The wind blew across the forest, rustling the leaves on the trees before caressing across the exposed skin of the woman restrained on the hill. She shook the chains, struggling just a bit to try and cover herself from the man's roaming eyes.
"Why did you come here?" His voice was firm yet non-threatening.
"To seek forgiveness." The answer caught in her throat. Her eyes never met his, never rose from his bare chest for fear of the condemnation she was sure to find.
"That was a bold move, for the unforgivable." The distance between them closed quickly as he spoke. He took a hand full of her hair and pulled her to look at him. He slapped her ass suddenly, causing her to jerk forward and give a sharp yelp of pain. The sting on his hand softening as he rubbed it across her smooth cheeks. The fear he saw there made his heart race in his chest.
"Not bold, desperate Sir." She trembled as she spoke.
He kept her there by her hair. The arch of her back forcing her breasts forward against the leather of her outfit. She turned from him as he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, slowly bringing it down her neck and across her chest. Once again the chains rattled as she fought against the restraint.
"Desperation can be a motivator." His hand pushed against the leather over her breast and she bit her lip to keep quiet. He could feel her shudder as his fingers traced between the straps of her outfit. The guards had chosen this one well. They dressed her for their master's pleasure in hopes he would be pleased him, and he was.
The leather pushed to side, exposing her nipple to his probing fingers as his other hand began to slide across her stomach. Dipping down between her legs, pushing the leather against her sensitive mound.
"Oh God," She groaned as he gripped the leather straps and pulled them firmly upward. dragging their rough surface across the sensitive nub of her clit. He continued to toy with her nipples with his fingertips, watching her eyes as he slackened his grip on the leather before pulling again. Her back arched as a loud moan escaped her lips. Her face flushed red and she looked away in shame of her response.
He smiled as his fingers pushed under the leather, dipping into her nectar coated sex. Leaning in, against her, he took in the scent of her hair. A floral scent, sweet and subtle. There was nothing subtle about her now. The wind carried her moans away with soft leaves and cherry blossoms. He pushed further. Fingers slipping into her with ease as he watched her face with fascination.
Story By: mystermitch resident
Photos by: mystermitch resident
Models: mystermitch resident
Furniture Used: ::WS:: Bondage Torii