As soon as I walked into the dimly lit dungeon, the sweet scent of leather and musk filled my senses. I took a deep breath and looked around, marveling at the array of restraints and toys that hung from the walls and lay scattered across the room.
My heart pounded with excitement as I saw him standing in the center of the room, his eyes locked on me. He was tall and muscular, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through me. He was dressed in black leather pants and a matching vest, his muscular arms bare.
“Welcome, my dear,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “Are you ready to explore your limits?”
I shivered with anticipation as he walked over to me and took my hand. He led me over to a leather bench at the side of the room and gently pushed me down onto it. He began to unbutton my blouse, his fingers tracing slow circles on my skin.
“Relax,” he murmured as he removed my shirt and bra. “Trust me.”
I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as he took a length of rope from the wall and began to bind my wrists together. He then tied the rope to an overhead beam, lifting my arms above my head so that I was fully exposed to him.
He stepped back and appraised me, his eyes lingering on my exposed breasts and taut nipples. “Beautiful,” he said softly. “Absolutely beautiful.”
He walked over to a nearby table and returned with a riding crop. He tapped it gently against my chest, then trailed it down my stomach and between my legs.
“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You’re ready for me.”
He leaned in and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it gently. I moaned, arching my back and pushing my breasts into his mouth. He took the other nipple into his mouth, and I writhed beneath him, lost in a haze of pleasure.
He continued to tease and torment my nipples with his mouth and the riding crop, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He then moved down between my legs, running his tongue along my folds and flicking it over my clit.
I groaned, my hips bucking as he licked and suckled me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Just as I was about to come, he stopped, leaving me gasping and writhing.
“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “Don’t stop.”
He looked up at me with a wicked grin. “I’m just getting started, my dear,” he said. “You’re bound to please, and I plan on taking full advantage of that fact.”
