Dangerous 2

There they lay for what seemed like an eternity in just a few minutes. She in a trance like state from her ordeal, he just happy to be there, with his plaything; this woman. His face in her hair as she lay on him almost drifting into sleep as she relaxed more with this man, who had so taken her almost to the edge just previously. He was enjoying this moment; he could feel her warmth, smell her perfume, intoxicating him
He could lie here with this woman forever, breathing in her scent, feeling her
warmth. But that’s not why both of them were here. He gently moved her to one side as he slid off the bed, she protesting drowsily, her eyes still closed. He smiled at her even though she could not see it. She was indeed beautiful and he thought himself lucky to be here…but so was she. He pulled the white ropes from under the bed and gently fastened them around her wrists. Still she dozed, oblivious to the preparations going on around her. Only at the last possible second did he pull the rope tight so her arms were pulled spread eagled against the bed. The blindfold now removed, her eyes snapped open and she squealed like a young girl, pulling at the restraints. To no avail she was tied to the bed her arms almost flat to the sheets. She appeared to be angry and a snarl escaped her lips as she demanded he let her free….but there was no way he was going to do that; and she knew it. But still she protested as the rope at the bottom of the bed was revealed. He reached for her ankle but she pulled it away from him. Again he reached and again she pulled back. With a sneer he turned and picked up the leather tool he had previously. As soon as she saw it she struggled more against the restraints and moved her legs away from him. He just laughed and climbed on the bed, pushing her legs down and sitting on them, he was too strong for her and the ropes held her arms securely no matter how much she struggled. “Naked and helpless we are little girl; you had best behave or this will have to be used to…persuade you to be still.”
She wasn’t totally naked as her suspenders stockings and shoes remained, but no more need to be removed for what was to happen next. She thought about this for a moment before ceasing her struggling and submitting to this man, her master of pleasure; her tormentor. “Good, I see we will not need this anymore”. And he placed it on the table, still within reach. He climbed off the bed and grabbed one of her ankles, she did not protest as he tied the rope around it and pulled it to the edge of the bed, merely watched with her reddened eyes, face streaked with makeup from the tears previously. Just as he went to grab her other leg she pulled it away to meet the first leg. “I see, obstinate and disobedient we are today…you will pay for that lady”. He picked up the leather implement and raised it, a whimper escaped her lips before it was brought down on the offending leg, swish..smack!! The leather streaking across her delicate nylon covered leg. A cry emitted; even before she had finished yelping like a little lost puppy a second swish and smack as the leather once again whipped across her skin stinging, burning, reddening. Another cry before he grabbed her legs firmly and pulled them roughly apart. Still resisting but not so much as before. With one more hard pull her legs were wide enough apart for him to kneel in between and finish the last restraint. “There we go little girl, little Clair. That wasn’t so bad was it? We had best be a good girl, no misbehaving or the punishment will only get worse”.
So there she lay, trussed up by wrist and ankle, spread out, ready to be used, to be abused, to be ..taken.
He stood back and admired her. A vision of submissive beauty, tied for his (and her) pleasure. He walked back and forth and around the sides of the bed, his hand thoughtfully rubbing his chin as he thought about what to do next. Completely at his mercy she was, and her eyes followed him. Breathing slowly, expectantly, fearfully even. What was he planning? What was he going to do?

She needn’t have feared as this was all for show. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He had known for a long time. This moment had been planned to the tiniest detail for days before and he smiled to himself as her eyes followed him up and down the room. He leaned over her face, only a few inches from hers, looking deep into her gorgeous eyes. The makeup smudged and not so perfect any more. He felt his pulse race, his excitement increase, his breathing quicken. He was also aroused by this, he wanted her and he would have her, oh by god he would take her; but not yet. There was much to do, much to give to her, to force on her, and she wanted it. He gazed at her, mouth fixed in a defiant sneer “OH HO!! Still some fight left in you is there lady? Still want to disobey me, still rebel against me. Stil……” She raised her head and spat in his face; a last act of defiance; and instantly she regretted the action as he recoiled and his face grew sombre. His eyes became piercing as he wiped the wetness from his face.