He walked around to her right and out of view. It wasn’t as easy to track him in his bare feet. She heard the bag and the metal sounds of him rummaging through it. Carrying out his full circuit of her he appeared on her left, bag in one hand, something else in the other. Dropping it in front of her with a loud clunky-clink, he returned to the table with the other item… a lighter flicked. He turned and approached her, squatting down in front of her. He set the wide silver tin in front of her, close enough for her to feel the heat from the two wicks burning. A familiar smell, long past, reached her nose. Her heart pounded in the recognition. She remembered telling him once about this very scent. A silly story of her youth. The best vanilla strawberry body lotion she could buy with her own money. HER own money. Years ago as a young girl in Bath & Body Works. She smelled it in the store and felt a flush come over her tender places. She never knew why it made her feel her body but it did. She felt so grown up, so alive…
… and here it was.
remembered…
The tiny bit of heat from the flames made her labia swell and she felt fresh wetness form deep inside her, as a woman does, before anyone else can know. She clenched down on the emptiness of herself in need of him and he saw it on her bare belly. The flex of her beautiful skin sent a surge of blood coursing through him. With every fiber of restraint he could muster, he gently reached out and palmed her cheek. Sliding his thumb once around her wet lips and rope … pausing… and reaching into the bag.
He pulled out a longer, dark leather bound case with two latches on the front and sat it on the floor. “Eleven” scrolled onto the top of it. Turning it towards her and flipping the latches, he opened the case. Inside, a large dual headed, shiny curved dildo. Stainless steel with one end bulbed followed by three raised ridges on its length. Gradually larger towards the other end with a much larger bulbed head. It was gorgeous… and scary.
Reaching inside again produced a velvety sham. Unfolding it on the floor revealed an anal hook with a ring on one end and a perfectly round ball on the other.
But the third item was a true oddity. It was an obvious foot pedal for a base drum with a hammer for striking the drum but the soft mallet had been removed. In it’s place a thick round walnut handle. “Please Sir” burned into its two foot length. At rest it almost laid on top of the pedal. He held one hand out and slammed on the pedal with the other. So fast… so dangerous. It slapped his hand with a hard thump. Her eyes blinked at the sound. He groaned a low growl and did it again. His fist gripped the wood hard at the pain. She thought he might crush it with his angered hand. Pushing the toys aside he palmed her other cheek with that hand. It was hot on her.
“When you break, I’ll build you back stronger than ever before”
Her breath was taken.
He reached for the melted massage oil between her legs. Pouring some onto his hands, he rubbed them together and gripped her wrists by her head. Slowly dragging the sweet scent down her forearms and elbows and triceps and back again. Intoxicating. At her wrists he pulled them down and poured more oil. On her shoulders and down her arms and back again. Each dose of oil making her flinch but only until she felt herself unburned. The vanilla and strawberry making her leak her own sweetness almost as much as his tender touch. Her neck and down her chest. Breasts massaged with her nipples hard under his fingers and palms. The skin rubbed with the innocence of a princess servant. Along her sides and stomach until he prompted her to rise with his hands on her hips. From her ankles up with both hands around her leg. First one, then the other. The touch, the heat, the smell, the pressure, the removal of any thought of her desire other than his… his.
His thumbs, freshly dipped and hot… pressing. The tops of her inner thighs. In circles. Pressing her lips together pushing up and spreading her open pulling down. The circles making her throb. His hand dipped before he stood and slowly turning her. Capturing her tender folds in his hot dripping hand. His other sliding up the back of her neck. A fistful of hair at her scalp as he pressed the hot oil up on her. Knees buckling but caught with his strength. Grinding up between her lips and nudging at her hole, over and over and over again.
“Thir cam mi cum, pweese?”
He released her hair and pulled the rope down out of her mouth
“Ask me again” as his hand dropped to her rear and gripped hard. Driving her body against his handful of her captured sex. Grinding… grinding as she spoke.
“Please Sir may I cum? I need to. Please Sir. Please can I cum?”
“NO!” As he slapped her ass
“No, no” each word spanking another cheek. Hard… so hard.
“No, no, no, no, (digging his finger a little inside her tiny pussyhole) no, no, (deeper) no, no, (deeper) no, no”
He slap grabbed her ass and shook his finger deep inside her hard…. Like a vibe as he spoke, “Noooooooooooooooooooooooo”
Her legs gave out beneath her as she held it inside. Her yelps into one moan matching his denial.
He removed his hands quickly so he could catch her falling as he knew she would. He steadied her. Two breaths later he gripped the rope around her neck and pulled her along to the foot of the bed.
