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She sat silently watching him. He didn’t move. He just sat there quietly waiting as if anticipating her next move. She could see from his face he was concentrating on the sounds and vibrations around him. This was different from what she had expected. With interest, she continued to watch.

Music filtered through the room, a gentle sway of classical sound, delicate yet powerful. It washed over them both like a showering of fine rose petals. Laura thought how wonderful he looked blindfolded, naked and bound to the chair, she admired her own knot work. Not bad, not bad at all. This was the first time he had allowed such a liberty.

She was unsure as to what to do next. He had always taken the lead. For her to now take control was something alien to her. It thrilled her, yet she was apprehensive.

She looked at the suede whip and ran the strips of soft furry leather through her fingers. It was what she had wanted from him for so long, yet he had always withheld it. She wondered why, but in that instant, seeing him there before her, she knew. It was a symbol of surrender. He wanted her mind and yet she had already given it. What more could he ask? This?

She sat watching him. Still he sat, as if he knew what she was thinking. Her thoughts were in turmoil. She wanted to do such terrible things to him and she knew he would consent, but yet it worried her. But oh my god, she so wanted to.

He grunted. Laura’s head snapped up to look at his face. Sweat was beading on his upper lip. His arm muscles were bulging against the strain of having his arms tied behind him. Her gaze dragged down over his torso and she watched as his nipples seemed to harden before her eyes. Her gaze skimmed lower to his lap. The burgeoning rod at the apex of his thighs was a dead give away to the state of his interest. Laura smiled to herself. Yes, I can do this she thought.

He had given her something special tonight.

“Okay Steve.” She said, drawing the words out. “Now then, why should I permit you to go free?”

“Because I promised you, that I would pleasure you?”

“Not good enough. I want more.” The emotional feelings shot through her like a lightening bolt. She had control.

Steve moved in the chair. His spine stiffened and she watched the play of his muscles as they flexed against the restraints. He wasn’t enjoying this as such, yet he was permitting it. She again smiled.

“I want to hear you beg me. I want to feel in my gut that you really, really want me, and only me. I want to see you so aroused that you would do anything for me. Would you do that for me Steve?”

The silence stretched for what seemed like forever. Laura held her breath.

“Yes.” The sound was wrenched from his throat with a reluctance that pushed her respect for him up another notch. Laura could tell what that had cost him and loved him all the more for it.

Her fingers strayed to his chest. With one sharp nail she raked down his skin to circle a prominent nipple. His audible gasp satisfied and encouraged her. She trailed her fingers down over his flesh, both hands seeking the warmth of his skin and the silky satin texture that was him. She leaned closer and smelled his scent. He was hot and damp with perspiration, yet the pervading smell of musky male was intoxicating. It was as if the tension in the air had added another dimension to the senses.

Laura picked up every nuance emanating from him. This was new to him too. Her other hand reached out and touched his face. Her fingers gently caressed his cheek as her thumb stroked over his upper lip. Quickly, the tip of his tongue slipped out to gently lick the smooth pad of her thumb before he sucked it into his mouth. Laura watched in rapt fascination at the way his mouth moved over her finger as he suckled it. She closed her eyes for a second and savoured the sensations. Her mind imagined what it would be like for him to do that to her cunt. A sharp shudder ran through her. “Oh my god,” she thought, “exquisite.”

Breaking away, she walked behind the chair, thinking about what she was going to do. Grabbing the chair back, she levered it forward so that Steve was lowered to his knees. He grunted as his upper body met the floor. She slipped the restraints away from the timber so that he was effectively free but with his hands and feet bound. The heady sensation of having him powerless in front of her was awesome. Her hand shot out and slapped him on the ass. He hadn’t expected that and as her hand stung against his skin he swore loudly and Laura smiled.

“Fuck that hurt!” he said, as she chuckled to herself. She knew he was tougher than that.

“Shut up, I like it.” She gave him several fast strokes across the ass before her hand burned. The pink finger marks that her hand left spread lovingly across his white buttocks. She was beginning to get into the swing of things and really enjoy herself.

After every slap her hand stilled to lovingly caress the firm swell of each buttock. Laura watched between his thighs as Steve’s erection twitched with each contact. Laura picked up the whip from the floor where she had laid it and flicking it a couple of times in the air, appreciated its weight and perfect balance.

“You know Steve, Rob makes beautiful stuff doesn’t he?” she said appreciatively.

