She releases a small sigh and breathes, “Yes, Sir.”
I release her and step back.
“I want you to take a look around the room. If you have questions, I want you to ask. This will be a more pleasurable experience for you if you are comfortable in this room.”
She walks over to the bed and giggles softly.
“This is self explanatory, I think.”
She moves to the head of the bed, and touches the leather strap.
“Restraints?”
I move closer to her, but I’m keeping a distance, so I let her explore without touching her. If I get too close, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop myself.
“Yes, and I will use them on you.”
She walks over to the bench and stares at it.
“It’s a spanking bench. It can be used with or without the restraints hanging below.”
Turning to me with blushed cheeks, she asks, “Are you going to spank me?”
I’ve considered, more than once, that she should be punished for accepting a stranger's invitation to a BDSM club.
“Do you want me to spank you?”
Her cheeks turn flame red, as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nods.
“I’m more interested in your pleasure than I am punishment, but if you want it, I’ll give it to you. Let’s see how well you obey.”
I’m taking her cue that she’s had enough exploration time.
“Pull your dress up over your hips slowly, and kneel for me.”
She grabs the hem on either side and does exactly as I told her.
I groan inwardly at the utter fucking perfection in front of me.
“Crawl to me.”
She arches an eyebrow in surprise, and for a moment I think she’s going to disobey me, but she places her hands on the floor in front of her.
“Slowly. It’s not a race, I want to watch your beautiful body move.”
After a few movements toward me, I say, “Stop.”
“Take the mask off.”
She removes it, reaches up to set it on the bed, and continues in my direction. Lifting her head, she stares at me with a heated gaze as she gets closer to me.
“Turn around and crawl to the bench.”
Ella moves in a half circle, proceeds to the bench, and I think momentarily that I’ve died and gone to heaven. She chose the red lace thong under the dress, and her ass jiggles slightly with every movement, making my mouth water. I’m in deep trouble with this girl. If I want her this much before tasting her, that’s going to seal my destruction. This woman is going to fucking ruin me, as much as I plan to ruin her.
One night is going to destroy me, and I fucking welcome it.
CHAPTER 7
