As I walked into the room, I could feel his presence behind me. His breath was hot on my neck and I shivered. He had at all times had this effect on me, a power to make me quiver with anticipation.
I turned around to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. He was standing there, tall and imposing, staring down at me with hungry eyes. I knew what he wanted, and I was more than eager to give it to him.
He walked toward me, and I felt my knees buckle. He knew what he was doing, and he was very good at it. He reached out with one hand and traced the outline of my lips with his finger, leaning in to whisper in my ear.
“Tonight, you are mine. You will do as I say, and you will enjoy every moment of it.”
I felt a thrill of excitement run through me. This was what I had been waiting for, what I needed. I nodded my head, and he smiled.
Without another word, he took my hand and led me over to the bed. He pushed me down onto the soft blankets, and I moaned as the cool fabric touched my skin. He began to strip off my clothes, slowly and deliberately, savoring every inch of skin he exposed.
I lay there, naked and vulnerable, as he admired me. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my body, and I blushed with embarrassment. But at the same time, I felt exposed, raw, and incredibly aroused.
He reached out and touched my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples to hardness. I gasped as he pinched them, knowing that it was just a prelude to what was to come.
He moved down my body, dragging his fingers over my stomach and hips. When he reached my thighs, he pushed them aside, exposing me completely. I could feel the wetness building between my legs as he leaned in to kiss me.
His mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue exploring every inch of me. I responded eagerly, arching my back to give him better access.
But then, just when I wondered I couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled away. He stood up, towering over me, and reached for a length of rope that was lying on the side table.
I knew what he was gonna do, and I felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through me. He bound my wrists to the bedposts, spreading my arms wide and leaving me helplessly exposed.
He moved down to my ankles next, lashing them to the posts, too. I was completely at his mercy, utterly at his whim. The wondered was terrifying, but it also sent waves of pleasure through me.
He stood back and admired his handiwork, trailing his fingers over my body once again. I squirmed beneath his touch.
“Do you like this?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
He smiled down at me before moving away. I could hear him rustling around in the drawers, searching for something else to use against me.
My heart was pounding so loudly in my chest that I could barely hear him when he returned, but then I felt it. The soft whack of leather against my skin.
He had brought a riding crop, and he was using it to trace lines up and down my body. The sting was delicious, the sharp snap of leather against my skin sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my veins.
I was writhing against the ropes, desperate for release, when he finally stopped. He stood over me once again, his eyes dark with hunger.
“You belong to me now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Say it.”
“I belong to you,” I gasped.
“Good,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me once again.
But it didn’t stop there. The night continued, with him teasing and tormenting my body until I was a writhing, helpless mess. He pushed me to the limits of my pleasure and then beyond, and I loved every moment of it.
It was a night of domination, submission, and sensuality. It was a night of bound seduction, and I never wanted it to end.