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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Evening
So my first attempt at writing and hoping to continue..
As she felt his fingertips glide gently up the inside of her thigh she wondered to herself how long he would leave her wanting more. She tried her hardest not to let out a whimper as his fingers left her skin and all she could feel was the void of where they were. She never knew the day would end like this and if she could do it all over again she struggled to tell herself that she would do something different because the fact was, she was enjoying herself. Despite knowing she shouldn't, she couldn't help the way her body was reacting. She could still sense the last place his fingers were on her skin, a ghost of a feeling. She could feel the small graze which would no doubt be invisible to the eye but having no other sensory input she could feel where his nail had made the smallest indentation on her skin... She could feel a cold breeze on her almost bare skin and the warmth of the log burner on her right providing some relief from the chill. She opened her eyes, knowing this would provide no insight because of the tie he had taken off and tied around her head, covering her eyes.
The room was dark anyway and with the covering, there wasn't even a shadow to see. but she could hear his breath. Calm and slow, unlike her own which must have been giving her desire away as she breathed rapidly and shallow. She tried to imagine what he was seeing right now as she gulped down air on her knees because even without being able to see herself, she could feel his eyes on her. She could feel the prickle on her skin. She could sense him near her and knew that the next time he touched her would either bring pain or pleasure. The anticipation was killing her. Her knees hurt and the belt he had tied her hands with was digging into her wrists behind her back. With each sound of movement he made she felt her body betray her and seize up expecting pain. every time she did this she heard his sharp intake of breath. He must enjoy watching her wait.... He knew she was enjoying this. He could read her body like a book, it wasn't difficult to do so. She could lie all she wanted but the subtleties gave it away. He moved her long hair to the side showing the back of her neck as he used his index finger to trace a line down the ridges of her spine, barely touching and enjoying the effect it had on her in that moment. He watched her push her bra covered chest out and try to hide the whimper coming from her mouth. Then he stopped! He watched her lips as they parted to say something but she closed them.
She wanted to say something, she wanted to tell him to carry on but she knew what happened the last time she spoke... She felt him reach down and grab her wrists, pulling them up her back and jarring her shoulders. She couldn't help but tip forward slightly and it was only his hand that stopped her hitting the floor. He unwound the belt form her wrists, letting it fall to the carpet as he leaned in, still holding both wrists in his hands and said three words sternly into her ear; "All fours now!" She hesitated, not knowing what to expect from his demand, almost causing slight confusion from such a simple request. He let go of her wrists and she toppled forward, just getting a hand in front of her to break her fall. Panting with her forehead pressed to the carpet enjoying the relief on her shoulders, she felt his hand wrap around her throat, his fingers squeezing into the side of her neck and the pressure built up in her head as he yanked her head up and demanded "Stay there"!"
He looked down at her leaning on her red knees and hands splayed out In front of her. She struggling to catch her breath but not through exertion, but through anticipation and equal amounts of fear and excitement. He liked her feeling vulnerable and at his whim. He had watched her earlier in work leaning over the desk in that dress that now laid crumpled in the corner. and now she was on all fours in his living room in her underwear practically begging for him. He loved the contrast of those two events and the next time he had to hold a team meeting and he caught her eye, they would both knew what had happened and that contrast of those two events would be beautiful. He reached down and slipped his fingers into the sides of her French knickers. slowly pulling them down over the curve of her bum and down to mid-thigh. He heard her stop breathing for a few seconds and he stopped his action. Leaving her exposed to the air. She posed there on fours feeling the breeze on her ass and heard him moving behind her as he picked up something from the floor. Something heavy and long that made a slight dull metallic ring.
She struggled to hear anymore of what he was doing over the sound of the crackle of the fireplace, concentrating so thoroughly that each crack from the fire made her heart skip a beat and made her body tense up. she began to relax to the crackle, hearing the wood split as the fire engulfed it, knowing what to expect before sudden searing pain across her bare ass. She struggled to stay leaning on her hands as her head dipped and the air left her lungs, coming out in a gasp, adrenaline coursed through her veins and all sound disappeared for a split-second. She felt the blood rushing through her body to the site of the impact and the warmth spread across her ass cheek. Her body was tense and every muscle below her waist ached from the sudden shock. She realised she had gripped the rug so hard her knuckles hurt. She imagined if she could see them, they would be ivory white. She caught her breath and expected another, the crackle of the fire being more clear and causing more fear once again. She felt him moving around her, his highly polished work shoes making a hard knock on the concrete base around the fire. The sudden warmth of the fire against her skin as she heard another log being thrown on, disturbing the embers. Then she heard him sit down in the chair to the side of her and then nothing....
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