YOUR SKIN

A nervous sound slipped out of me as his words sounded funny to my ears. I let out an embarrassing snort, only to pause when I took in the seriousness in his face. I stammered on words, not knowing the right way to ask my question. I did not want to seem inexperienced for some reason, even though I was. “I thought we were going to kiss and…” the words trailed off my lips as he cut me off. “Have you forgotten my rules from earlier?” He questioned, his dark and serious eyes burning into me. I shook my head in answer. “We are never going to kiss on the lips, baby girl. Not now, and not ever,” he growled. “But why?” I questioned in confusion, knowing kissing was a big part of intimacy. His expression turned into a scowl as his eyes darkened. “They are some things left better when you have no idea of them,” his voice spoke volumes of finality. I nodded knowing he did not want to keep on talking about it. I felt immensely vulnerable—yet, I had this sickening sense of power being under his gaze, watching the way he looked at me. No man had ever seen me naked before. The disgusted looks Xavier sent my way during our subtle kisses, or when he had to touch me increased my unease of undressing before a man like him. And the thought of it, made my stomach twist in fear. His  lazy gaze met mine, brimming with a certain kind of hunger. The cool air of the room filled me, my small perky breasts were left in the open. My nipples stood under his attention, hard from the cold and his hungry gaze he sent me. And that was when I finally saw him twitch. He ground his teeth, sucking in a deep breath at sight of me. A low growl ripped from his throat, as he moved closer towards me on the pole. “You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” his breathy voice came. His hot breath fanned my neck, as soft lips trailed down my skin. I twisted sideways giving him more space, while he inhaled my scent. “And your scent…it is as beautiful as your body—I could drown in it, and it still wouldn’t be enough.” He murmured. His hands slid down my open legs, slipping in between my thighs. His fingers rubbed a slow upward circle towards the line off my g-string. My mouth parted slightly. A breathy gasp escaped me at the sensations which his touch sent through me. “Your skin,” he breathed, his eyes following the movement of his hands. “It’s as delicate as silk, yet supple, and very much intoxicating,” he muttered, his body pressing into mine. My eyes slid down, noticing he was still fully clothed. His thick fingers moved towards my core, trailing the center as if marking its axis. I let out a sharp breath from the sensation of being touched there for the first time, then gasped loudly when his fingers slid off the line of my g-string. It felt absolutely raw, and I shivered, my fingers darting out and clutching his shirt tightly. He rubbed my clit in slow deliberate circles, smearing my wetness over my folds. He gave it a light tug, which was accompanied by a sharp pinch that made me moan louder with heat pooling between my thighs. “You are a bad girl, aren’t you? You like your pleasure with a hint of pain?” he growled darkly. His voice sounded rich and velvety, enough to send a pool of wetness running down my thighs. My legs trembled lightly, growing weak at the thought of what this man could do to my body. His fingers left my clitoris, and this time, he dipped into my entrance, sinking just the tip inside. I cried out softly at the intrusion. His lips distracted me by leaving a layer of wet kisses down my neck, over my throat and towards my open breast. Leaving thick marks on my skin. He moved his fingers slightly, and I cried out at the feeling of him moving inside me. He continued the journey of his mouth over my breast. His lips wrapped around my breast, as he bit harshly on the swell of my boobs—hard enough to cause me pain. My eyes squeezed shut, throwing my head back as a loud moan ripped out from me all the while still grinding on his fingers. He soothed the pain by trailing wet kisses on the spot, then his lips latched on my nipples. I arched back, pushing my breast into his mouth while moaning endlessly. His fingers moved, sliding deeper into me, drawing a sharp cry from my throat. He cursed when the elastic of the g-string kept obstructing his movements “Fuck it,” he growled, tearing it off me, almost like he could barely hold himself any longer. Throwing it somewhere in the room, he lifted me in his arms easily. My shaky limbs were grateful, clinging to him as  he moved towards where the pole stood. “It’s time for your punishment baby girl.” 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 spot 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. But then, I watched him pause.