In the Darkness

My eyes open slowly, the darkness in the room disorienting and making me question where I might be. It is so dark, I cannot get a sense of my location even in relation to the rest of the room, the cold stones under my feet telling me that I am standing somehow. As I come more fully awake I realize I cannot move my arms, cold steel holds my hands high above my head. Turning my head to get a sense of things, a slight panic starts to rise in me as I feel the weight of the blindfold over my eyes.

Taking deep breaths to slow my racing heart, I try to use the only sense left to me and listen for any clue as to what may be going on. I can hear soft music playing, and within the notes, the sound of someone breathing not that far from me. I begin in to tremble as I start to wonder what is coming.

I turn my head towards the sounds of breathing, and a low, yet familiar chuckle rumbles through the darkness. “Finally decided to wake up, pet?” My breath hitches in my throat at the sound of his voice, my thighs clenching together with the need that always accompanies his presence. My body turning toward him reflexively. I take shallow breaths, not saying anything, just listening to the sounds as he walks around me. Waiting…

I yelp loudly as his palm strikes hard against my bottom, heat blooming under the skin as I swing slightly in the chains. “I asked you a question, pet? Do I need to ask again?” I start to shiver noticeably as I struggle to keep myself in place, biting my lip lightly before answering, “N-no… I mean, yes Master, I decided to wake up finally.” I squirm a little as I feel his hand caressing over the spot he hit, squeezing the flesh and making the blood rush to the area, renewing my awareness of the sting and the absolute nakedness of my obviously trussed up body.

I whimper a little as his hands trail slowly along my flesh, moving around my torso, up to my breasts, pinching the nipples and twisting them until I make a little whining sound before letting them go. He does not speak again for a few moments, his breathing even and strong as he touches spots on my body that make me squirm or whimper either in pain or pleasure. When I am flushed and heated to his liking he steps back, my little whimpers of wanting the only sound in the room other than the music, and a curious movement I cannot place.

Just as I feel as if he is done with me, I feel his body heat move close to my back again, his fingers reaching into my long hair and gripping it hard, pulling my head back as far as it can go without hurting me, a surprised cry coming from me at the quickness of the movement. I feel his lips against my throat, light kisses feathering across the sensitive flesh causing wetness to start dripping down my thighs. I gasp out loud as I feel the ends of a flogger moving over the tips of my abused breasts, telling me what he is planning to do to me. As I arch my back, pushing my breasts into the soft leather strands, I feel his teeth bite into my neck, a moan of pure lust ripping from my throat as the sensations start to make me dizzy in the best way possible.

He releases his hold on my neck with his teeth and whispers in my ear, “Are you ready, pet?” I nod my head, not trusting my voice at the moment, and he grips tightly on my hair until I squeal with the pain of it. “I think you are trying to get me to punish you, pet. Now tell me, are you ready?” he growls in my ear, sending shivers of primal ecstasy rushing down my spine. “Yes, Master, I am ready.” I say quietly, almost a whisper, as I try to control the trembling of my squirming flesh. “Mmm Good girl.” He says before placing a soft kiss below my ear and releasing my hair.

His now free hand moves around my body, reaching between my thighs and dipping into the essence flowing freely from my sex. I hear him chuckle at the evidence of my obvious arousal, knowing I am enjoying every second of his torturous ministrations to my body. His fingers slide in and out of me a few times, circling my clit before delving deeper inside, stopping only when I start to move my hips against his hand.

As his fingers withdraw, I feel the strike of the flogger against my back, having not even noticed when he moved himself into position to do so. My surprised cry somewhere between one of pain and a moan of pleasure. He strikes me several more times, the soft strands of the flogger caressing my flesh deliciously, my little cries interchanging with the sound of the leather slapping skin. He starts to pick up speed as my head falls forward, my breathing ragged as I absorb the impacts, enjoying the feel of the heat flooding over my shoulders and back.

As if he realized I was moving towards subspace, he changes the location of his strikes and hits that sweet spot just between my ass and upper thigh, making me jump forward and stand up on my toes with a yelp. I start to giggle nervously at my reaction, and I swear I can hear his smile and him shaking his head as he focuses on making my thighs and bottom as pink as I am sure my back is.

My head starts to become foggy as I allow the pleasure-pain to take me to that calming place, and again he stops as if he knows. I hear the flogger hit the floor somewhere behind me, and his hands start to move over my now extremely sensitive flesh. One foot moves between mine, pushing my legs apart as he steps between them. His hands come to rest on my hips, pulling them back and pressing the length of his erection against my hot cheeks.

I am on my toes, and I press my ass against him, twisting my hips slightly as I whimper for his cock. “Do you want me to fuck you little pet?” he asks me in a low voice. “Yes please Master. I need your cock inside me.” I say as I grind my ass against him again. His fingers gripping my hips hard, stilling my movements before he takes his cock in his hand and slides it through the juices of my heat. The head of it moves roughly over my clit and I have to bite back a scream of need as currents of electricity seem to shoot from that little bud to every nerve in my body.

His mouth moves again to my neck, finding that spot where it meets my shoulder and licking it before giving a sharp bite and pushing just the tip of his hard cock inside my clenching sex. My body arches against him as I try to lower myself completely onto his length. His teeth biting down more as each inch of him slides easily into the grip of my overheated body. He lets go of his cock and reaches up, taking hold of my breast, his fingers pulling and pinching my nipple until it aches, then moving to the other.

My breath comes out in little gasps as he fucks me, my feet leaving the floor, held easily in his arms and completely at his mercy. My fingers clench with the desire to touch him, nails biting into my palms as I know I will not be able to do so until he chooses. The helplessness of my position heightening my arousal, I do not hold back my moans and cries of ecstasy as I climb higher and higher towards release. I feel that familiar sense of belonging wash over me as he starts to fuck me harder, taking all he wants from me, reminding me that I am his to do with as he wishes.

As my body tightens, my sex like a fist around him, rippling and pulling him in with each thrust, I feel that frenzied sense of losing complete control come over me, nearly toppling me over the edge of orgasm. His thrusts slow slightly, and I hear that low rumbling growl I love so much come from him, telling me that he wants me to let go and come for him. He does not even say the words, only his tightening grip and renewed deep thrusts tell me what he wants and I feel myself start to explode around him. Lights sparkle behind the blindfold as I scream out for him and my body starts to shake in his hands.

He slams into me hard and fast as the orgasm washes over me, his movements making it last longer than usual before I feel him jerk inside of me and he pulls me tight against him. I feel the wetness of our joined passion dripping down my thighs as I tremble in his arms, his cock throbbing deep inside of me.

As I try to regain my sense of balance, I feel him reach up and unhook my hands from the chains, his hand rubbing lightly over the flesh to soothe it. His cock is still nestled inside of me as he removes the blindfold, and my body relaxes completely into his. I whimper quietly when he slides free of my body with a groan before picking me up and taking me to our bed where he lays me down. He takes a cloth from the table and cleans us both up before laying down next to me where we both fall blissfully into sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.