He circled the table slowly, fingertips barely touching the smooth surface of her skin as he inspected her body. The chains rattled each time her body twitched or shifted at the sensation of his caress. She watched him, the slow flames of desire growing in her eyes as he teased her skin. She had waited an hour here, laying on the table in the cool room. He would walk in, inspect her, then leave. The build up was as much fun as the reward. Anticipation grew and boiled inside them both.
He ran his hands up her sides, cupping her breasts at last. Rolling his thumbs over the nipples, feeling them harden under the lace. Her breathing quickened as he tugged and toyed with those covered tips. His lips brushed the soft flesh of her upper breast, his breath warm against her flesh. The chains sounded again, their distinct clinking telling of her struggle to push her body up to meet his lips.
He moved to the end of the table, picking up a small candle that cast a warm glow across her prone form. Moving slowly, watching her eyes as he let the first drops of hot wax fall upon her thigh. Her body jerked, back arching as she bit her lip then opened her mouth to let out a low moan. More drops fell, moving down one thigh, then the other. She never looked away from him. Her eyelids fluttered, her eyes rolled with his tease, but she always kept him in her view. The candle hovered over her breasts and she nodded. He smiled and let the wax drip down onto her chest and upper breasts.
He blew out the candle and set it aside. His hands were warm as he caressed her body again. This time stopping to unhook the corset and pull it from her waist. His lips returned to her breasts again as his hands moved over the smooth skin of her sides and hips. He kissed her chest in butterfly soft brushes of his lips. Moving in a back and forth pattern, enjoying her hissed desire as she pushed her breasts up to his waiting mouth. When he reached those covered nipples he wrapped them with his lips and let his warm moist breath penetrate the lace. Sucking in, lips tugging at the hard tips through the fabric.
Pulling back now, hearing her mumbled protests as she writhed on the table. He moved back to the end and picked up the wooden paddle and dragged it up her leg. She tensed, knowing what would come, but did not protest. He reached her soft, covered mound and let the edge of the paddle drag between those moist lower lips. She groaned now and rolled her hips to work her wet sex against the hard, unforgiving toy. She protested again when he pulled the paddle away, then let out a loud yelp when that same paddle smacked down against her bare thigh. He gave each inner thigh three hard smacks before changing her position.
The clasps gave way and he turned her on onto her knees beside the table. A tear ran down her cheek and the flesh of her thigh still burned as he dragged the wooden head across her round ass. The first crack of the smooth surface coming into sharp contact with her bare flesh made her shudder and at the same time call out his name. She was his, and she wanted him to know it. She begged him to spank her, to teach her, to use her as her Sir saw fit.
Rubbing that paddle over her red cheeks, letting them jump as if he were about to deliver another firm strike. He set the paddle down now and caressed her bottom with his caring hands.
She climbed back onto the table, her ass tender and red from the paddle. He watched her there, laid before him as a prize for his taking. He leaned over to kiss her back and she arched it in response. His lips traveled in a slow trail down her spine until they reached the top of her swollen ass. His fingers dug into the soft fleshy cheeks, pulling them apart allowing him to run his tongue up and down her sensitive crack.
She hissed out his name as she worked her hips side to side. He flicked the tip across her dark bud and smiled to himself. This was one victory he planned to savor for a long time to come.
Story by: MysterMitch Resident
Photos by: MysterMitch Resident
Furniture used: ::WS:: Bondage Bench