With one hand he forced her onto her chest as he yanked her arms behind her back. Cold metal ringed her wrists - handcuffs. He pulled her roughly up to her knees and dragged her to the floor.
"Knees," he ordered, and she went down without hesitation. He opened his pants, took her by the chin and forced himself into her mouth.
She loved the size of him, the feel of him in her mouth, the slight salt taste of him against her tongue. Slowly, he thrust in and out while she sucked and caressed and kissed. Ostensibly she was his property. At moments like this, however, she knew she owned him as much as he owned her.
His breathing quickened and she readied herself to swallow. Instead he pulled out of her mouth, grabbed her by the shoulder, and dragged her once more to her feet.
"You enjoyed that, didn’t you?" he rasped the words in her ear.
"Yes, Sir."
"Because you like sucking cock? Or because you like sucking my cock?"
She smiled.
"Yes, Sir."
He laughed softly and nipped at her neck.
"Good answer."
She stood still and waited as he undressed. She wanted to watch, wanted to see him, but kept her eyes respectfully lowered to the floor. Only her respect for him, for his dominance, his mastery of her, eclipsed her love and desire for him. Everything primal and female in her wanted to lay itself at the feet of everything male and primitive in him.
With a hand on the back of her neck, he steered her to the closed closet door. As a birthday gift to her, he’d gotten an over-the-door restraint system. Now he had somewhere to tie her up. Made for much easier flogging.
He took off the handcuffs and tossed them aside before forcing her arms over her head. One by one he buckled her wrists to the straps on the door. She turned her head and rested her cheek against the cool painted wood. In and out she breathed, slowly, deeply. She let herself fall into a meditative trance that even the first fall of the flogger on her back didn’t interrupt, but the second, much harder lash did. She grunted with every new strike. Her back burned with pain. Her body burned with need. She wanted it to go on forever. She needed it to stop immediately.
He dropped the flogger and pushed his chest into her back. At first she flinched from the pain, but the feel of his warm body on her ravaged back sent renewed desire singing through her skin.
