The Chimera's Whispers

The world had shifted on it's axis. Before that moment, everything had been a colorful blur. How her day had gone, what she had done, where she had been...A smudge in her timeline. Now, her mind was hyper-focused on singular things. The room was black, the blindfold over her eyes prevented her sight. He had been wickedly clever enough to keep the lights low, so even if she could attempt to be cheeky and peek under the blindfold, she wouldn't see much. The scent of his body-wash permeated around her. Off of her own body, off of his body, it even clung to the sheets.  She focused on those warm calloused hands caressing down her sides; following the rounded curves and dips of her body down towards her thighs before they lifted. The soft breath of his exhales as they traversed down her back. The faint jingle of chains they had bought from the hardware store together. The gentle tug of the O ring of her restraints on her ankles jostled.
He was chaining her ankles together.
She fidgeted as she heard the click of the small locks on the chains. Signalling that even if she had wanted to - she wasn't going anywhere. His hand placed against the back of her shoulders, then pushed gently. She leaned forwards, and soon her own weight was used against her with gravity's pull.  Practically face-first, she was against the bedding. Her assend was up in the air and she fidgeted, trying to slide her knees beneath her to help reposition herself; squirming as she didn't have the use of her hands. It was that moment, something whispered to her. Like a demon, hissing sweet nothings. She loved and hated that whisper. As soon as she heard it, a sting of pain licked across the back of one of her thighs. It caused her back to arch down and she gasped sharply. It wasn't as sharp of a pain as she had before, but it was enough to make her jolt.

"Easy, my pet..." His voice said to her from somewhere behind her,  making her muscles relax. The timbre of his tone had dropped low, a near purr- or was it a growl? She wasn't entirely sure at that moment. Her head turned to try and listen to him more. In response, the crackle of multiple strips of leather was heard and soon, thudded against the middle of her back. Again, again, again. The thudding sensations collided with her flesh, making her sag into the bed and sigh heavily. At the end of it, another lick of pain skittered across her left asscheek- biting her. She jolted again with a yelp that tapered down into moan. Another bite, this time on her other asscheek giving it equal attention, then a sting on her thigh. Focusing in the same regions before something snapped at her outer thigh making her writhe. Soon, in that moment; it had returned to thudding sensations against her mid-back and behind her shoulders. It made her press into the bed more, her chin resting against the bedding as she panted.  It was then, that sting found itself directly between her legs. Making her yelp sharply and jerk in response as white hot pain kissed her labia and clit, causing her womanhood to quiver.  "Mnn... Color?" Came his voice, filled with mild concern at her response. As she caught her breath, her heart having picked up it's pace, her body working through the pain she inwardly took a moment to review herself. She was fine, the pain hurt, but it was already fading, and her womanhood felt warm in result. "Green." she replied faintly. "Good."- she could hear the smile in his tone. At that, the flogger gently tapped against the backs of her thighs before it moved inward. Tapping against her already warmed-womanhood before it gained speed and swat at her again. This time, the leather strips curled. Snapping at her inner thighs and against her labia, making her yowl once more and fidget in place. Before she could recover from that, the flogger found itself against her ass, then her thighs, and her back. Making her writhe as she panted heavily, taking each biting blow as they came.

She could feel it. The heavy sinking feeling. Her mind was slowing down, stumbling, fumbling. Trying to white-knuckle onto thoughts, but they'd slip free and bounce in the same manner trying to clutch a wet soap-bar would happen. It would pop free and drop out of her grip. Unable to truly hold on to it. Pressure had begun to form just beneath her navel, and it was growing. Heat from mingled impacting stings and her own arousal made her feet like she was in a sauna.
"Don't you fucking cum yet, you don't have my permission." His growl warned, right against her ear. She could feel the posts of her own cartilage piercing vibrate in response and she shuddered. "Yes, Sir..." she managed to breathe.

