These writings are of my own creation.
He tells you to get on your knees. He grabs the blindfold and tells you that you were a good girl. You hear him moving around the room before he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you to your feet and pulls you over to what he's prepared. He moves your legs into place, putting what feels like leather upon your limb. He fastens your legs and your hands in place stretching you out and making it so you can't move.
You feel something cold being dragged against your skin before feeling your bra being cut. He moves to each piece of clothing, cutting it off piece by piece, and leaving you completely naked exposed to the cold air coming from the air conditioning. He steps back and you can hear his steps echoing as he walks away.
You feel something cold against your skin causing you to squeal from the sudden coldness. He moves it over your hardened nipples and slowly inches it closer and closer to your core. The next thing you feel is the coldness being taken away and a sharp stinging sensation on your nipple causing you to scream out from the pain and pleasure it gives. He alternates between the cold and the pain for what feels like hours bringing you to the brink of release. He plays your body like an instrument and enjoys every minute of it.
You break cursing him for not letting you release. Making everything stop. You gasp from the sudden brightness as he tears the blindfold off allowing you to see the anger in his steel gray eyes as he asks you to repeat what you said. Daring you to say it again.