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She stood before him, nervous and uncertain. He could see the fear in her eyes, but he also saw something else, something that excited him. He could see the eagerness in her, the desire to please him. He took a step closer to her and stroked her cheek.

“You understand what submission means, little one?” he asked her.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” he said, and then he leaned in and kissed her, softly at first, and then with more passion. She melted into him, her body pressing against his, and he ran his hands over her body, feeling the curves and the softness of her skin.

“Take off your clothes,” he whispered into her ear.

She nodded, and he watched as she slowly undressed herself, the nervousness still evident in her movements. When she was completely naked, he surveyed her body, taking in every inch of it.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

She blushed, and he smiled at her. “Come here,” he said, and she came to him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again, his hands caressing her back and her buttocks.

“Do you trust me?” he asked her.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

“Good,” he said, and then he led her to a large wooden cross, standing in the middle of the room.

“Put your hands on the cross,” he ordered, and she obeyed. He bound her wrists to the cross with soft leather cuffs, and then he attached a chain to the cuffs, pulling her arms above her head.

She was now completely at his mercy, and he could see the fear mixed with excitement in her eyes. He ran a finger down her chest to her stomach and then down to her pubic hair. She shuddered and moaned, and he smiled.

“Does that feel good?” he asked her.

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.

He continued to tease her, running his fingers over her nipples, down her belly, and then lightly brushing her clit. She was writhing against the chains, her moans becoming louder.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “You’re mine,” he said. “I can make you feel so good.”

He began to stroke her clit in earnest, and she cried out in pleasure. He kept up the same rhythm until she was on the verge of orgasm, and then he stopped.

“Not yet,” he said.

She whimpered in frustration, but he could see that she was enjoying this, enjoying the control he had over her.

He changed his attention to her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth and gently biting down. She moaned again, arching her back to get more of his touch.

He knew that she was ready to cum, but he wasn’t finished with her yet. He released her from the cross and led her to a bench. He bent her over it, spreading her legs wide, and then spanked her ass hard.

She gasped, but he could tell that it was out of pleasure more than pain. He continued to spank her, varying the intensity and the rhythm, until she was begging him to stop.

“Please, Sir, I need to cum,” she pleaded.

He smiled. “Not yet.”

He stood behind her and entered her in one swift thrust, causing her to cry out. He kept up a steady rhythm, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her back onto him. She was moaning continuously now, and he could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm.

He reached around and began to stroke her clit again, and this time she came with a scream, her body shaking with delight. He held her close as she came down from the high, and then they collapsed onto the bench.

She was breathing heavily, and he stroked her hair.

“Did you like that?” he asked her.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said. “We’re just getting started.”
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