She knelt beside the fire in his study on the bearskin rug. She wore only her leather evening collar and the warmth from the fire bathed her naked body. With her hands resting on her thighs, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the snapping of the fire and clacking of the typewriter keys as he worked quietly at his desk. To her, there was no place she would rather be. She found her mind was most quiet and she felt safest when she was in his presence.
He’d been working for hours but she could still feel his lingering touch when he placed the leather collar around her neck and kissed her shoulder after closing the lock in the hasp. She wanted for nothing and felt honored and privileged to quietly meditate in his presence. Even though he wasn’t touching her, she was basking in his masculinity and remembering the events of last night.
He had finished working for the evening and had beckoned her to kneel before him. She took great pleasure in worshiping his sex until he lifted her to her feet and kissed her hungrily. He placed the leather cuffs on her wrists and snapped them together behind her back. He then lowered the chain from the ceiling and attached her wrists to the hook.
She was bent at nearly a 90-degree angle as he applied cuffs and a spreader bar to her ankles. Now, fully exposed, he stood behind her and caressed the curve of her hips and her ass. She yelped when she felt the sting of the flogger kiss her clit and he draped the strands of leather across the small of her back and affixed the ball gag in her mouth to keep her silent.
He spent the better part of the next half-hour with the leather painting her flesh a warm shade of blush. Her ass, thighs, belly and breasts felt warm and sensitive in the cool air of the study. Her arousal clung to her thighs and spittle dripped from her lips and chin. She thought she must look like a hot mess, but to him, she was her usual, beautiful self.
Satisfied with his work he hung the flogger on the wall and stoked the fire in the fireplace, the very fireplace she knelt before now. She felt his hand glide smoothly up her spine and she closed her eyes as gooseflesh formed on her neck and shoulders. She heard him remove his clothes and took his place behind her. He placed the head of his cock against her sex and using her hip as leverage, he pulled her back, slowly sliding inside her.
He started slow, but when he had finished, he had completely ravished her. All told, she had had at least three orgasms, if not more. He ran his hand up and down her back while his throbbing cock drained the last of his seed inside her. She felt his hand around the back of her neck and he clinched a fistful of her hair before slowly pulling her head back and turning it to the side. He leaned forward and removed the gag from her mouth before wiping her lips with his hand. He kissed her hungrily and whispered in her ear, “You are mine, forever.”
She blushed at his words and knew there was no greater gift he could have given her in that moment. She was more than a little sad to feel him slide out of her before he released her bonds and laid her on the bearskin rug in front of the fire. He retrieved a basin of warm water on the hearth and a couple of dry cloths. He spent the next few minutes washing and drying her body. He then lay beside her and took her in his arms. Within minutes, she was sleeping soundly in his arms and he was more content than ever.
She opened her eyes when she felt his hand on her shoulder and was immediately brought back to the present. “Where were you, my pet? I’ve called your name three times now,” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she blushed. “I was lost in memories of last night.”
“I see,” he replied as a smile formed across his lips. “Then I assume you are ready for Act Two?”
