He clasped my hands to the straps on one of the poles, then moved to do the same on the other, as panic slowly ate its way up my insides.
"What are you doing?" I asked nervously, tugging against the cuffs wrapped around my wrists. I pulled harder, but they still didn't bulge.
His green eyes lingered on my face like always.
"Do you trust me baby girl?" He asked, his piercing eyes brimming with an edge of darkness. The danger in his eyes should have had me running away from him, yet I could not bring myself to run away.
"Yes sir," I breathed. One word, and the darkness in his eyes glinted, as his lips tugged up slightly. He stepped forward, pressing a slow kiss on my forehead, "Good girl," he muttered, his heated gaze looking at me with approval. The look alone sent flutters of lust through me, soaring like a volcano in eruption. I realized right at that moment that my body would do anything for his approval.
The rattle of chains echoed behind me, and I felt his presence at my back.
A soft, feather-like material, trailed down my back to my exposed ass, making me squirm at ticklishness.
A laugh burst out of me but it was quickly replaced by a scream, as pain shot through me from the suddenness of being whipped.
Almost instantly, the sting was soothed with a gentle caress on that spot, his lips kissing where he just flogged.
His tongue darted out to lick the mark making me purr in delight, when he sucked on the tender over and over.
He repeated the motion all over again-whip and then kiss. Commanding me to count each strike as my ass till it was red, only for him to soothe the pain, sucking on it with his mouth.
My thighs trembled with a mix of pleasure and ecstasy.
I must be sick, finding delight in being flogged, I thought.
My breathing grew heavier, as I twisted around in the chains, trying to squeeze my thighs together to get friction.
My mind was already clouded and teetering on the brink of a pending orgasm-my first one.
"Please..." I moaned loudly, not even knowing what exactly I was begging for, but I wanted him to touch me. My cunt was already dripping with arousal.
"Please what baby girl? You need to spell out what you are begging for," he said, his intoxicating, musky scent wafting in my nose, driving me mad with desire for him.
"Please sir, please touch me...make me cum," I replied breathlessly. It felt like I'd go mad if he didn't touch me this very minute.
"Your wish is my command." I felt his hot breath fanning my thighs, going straight to my soaking entrance. I whimpered softly, having been edged for so long without climaxing- it felt like pure torture.
He knelt before me, like he was worshipping. His hypnotic green eyes glinted with lust and starvation.
His lips curled slightly, then he dived straight for my drenched folds as he groaned loudly in bliss, as if he got a taste of heaven.
My wrist strained against the cuffs, as I twisted myself around his face, not knowing whether I was trying to push him away or bring him closer.
His large hands clasped firmly on my thighs, holding me still, while I grinded on his face.
"That's right baby girl. Ride your master," he murmured, the heat of his breath, hot against my skin, fanning my inside.
He dove back in, his torturous tongue swiping and sucking on my swollen cunt. I panted loudly, overwhelmed with the feeling of euphoria, biting on my lips, muffling my moans.
My hands itched to break through the cuffs, and grip his black hair, which was already silky with sweat.
A sharp slap landed on my ass, and I hissed from the stinging pain. The sensation sent additional wetness dripping down my thighs.
"Don't keep your beautiful moans from me baby girl," he growled , raising my thighs higher, while still lapping on my clit. "Let me hear all I do to you, I love it when you scream for me, my bad girl," His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of my clitoris. And that was all it took to finally send me off the edge.
My body lifted up from the pole in throes of pleasure, with his head still buried between my thighs. I moaned loudly, muttering incoherent words as my orgasm ripped through me. His mouth never left my cunt, and he sucked them all in, licking every bit of pleasure from me.
When I finally collapsed back, still heaving and panting he stood up. His mesmerizing eyes already burning with molten desire, as he stared at me-still riding down my orgasm.
"I was right. You are intoxicating," he muttered, his eyes glinting with a look of adoration.
He moved to unclasp the cuffs, scooping me into his arms, he carried me to the large bed, tossing me on it.
His eyes never left mine as he unbuckled his belt, zipping down his trousers. They fell at a pool on the floor.
His clear evidence of desire stood erect, long and enormous beneath his boxer brief. He pulled that down next, and eyes widened at the size, as fear slotted down my throat..
Panic clawed through me. I'm a virgin, I thought, still unable to take my eyes off his monster.
I was so sure that his size was going to destroy me.
His hands came to wrap around his cock. The tip of his dick glistened with precum, and he stroked it.
His heated gaze still locked on me. I watched as his mouth parted slightly in a moan. A sound small enough to do something to my insides. And that made me burn with the desire to hear him moan louder.
My breathing grew heavier, as he climbed on over me. His hands parted my thighs and settled between them. He searched mine, as if looking for a flicker of hesitation in them. When he saw none, his fingers sank into my slick entrance. It was quickly replaced by something hard and hot pressing against me, as I felt the head of his shaft at my opening.
My eyes darted to him in panic, and as if sensing my fear, he paused. His eyes closed for a brief moment, like he was trying to calm himself.
"What is it?" He asked softly.
"Well, I...I'm...I'm a...v...virgin," I stuttered, inwardly cursing myself for ruining the moment.
His eyes widened in shock, which he recovered immediately. His expression giving nothing away.