Steve was completely still and obviously listening to the whooshing sound the whip made as it whistled through the air.

“I particularly like this shade of purple. No, it’s not just purple it’s royal purple. It goes so well with the cerise streaks on your bottom from my handprints. You know what a nut I am for colour coordination.” Laura laughed.

The first crack across his backside had him arching his spine up towards the ceiling like a cat would. She hadn’t used much force but obviously the first stings were the most sensitive. She raised her hand higher and rather than use the force of her shoulders behind the movement she let the leather flick back against itself so that when her wrist snapped forward so did the tassels of the whip. They hit his right buttock with a delicious thwack and Steve moaned. His jaw was clenched and his body was primed for action.

She struck him again. This time his ‘oh’ was much louder. She was making pretty patterns with the whip strands on his buttocks. She smiled as it dawned on her that she used to brush the fur of horses rumps into patterns for showing at pony club when she was a girl. This was infinitely better than that though.

Steve was definitely getting more excited. She could see the precome now oozing out of the end of his cock. Personally, she was wetter than she had ever been. Laura dropped the whip and sank to her knees behind him. She placed each of her hands on each butt cheek and gently parted them. Then she bent forward and tongued the delicate skin between his balls and his ass. He would have shot forward but for the fact that his head and shoulders were resting on the floor and his backside was pointing to the ceiling.

“Oh My Fucking God Laura! That’s incredible!”

She slapped him hard across the ass. “Did I say you could speak?”

He grunted as her tongue moved higher. She found that little puckered hole and ran her tongue around it, teasing him.

“Jesus Christ.”

She slapped him again.

The heady delight of having him there at her mercy was amazing. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this aroused if ever she had been. She reached for the butt plug and quickly greased it up. With professional care she slowly inserted into Steve’s waiting ass. His buttocks instinctively clenched.

“Relax or it’ll hurt Steve”

Pressing it firmly home she reached for his cock. Her skilled fingers wrapped themselves about his shaft and began a slow dance along its length. She knew Steve didn’t know whether to parry or thrust, his butt was still burning from the strokes of the whip and his ass would feel incredibly full, but Laura’s hand on his dick was the best sensation ever, for both of them. He wanted to come in her hand. No, he just wanted to come. Anywhere. On her, in her, he wasn’t fussy now. The tension was high and it wouldn’t take much more to have him blow. As if she had read his mind Laura stopped. She felt him check himself just in time from yelling, “no, don’t stop.” He panted.

Laura flipped over onto her back and reached up and took him into her mouth. He thrust deeply into her throat. She loved the taste and feel of him there. She let him have a few strokes before she pulled away again. He was breathing heavily by this stage. She loved this act of calling of the shots.

Quickly, and with deft fingers, she removed his blindfold. She spread herself in front of him in her red basque and stockings. She pulled her tiny red panties away from her pussy and began a slow stroking of her clit, making sure he could see everything that she was doing. Her swollen cherry was yelling at him to taste it. If she hadn’t been so hot she would have laughed at the expression on his face. He looked like he was in agony, but she knew he was loving every minute of it.

“Ok Laura, enough. I really, really have to fuck you. Please?”

She scrambled over his back and released his wrists. He sat up on his heels and rubbed them to get the blood flowing back in them. She bent and undid his ankles. He stretched and grabbed for her. She squealed as he spread her on the floor and pushed aside her panties, entering her without ceremony.

His stiff hands found her breasts and tugged mercilessly on her nipples as he fucked her into the floor. Laura wrapped her legs around his waist and rode him for all she was worth. She ground her clit against his pubis with each thrust, straining to get closer. Her juices flowed out all over him, easing the passage of his cock into the depths of her cunt. His thrusts became more urgent as the pressure within them built to eruption.

He exploded inside her just as she clenched around him, his hot silk spraying forth and mingling with her essence. Rolling to his side, he carried her with him, drawing her close to his chest and holding her tightly. Their breathing eased.

“God you are incredible Lady, that was just amazing.”

“Oh God, yes it was.” Laura smiled as her head sank against his chest. “Thank you Steve, it was great to be in control. I think I’m beginning to understand about all this lot. It was different than I expected, but still wonderful. It really isn’t all about the sex though is it? I got so excited just watching you. I’d really like to do it again.”

“Yeah sure we can, but can you get this butt plug out of my ass first?”

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