My how the tables had turned. He had
admired her fire and passion when they met, the fight he saw in her
spirit. It burned bright in every aspect of her, through and
through. Now here she was, chained at his feet, barely a shadow of
the woman she was. Life had broken that spirit until all she had
left was the pain. Pain he was going to help her embrace as
something new.
“Are you ready to submit?” He
gripped her hair and puller her head up until her eyes met his.
There were no tears there, no sign of fear, but no fire or fight
either.
“I don't submit to anyone.” Her
words were defiant, but her eyes were lost.
“We will see.” He dropped her head
and moved behind her, slapping her ass with his hand, feeling the
sting on his palm. She bit back the cry. The second strike landed
in the same spot, the flesh turning red and warm beneath his palm,
though this time she didn't make a sound at all. He admired her
determination, it would make it more fun for them both.
“There isn't fight in you, but there
isn't hope either. Resignation to your fate is the reason you are
here and taking this.” His belt loosened from his pants, the sound
of it clearing the loops the only warning she would receive of what
was next to come. “Why give up when you could have it all?”
“I don't see anything but hurt and
pain.” Her head hung lower and he knew it was her heart that ached
more than her flesh.
Doubling the leather in his hand, he
bent and let it brush softly along her back and sides. Her body
jumped when he passed over her sensitive skin, the nerves awakening
to the sensations of the light caress. He watched as the goosebumps
rippled across her flesh in response to his teasing. His fingers
moved to her hair, pulling sharply to arch her back while the belt
crossed slowly across her round, supple ass. “There are many kinds
of pain.”
The first crack of the belt across her
ass brought a loud shriek to her lips, it echoed through the room
then died in the shadows. He took a moment to savor the sight of
here there, body fighting to relax and tensing for the next blow at
the same time. The next strikes hit her back, thighs, and ass with
the same satisfying crack. She cried out now, finally giving the
first signs of anything other than despair. Her flesh shown bright
red where the belt had hit. Tomorrow those spots would be various
shades of black or purple.
“You feeling something now?” His
hand grabbed her throat and turned her to look at him. Those dark
eyes starting to shine with a flicker that made him smile.
“Fuck you.” She groaned, but he
could swear he saw a small smile on her lips.
“Well what a foul mouth.” He
pulled her wrists from the chains and connected her cuffs behind her
back, pushing her down onto the floor. His hand rose high and came
down hard across her covered breasts. Her breath caught in her
throat, but with the second strike it released in a low groan. “You
are a filthy slut.”
“Fuck you, you don't know me.” her
words were growing bolder, but she wasn't looking at him when she
spoke. A clear sign she wasn't able to argue with him.
Gripping her ankle and securing it to
post by the thick metal cuff. He chain shook and clanked as she
halfheartedly protested her situation. She pushed against him as he
grabbed her other ankle, but not a full fight of a captured woman.
Her protests were more for show than freedom. The final shackle
clanked tight around her leg, securing her into his desire. Her eyes
locked on him now, watching him as his hands roamed her body.
Fingers slipping down her thighs, pushing hard against her panties
and smirking. “Wet, slut.”
“Bullshit..” Her teeth bared as
she grinned and struggled against the bindings. “You couldn't get
me wet.”
He stood and picked up the bucket from
the corner. Swishing the cool water around as he circled around her.
“Is that so?” He stopped over her, tipping the bucket and
pouring part of the contents into her face. The water flowed into
her mouth, choking her as she fought to breath in sputtering gasps.
Tipping the bucket back, giving her a moment to catch her breath
before tipping it again, catching her off guard so she swallowed down
too much water and began to cough hard. Tossing the bucket away and
pushing the hair from her face as she coughed and cried, trying to
calm her fear.
Moving around her, watching her breast
rise and fall as she struggled to catch her breath again. Her body
trembled softly as she laid before him. The spread of her legs
relaxed now, no longer struggling against the bindings. He moved
between them and pressed the toe of his foot softly against the
barely covered mound of her forbidden treasure. She jumped, head
tossed back, releasing an undeniable moan from her quivering lips.
“Fuck.. no... no...” Her head
tossed side to side as he pressed more firmly now, his sole grinding
down against her covered sex. Grinding his weight against her clit
through the thin silk, he knew the fire in her was flaming hot again.
“You feeling now?” He shifted his
foot side to side, keeping the pressure constant.
“Yesssss.. yes. I feel it.. God....”
Her wet hair matted her face, her eyes closed hard in anguish and
need. He couldn't imagine her more beautiful.
“What do you feel?”
“Everything... I feel everything...”
She looked at him at last, resolve and desire burning in her eyes.
“Then come here, cause I have
everything to give you.” He released her, pulling her to her knees
and offering her the reward of need and desire that would keep her
passion burning for the rest of the night.
Story by: mystermitch resident
Photos by: mystermitch residnet
Furniture used: ::WS:: Double Dire
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