'This Was It' Pt 2

Seeing his gift of submission almost made her break into a smile but she pulled back, No, not yet, first he has to show me how willing he is to let me control him she thought. The trepidation she had felt before was no longer an issue. It was if she was on a rush of adrenaline, her senses were buzzing and her body pulsed with an energy she had never felt. When she had seen the toys he had left out for her to use, her pussy had throbbed with all the possibilities to play with him. As she moved to the side of him, she watched for any signs of hesitation but he kept his head to the ground. She reached out to him, moving her fingers through his hair slowly, massaging his scalp which provoked a sigh from him. She loved hearing him make those little noises, but loved it even more when he cried out…

His body longed to lean into her as soon as her hand touched his scalp but he had to be still or she would stop. A tiny moan escaped his mouth when she massaged his head, lightly grazing her fingers along his skin and he felt goose bumps on his neck. She placed her other hand on his shoulder, moving closer to him, and he could smell her perfume or maybe it was just her. Turning his head slightly to identify the smell, he was unprepared for the sudden yank on his hair.
“I’m sure I didn’t give you permission to move pet”, she said sweetly, pulling his head back so he could see her face. He opened his eyes, noting that the smile on her face was anything but sweet.
“Sorry miss”, he managed to groan out, “It won’t happen again”. Her hold on his hair hadn’t lost its grip and he knew there was nothing he could do to lessen the pain. She pushed his head forward before letting go of his hair, dragging her nails along his neck, a gentle touch which contrasted with the sharp, hot pain he had just felt.

Resisting the urge to rub that sore spot, he kept his body still as she stood in front of him. She was coming out of her shell, and he would put up with anything she gave to him, Hmm maybe not everything, he thought as he remembered the riding crop on the table.
“Let’s have some music on; I’m in the mood for something dark and edgy” she declared as she moved to the corner of the room. Her ipod had been left there beforehand for that reason; she expressed herself more openly through music. From the speakers came a song he knew all too well, and wondered if he would able to crawl let alone walk by the end of the night.

Are you ready for a good pounding baby? came the lyric from the speakers. He heard her softly singing along as she made her way back to him. She grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, leaving it bunched on his shoulders. She slid her hands sensually over his upper back before moving forward and touching his chest, using her nails to graze his chest. He breathed sharply when she paused near his nipples, but she continued downward onto his stomach and back up again. His body begun to hum with want, the teasing touches brought shivers to his body as his cock stirred to life.

“Jeans off, and get on the bed. Lay down on your back spread eagle”, she commanded as she pulled his t-shirt all the way off. As she stepped back to the table, he stood up and began taking his jeans off. Ignoring the discomfort he felt under his boxers, he stepped out of his shoes and socks before grabbing his clothes up and placing them on the chair by the side of the bed. He got onto the bed and stretched his body out, feeling the cool, crisp cotton sheets underneath his body and gave a small sigh of pleasure. From his position on the bed, he watched the back of her body, swaying to the music as she decided what instrument to use.

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Hmm, what to torture him with? she thought, as her hands skimmed the array of toys in front of her. She knew his weak spots and she wanted to make him beg tonight; make him cry out for things he didn’t even know he wanted. Picking up the small nipple suction cups in one hand, and the blindfold in the other, she decided to start slow with him. Turning the music up first, she went back to the bed and noticed the slight bulge in his boxers. She wondered how long it would be before he asked to escape and be touched.

“Close your eyes” she said to him as she put the clamps down on the bed. As he obeyed, she placed the blindfold over his eyes and checked that it was snug and tight. She wanted him to fully enjoy all his other senses tonight and peeking wasn’t allowed. She ran her hands across his chest, watching as his skin rippled with nerves. Giggling inwardly, she picked up the suction cups and placed them first on his left nipple and then his right. Hearing his slight moans, she grazed the skin around his nipples, leaning down to gently bite his chest before she backed away from him. Grabbing the restraints from under the bed, she cuffed his hands first and then his feet. Happy with her work, she went to lean by the table and waited for his body to betray him with the need to be touched.

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He knew he should have been worried when she turned up the music but his mind had been distracted when he saw the suction cups. Now he was blindfolded, restrained to the bed and the suction cups were making his already sensitive nipples even more receptive. As the music continued, he wondered what she was doing. He couldn’t feel her presence near him…had she just left him here? He took a deep breath to calm any rash thoughts, and reasoned with mind that she was just teasing him. She wouldn’t leave him here, not confined and blind to what was going on. As the minutes ticked along, his body started to tremor as he thought of what she would do to him. The suction cups had made his nipples hard and tight, and his boxers were now chaffing his hardening cock.
She was going to play with him…right?

He was getting hot, and it wasn’t in a good way. He had also stopped counting a while ago so he was no longer sure of how much time had passed. Had the temperature of the room been this hot, or was his body just reacting to the situation? He strained his ears, trying to hear anything; a movement or a sound every time a song stopped and there was a pause but he heard nothing. His emotions betrayed him as he felt some fear, a lot of excitement and he knew for certain he was turned on, and she hadn’t even properly touched him yet. He was thirsty, desperate for a sign that she hadn’t left him, but most of all; he was desperate to just be touched.