She met him at the door wearing his favorite lingerie. The black-laced demi-cup brassiere with matching panties, garters, and stockings combined with her five-inch Italian leather heels was a delectable treat for his senses. Her excited nipples rose with each breath she took and begged for the touch of his lips.
He stepped inside and took her in his arms. He devoured her in a hungry kiss and turned, to back her against the wall. One hand cupped her breast and caressed her nipple while their tongues dueled in the fiercest of kisses. His fingers of his free hand weaved their way through her hair and pressed against her scalp. He broke their kiss only long enough to breathe warm air across her ear as he kissed her neck. She wrapped her hands around his head and held him against her flesh. She was more aroused than she had been in a very long time.
“Come with me,” he said as he took her by the hand and led her through the entry and into the dining room. The antique table was positioned in the center of the room with 2 chairs on each side and one at each end. “Which one is his?” he asked.
“That one,” she said as she pointed to the one at the far end of the room. Still holding her hand he led her to the end of the table and pulled the chair away. He took her in his arms again and pinned her against the table as he hungrily kissed her. He then broke the kiss and spun her around. Using his strength, he bent her forward over the table and grabbed each hand, pinning them behind her back.
He reached for the knife in the sheath of his belt and placed the cold, steel edge flat against the back of her thigh. She gasped at the sudden and exciting sensation.
“Are you wet?” he asked, plainly.
“Yes, Sir.” She replied.
“Good,” he said as he slid the blade of the knife under the crotch of her panties and sliced through the thin layer of cotton and lace. He replaced the knife on his belt and freed his throbbing cock. As he rubbed the bulbous head of his shaft against her glistening sex, she bit her bottom lip in anticipation of the pain that would course through her loins when he claimed her again.
“Fuck me, hard.” She hissed as he slowly slid inside her. With one hand holding her wrists against her back and the other holding her hip, he began to take her from behind with no sense of compassion or care.
“I want you to remember this moment when you’re eating dinner here tonight.” His words were like a knife in her chest, but yet they only pushed her closer to the edge.
“Yes, Sir.” She panted, as her orgasm began to overtake her senses. As her body began to respond to his thrusts, she cried out as she surrendered to the pleasure overloading her nervous system. He, in turn, cried out as he felt her sex clench his cock and soon he could hold back no longer. With a final thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her and collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the table. His lips rested against her ear as his warm, ragged breath seduced her mind as it caressed her flesh. “You belong to me now,” he hissed as the last of his seed drained from his cock. “You will forever be my pet.”
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As she set the table, her mind flashed back to memories of the afternoon. She felt herself becoming aroused as she drew her hands across the hard mahogany where her breasts were pinned just hours before. How on earth would she make it through dinner without losing her composure? This was going to be the longest night of her life until she heard from him again.