Blindfolded and restrained, I could only listen as she moved around the room, each soft rustle and deliberate footstep sending ripples of anticipation through me. She was taking her time, savoring the control she had over me, and I could feel my body responding to her every subtle cue, even as I lay there completely at her mercy.
“Still eager, even after everything,” she mused, her voice low and teasing. “That’s what I like about you—you don’t hold back.”
The sound of her heels stopped, and I felt her presence return, her warmth hovering just above me. She ran a single finger down my chest, tracing the outline of my muscles with an agonizing slowness before stopping just above my hips. “But tonight isn’t about you anymore,” she said, her tone sharp yet enticing. “Tonight, you’re going to learn what it means to truly surrender.”
Her fingers tightened briefly around my hips, her nails biting into my skin before she let go. Then came the unmistakable sound of leather sliding against skin—a strap, a whip? I couldn’t tell, and that uncertainty made my heart race.
“You’ll stay still,” she instructed, her tone brooking no argument. “No squirming, no moving. If you can’t behave, there will be consequences.”
The first touch was soft—a featherlight stroke across my chest and stomach that sent shivers through my entire body. She was testing me, seeing how far she could push. Then, a sharp smack landed on my thigh, the sting biting into my skin and making me gasp.
“Good,” she murmured, her voice carrying a smile. “You’re paying attention.”
The teasing continued, alternating between soft caresses and sudden, stinging strikes that kept me on edge, unsure of what was coming next. Each touch, each sound, each command only heightened my awareness of her control, and I found myself sinking deeper into the moment, surrendering completely to her.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”
I nodded, my body trembling beneath her as her words sank in. “Good boy,” she said, her tone filled with approval. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”
Her hands explored my body with renewed purpose, her touch both tender and commanding. She was deliberate in everything she did, knowing exactly how to keep me teetering on the edge without ever letting me fall over it.
Without warning, her body pressed against mine, her warmth enveloping me as she straddled my hips. I could feel her wetness teasing me, her movements slow and deliberate as she rocked against me without allowing me inside her. “Do you want me?” she asked, her voice a mix of sweetness and cruelty.
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice trembling with need.
“Then beg,” she demanded, her nails digging into my chest as she leaned forward. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me exactly how much you want me.”
“Please,” I gasped, the word tumbling from my lips without hesitation. “Please, I need you.”
“Hmm,” she mused, grinding against me again, her pace maddeningly slow. “You’ll get what you want… when I decide you’ve earned it.”
She continued her slow torment, her body moving against mine with precision, her wetness driving me wild with need. I was desperate for her, but the restraints and the blindfold only heightened her control, keeping me completely at her mercy.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” she whispered, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “But you’re not allowed to finish. Not until I say so.”
Her hands roamed over my body, her touch igniting every nerve as she continued to tease me, her movements calculated to push me right to the edge. “Remember,” she said, her lips brushing against my ear, “you’re mine. You don’t cum unless I give you permission. Understood?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice breaking under the weight of my desperation.
“Good,” she said, her smile audible in her voice. “Then let’s see how much you can really handle.”
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