Pressure was felt on her scalp, then aching pain as her head was forced up and back. He had gripped her hair and pulled. Naturally, her jaw clenched shut and she hissed through her teeth primitively, like a caught wild animal. "Open your mouth, my pet." he breathed. There was urgency there, she could hear it. He was aroused. Obediently, her mouth opened. Cold rubber could be felt against her lips and pushing inwards. It was the bar gag. She was all too familiar with it. As it pressed in between her teeth she felt her jaw immediately snap down. Biting into the thick silicone. She always wanted to bite when she was like this, so it was just as well he put a gag in her mouth. Lest it be parts of his body her teeth would find. (Commonly, his shoulder.) She ground her teeth on the bar gag while he fastened it into place behind her head. It dug into the corners of her mouth, and already she felt her own saliva pooling against it. She focused on it. Chewing at the silicone without damaging it, and trying to reposition it in her mouth. The bastard didn't budge an inch.
Her Sir had taken advantage of her distraction and oral fixation. His hand slid into her hair and gripped onto it, making her head lift and her nostrils flared with a sharpened exhale.  Soon, she felt the heat of him against her thighs and tracing inwards. Pressing against her entrance. She felt him throb and she moaned deeply into the gag; the sound muffled and muted. Her body ached as he pushed in slowly. The entrance to her womanhood pushed open by the tip of his length. She could feel him invade the deeper portions of her body and she shuddered, moaning again. Her head inclined up to ease the pressure on her scalp. While she did this, a trickle of saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth and dribbled down the side of her chin, down her neck, down to the bedding. Like a cold, teasing finger tracing the contours of her throat.

He moaned breathlessly when he hilted himself within her pulpy folds, her muscles clenched, then rippled, then released. Only to grip around his manhood once again. As if she were trying to trap him in place. His hips drew back, then drove forwards. Making her fidget and give yet another muffled moan. Her head turned as best as it could with his hand gripping her hair. His grip tightened somewhat as he immediately set the pace. The impact of his body against her bruised and stinging assend and thighs made her recall the pain of the flogger he had been using earlier. Pleasure washed over her, the delight of being taken, and close to him. Her hands writhed against her restraints behind her, and he moved his hand from her hair. Gripping her bound wrists. Soon, his opposite hand collided with the side of her rump in a resounding, open palmed swat. Making her jolt hard and gasp.  His pace increased, his hand came down again, then again. Lavishing her backside with red, fiery handprints.

She must of started sagging into the bed as opposed to keeping her assend up and her body tripod on her knees. His hands curled against her thighs and pulled. Pulling her back up. His movements had become erratic as he pumped into her, his now glistening wet length pistoned in and out, the soft slap of his hips could be heard against her upturned backside. Accompanied by the lewd wet crackle of her wetness being churned, and punctuated by her muffled whimpers and moans, alongside his own.  He was taking precisely what was his.
With it, her mind couldn't focus any longer. It was just her, and him. Despite the blind, she knew her eyes had become glassy in the haze of what she was feeling. Heavy at first, but lighter. Her mind had turned off, flatlined. Faded. Leaving a 'blank screen' as it were. She was descending.
"Ngh... Come now, my pet... Right fucking n-now!" His voice caught somewhat. She could hear his tone change, raise in pitch. He was close. Wildly, the primitive want for him to fill her womb, fill her insides, completely fill her; mark her as his arose and she tried to squirm. The pressure had mounted just beneath her navel and as if he had pressed a button. Heat rushed down her thighs in a heavy wave. Wetness bloomed and trickled around his length and smeared across her thighs as she tensed momentarily. Moaning deeply into the gag, her muscles once again clenching hard, quivering, then releasing. Only to clench once more. 
"Good.. Mpph- Good girl... Nhg!" Her Sir whispered as he soon pushed his hips against her ass, plunging himself deep into her. She could feel the ache of his tip pushing deep into her body and he throbbed somewhat. He was releasing deep within her.  Her moans devolved into soft whimpers against the gag as she finally sagged beneath him. He leaned over her, kissing behind her shoulders and neck. "Very well done, my pet... I'm so proud of you." His arms circled around her as he just let himself rest over her a few moments. Holding her while she drifted, light, airy. Floating off into oblivion temporarily. She couldn't keep up with him now, the world was hazy, and in a fog-like dream. Her wrists and ankles were released and she lay on the bed, splayed out. He removed the gag and she panted there, oblivious her chin was wet with drool. He chuckled and soon, slid into bed with her. Pulling her into his chest while she buried her face into him with a low hum. Inhaling the scent of him.
Her thoughts could return later. For now, she'd float. Nestled in his arms.