum right this second, but knew of the consequences if I dared to disobey him.
I dressed and left.
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