It is only May, yet it feels like there's a blanket draped over the trees, trapping the heat between the leaves. I close my eyes, enjoying the evening sun on my skin. Even the earth under my hardly-dressed bottom feels warm. When I relax my arms, I hear the chains tingling softly. Sir is near, I know it, I feel him close to me even though I can't see him now. He'd been quiet today, gently wrapping the leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles, kissing my forehead and fading into the trees, leaving me open and vulnerable. My heart beats fast, knowing his smiles and grins and his quiet moments, and knowing today, he needs to feel I am his.
"Dinah," he whispers from somewhere, and I tilt my head, my body responding to his voice. It flows through me, through my heart and soul, when he quietly calls me. I needn't wait long, now.
I watch her from a few feet away, watching her body find a comfortable pose, a way to relax with her arms in such a strained position. The change in her posture as I say her name is stunning, and it makes me feel the control I have over her. I cannot help but smile grimly as I see her press her thighs together, sitting up a bit straighter, and I go to her. She must notice the shadow falling over her, as she opens her eyes, looking up at me. My fingers dance over her lips for a moment as I sit down on one knee. I tug on the ring of her collar for just a moment, and I hear her breath hitching in her throat.
"Mine," I growl, my hands on her soft skin now, kneading her soft flesh. She arches her back, giving in so easily. As one hand settles in her hair, the other caresses her skin, tracing the lace of her ridiculously sensual bra. Down the curve of her stomach, wrapping around her hip and pulling her up, turning her over. With a deep sigh and a dark, needy look, she is on her knees, just how I want her.
His strength always surprises me, and I am on my knees. One big, warm hand brings my own up, closing my fingers over the cold steel ring. Letting go of my hair, his hand slides down, pushing my chest against the wall and arching my back as far as it will go. My bare nipples scrape against the bricks, adding fuel to the fire. I blush violently, hiding my face in the curve of my elbow, knowing he can feel, and see, and smell all of me. As his hand trails over my bottom, I shiver. I hear him chuckling and his fingers dip between my cheeks, lazily making his way down. The moment his fingertips graze over the crotch of my panties, I can't help but moan.
The reaction is instant, shockingly direct. His flat palm connects with my moist panties and I hear the smack before the sharp pain registers. I know tears are forming in the corners of my eyes and I try to keep quiet, but a deep, whiny sob escapes my throat.
"Quiet now, little girl," his breathes in my ear, and I nod frantically, squirming a little to try and ease the burn left by the slap.
Again, his fingers every so lightly caress my panties, and I hold still, very still.
I can feel her body trembling under my hand, knowing how much willpower it is taking to hold still now. And that is good, because I need her on edge, wanton and needy. And needy she is, indeed. Smiling, I pull back my fingers, wiping her own need on the inside of her thigh.
Slowly, I undo the chain on her wrist cuffs and help her up, my arms tightly around her as she gets up on shaky knees. Leading her over to the cross, I feel the heat radiating from her. She is so pliable now, reacting to the slightest touch, lifting her arms to allow me to chain her tightly to the hard wood without needing more than a nudge.
As I stand before her, watching her breathing, it is almost physically painful not to touch her, claim her, fuck her. But today, I need her to realize who she belongs to, and it needs to be more lasting than a good fuck, so I wait again. I watch her quietly, seeing her breathing change, seeing her press her thighs together fruitlessly. Finally she lifts her chin, her eyes lingering on my chest before darting up to my face, and her lips form the words breathlessly.
"P... please, Sir."
Grabbing hold of her chin, I keep her face tilted up to me and tell her with a smirk, "Don't tell me how much you want it. Show me, girl."
The blush spreads to her chest and she tentatively pushes her hips forward just a bit.
"Ah... you can't want it very much then," I comment, and I see the embarrassment clearly on her face. It quickly turns into determination though, as she thrusts her hips forward. I nod, smiling slightly, and she thrust again, and again, and again.
Trying not to think about what I'm doing, I push my pelvis forward as much as I can, feeling just a touch of the soft fabric of his suit against my skin. When I finally feel like I am getting into a rhythm though, his hands close over my hips, her fingers digging painfully into my skin.
"Good girl," he breathes hotly in my ear, and lifts me up slightly. His knee presses between my legs easily, and he sets me down on his thigh. I can't help but gasp as my swollen lips crash down on his muscular thigh. His hands still on my hips, he helps me move against him, looking at my intently.
"Go on," he quietly encourages me as I start to roll my hips again, rubbing myself along his leg. He reaches down, pulling my panties to one side as his fingers find my clit, circling around it.
I feel my body responding like it never has as I ride up against my Sir's leg, feeling utterly his, knowing this is want he wants me to do - allow him to chose the way in which I am allowed pleasure. As the heat builds inside me, it seems like my mind slows down to close to a halt, and his words hardly register. "Would you like to cum, girl?"
My head rolls back against the wooden frame and he presses his thigh up some more, making me moan and writhe.
"Dinah, girl... Pay attention now..."
Hearing my name sort of snaps me back to reality, and the boiling heat in my belly tells me to ask, now.
"Please, Sir," I manage, looking at him desperately, hoping he will take pity.
In response, his fingers quicken their tight circles around my clit, rubbing with just enough force to be painfully exquisite.
"Please, please, please," I chant, forcing myself to wait, hold on, and then his lips are on my forehead, whispering, "Cum, girl, cum."
And as the waves crash over me, he wraps her arms around me, holding me to his chest as I leave an ever growing stain on his trousers.
As her body slowly stops spasming, I reach up to undo the chains from her cuffs. She warps her arms around me like a little girl, and I kiss the top of her head, lowering her to the ground. "Good girl," I tell her, pulling her up against my chest, allowing her to slowly come back to earth.
After a few minutes, Dinah lifts her head from my shoulder and look up at my, an almost shy smile on her lips. "Thank you, Sir," she whispers quietly, and I caress the bare skin of her back, nodding.
"Are you ok, little girl?" I ask her, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
She nods, a thoughtful look on her face. "I am sorry about your trousers, Sir."
Her expression, her small voice, her still trembling muscles, her worry about such little things, everything about her makes me joyful. I laugh, deeply and rumbling, and kiss her passionately.
"It is fine, sweetheart," I tell her, "Perfectly fine."
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