He fastened the cuffs to both her wrists before he removed the plant that hung from the ceiling and set it in the corner. With two half-hitches, he secured the rope that held the plant to the D-ring on each cuff, thus, hoisting her arms above her head.
He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down over her hips and helped her step out of them. He then took the blade of his knife and made quick work of the buttons on her blouse that held it in place. As the buttons fell to the floor and rolled across the room, he looked her up and down and placed the razor sharp blade under her brassiere, between her breasts. With a flick of his wrist, the lace that held her breasts in place, gave way and they sprang free. He then sheathed his knife for the time being.
She gasped when she felt the weight of her breasts settle as gravity took its effect. He stood before her, placing his palms on her breasts and kneading the soft flesh between his fingers. He then leaned down and kissed her hungrily placing one hand on the side of her neck, holding her head steady. He bit her bottom lip and pulled away, gently tugging before letting go. He then felt her heartbeat quicken as he nibbled on the lobe of her ear.
“Fuck...” she gasped when his warm breath wafted across her ear. Her body was now betraying her resolve and she felt herself become damp between her thighs. “How could he have this much control over me so quickly?” she asked herself.
“What was that?” he asked, looking down at her.
“Apologies,” She blushed. “You’ve made me quiet wet,” she confessed.
He slipped his hand between her thighs and under her satin panties. He confirmed her confession and let his fingers linger as he pleasured her and tested her resolve. Her knees became weak the more he teased her and she pulled against the ropes that held her hands above her head. He then pulled his hand from between her legs and brought his fingers to his lips to taste her arousal.
With their eyes locked on each other’s, he pulled his fingers from his mouth and pressed them between her lips. She offered no resistance as he forced his fingers into her mouth and over her tongue, towards the back of her throat. She gagged when she felt his fingers at the back of her throat and tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to breathe. “Why do guys get off on making women taste themselves?” She thought. And then it hit her... Control.
He worked his fingers back and forth across her tongue and she closed her eyes imagining him with his cock in her mouth. She then felt his teeth sink into her left nipple and she briefly cried out as he began to suckle. He held her nipple between his teeth and lavished it with his tongue. She fought the urge to pull away as her mind was flooded with and incredible endorphin rush. As last he let go of her nipple and pressed her back against the wall. He kissed her hungrily and she melted into his kiss. He caressed her body and memorized the curves of her feminine frame as he took his time and savored the taste of her lips.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he pulled away and stepped in front of his dresser. He picked up the lit candle and a bowl and stood before her again. The first drops of wax fell on the top of her breast and dripped down to her nipple, which still tingled from his teeth. He then selected a cube of ice from the bowl and placed it over the cooling wax as she gasped and bit her bottom lip. When she regained her composure he traced the line of her jaw, down her neck and over her shoulder with the cube of ice before his lips trailed closely behind. He then set the bowl and candle down and took her face in his hands, kissing her again.
When at last he pulled away, he looked her deep in the eye. She looked up at him as the room began to spin... this was subspace and she was slipping quickly away. She struggled to comprehend the words as he spoke but all she heard was, “Fire... or ice. Name your poison, my sweet.”
