She stood in the middle of the room wearing only a blindfold, black-laced panties, and fine Italian leather heels. The soles of her heels matched the crimson stain of her lips. Her wrists were adorned with leather cuffs and attached to a chain that hoisted them high over her head. Her ankles wore matching cuffs, separated by a three-foot spreader bar. Her breasts heaved with each breath in nervous anticipation of the evening’s events.
She winced and bit her bottom lip when she felt the first clamp bite into her tender nipple and then the second at her other breast. He pulled gently on the chain that held each breast and she cried out when the tension became too great. She felt his warm breath on her ear and neck as he leaned down and kissed her softly. She tilted her head, exposing her neck to his desire. He slowly caressed her jawline with the back of his finger before tracing her collarbone on either shoulder.
“Are you wet?”
His voice was soft but she could hear the desire which he only unleashed in moments such as this. She bit her lip and nodded, embarrassed by her own revelation. “Say it,” he continued, as he dropped his hand and grabbed her cunt.
“Yes, sir,” she panted as she felt herself become wetter at his touch. “I am very wet now.”
“Good.”
He stepped away and she felt a momentary sensation of panic wash over her. Where did he go? When will he be back? Her fears were quickly assuaged when she felt the flat edge of the cold, steel blade against her cheek. He drew the blade down her neck, across her shoulder, up one arm, and down the other. When the blade touched her armpit, she shuddered and goose flesh formed all over her body.
He smiled at the desired effect of her prickled skin and slipped the blade beneath the hem of her panties by her hip. He leaned down and kissed her, flicking his wrist as the fabric gave way. Again she gasped. Her panties clung to her sex thanks to the arousal that now made her blush. He did the same to the other side and let her panties fall to the floor.
He stepped behind her and freed his throbbing cock. She became nervous when she heard him lower his zipper. She felt the blade against her throat and she held her breath as he spread her lips and slowly slipped his cock inside her. She cried out at the sudden intrusion of his girth. He lifted her off the floor as she now hung from her wrists, supported by his arm around her waist. He fucked her slowly at first, breathlessly moaning vile and seductive words into her ear as she slipped closer to the edge.
“Fuck me, please.” She begged, not recognizing the sound of her own voice as he sheathed the knife on his belt and gave her everything she desired.
