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"Louder."

"I'm yours," I said more steadily.

He purred softly against my neck. "And I plan to take full advantage."

I suppressed a squeal as his powerful arms wrapped around me and scooped me into the air. For the second time in as many days he carried me across the room and lay me gently on the bed.

"God you look sexy, all tied up for me."

The mattress shifted under his weight as he straddled me, and then his lips were on mine. The kiss was strong and urgent, and my body turned to liquid beneath it. His tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring, teasing, exciting, while his hands found their way to my chest.

"I've been waiting to play with these since the first time I saw you," he said, squeezing my breasts gently. Wrapping his lips around one nipple, he flicked his tongue over the hardened peak before circling the areola lazily. I arched beneath him, stretching against my bonds, powerless to the pleasure that was coursing through me.

Unlike our last encounter, he took his time. He worked his way down slowly, stroking and kissing every part of me as if claiming uncharted territory. Places that had never seemed sexy to me lit up under his touch, leaving me a trembling, panting mess.

By the time he reached the top of my panties, I was soaking wet. Every touch of his tongue seemed like a promise.

"Fuck, you smell so good," he said, his lips softly caressing my thighs. "But tonight you have to earn that kind of pleasure. From now on, you aren't allowed to come until I say so. Understand? Your orgasms are mine."

I moaned in protest.

"Good things come to those who wait," he chided. "Right now I want to see your ass."

He climbed off me, slid his hands underneath my body and turned me over. With my wrists bound behind me, I had nothing to rest on at the front, which left me kneeling at an angle, my head resting on a pillow and my bottom jutting out into the air.

He made an appreciative sound. "Fuck, it's perfect," he said, stroking me roughly. There was something in the way he touched me there that made my stomach tighten. It conjured memories of Hannah bent over the desk awaiting her punishment. I had an uneasy feeling I knew what came next.

"You know, we still haven't dealt with your little penchant for teasing," he said, as if on cue, punctuating the statement with a single gentle smack.

I tried to recoil, but there was nowhere to go. "I'm not sure... I mean..." but I couldn't get the words out. The conservative part of my mind was screaming at the indecency of what was about to happen, but the deeper I went down the rabbit hole, the more muffled that voice got. The whole thing felt unavoidable. There I was, bound, bent and blindfolded in front of a man I barely knew, my skin hot, my body flushed with hormones. He'd told me he'd stop if I gave the word, but at that point I wasn't really sure if that was true. What was scarier was that I didn't know if I wanted him to.

"Shh, shh," he said. "It's your first time. I'll be gentle."

Before I could complain, he swept me up in his arms again and spun me around until I came to rest over his knee. The ease with which he could manipulate me was a huge turn on. Even if I wasn't bound, I couldn't have stopped him.

He tugged my panties together in the middle, exposing more of my skin to the air. "Now this will sting at first. Give it a chance. Try to embrace it. Pain and pleasure are closer than most people realise." He rubbed my ass tenderly. "Are you ready?"

I quivered. I didn't know if I'd ever be ready. But nonetheless I found myself nodding.

With my eyes covered, I couldn't even see it coming. One second his hand was resting lightly against me, the next it was crashing into my left cheek. The pain was hot and sharp and instant, like a tiny explosion against my skin. I grunted through gritted teeth.

The blows began to fall in a steady rhythm. There was no conversation, just the meaty crack of flesh on flesh. At first, I felt nothing but pain. My skin burned under the onslaught, and every slap seemed to sting a little more than the last.

But as my body adjusted, a strange sense of peace began to settle over me. Each smack was as inevitable as the last, so rather than shy away, I did as he'd suggested. I began to embrace them. They still stung on a physical level, but gradually I began to realise that there was more to the experience than just pain.

My skin had grown more sensitive than I'd ever thought possible, and every touch sent waves of sensation rolling through me. Pain and pleasure wound themselves together, until it was difficult to see where one ended and the other began. It was an exhilarating combination.

There was also something incredibly erotic about being turned over Sebastian's knee, having him do those things to me. With the ropes, I'd given control over to him, and now he was exercising it. The intense display of dominance I'd witnessed while crouched in the wardrobe was now directed at me. And it felt fantastic. The simple satisfaction of complete submission.

Again, Sebastian showed an uncanny ability to read me. "You see? It feels good doesn't it?"

"Yes," I replied. And I meant it.

Feeling more confident, I began to experiment. I shifted against him, lining my crotch up with the curve of his thigh. The next blow caused them to grind together, chasing the pain with a tremor of ecstasy. My cries began to dissolve into moans as the line blurred even further.

With the last of my resistance bleeding away, everything began to take on a new dimension. The ropes that I'd struggled so hard against became exciting in their strength. My blindness, once terrifying, now amplified every sensation. I was no longer afraid to discover what wicked secrets Sebastian had planned; I was excited.

He paused and ran his hands lightly over my burning flesh, soothing it in small circles. "Mmm, cherry red. I love a good spanking. I'm not really much of a sadist as far as doms go — whips and chemicals are a bit beyond me — but the sight of a girl bent over my knee, red ass in the air, just drives me wild."

His fingers slid down and slipped inside my panties, parting them to one side, causing me to moan in anticipation. "It looks like I'm not the only one who enjoyed that," he said, running his fingers slowly up my slit. "It's a pity you can't feel how wet you are for yourself. But I think I can do one better."

There was a pulling sensation against my legs and a loud rip. He'd torn my panties free! I opened my mouth to object, but before I got out so much as a word, he crammed them between my lips.

"You were wondering what the ribbon was for," he said, as I felt something soft loop around my head. "Well now you know. I want you to taste yourself, to taste how wet I made you. I want you to understand how much you enjoyed getting bound and spanked."

The scent of my arousal was almost overpowering. It filled my nostrils and rolled down my throat. He was right; I'd never been so turned on before.

He tied the ribbon off behind my head. "Perfect."

With the gag in place, my helplessness grew. One by one, my freedoms were being stolen away. I couldn't move, I couldn't see, and now I couldn't even talk properly. He'd reduced me to little more than a life-sized doll that he could pose and play with however he wished.

"Seeing as your mouth is currently occupied, if you want me to stop at any point, clap your hands. Understand?"

It hadn't occurred to me that my safe word would be useless, but once again his experience shone through. I nodded.

"Excellent. You know, you're doing so well, I think you've earned a reward."

I nodded again eagerly. My whole body ached for him, begging to be satisfied.

For a few agonising seconds nothing happened. I began to think maybe he had another surprise in store, but then his finger was pushing into me. I moaned into the gag.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he said, slipping past my folds with liquid smoothness. "I love that I can do this to you. You have no idea how hard it makes me, seeing you like this."

I made a noise, something between a cry and a plea. His finger felt amazing, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. I bucked against him, pushing him deeper, and he responded, siding in to the lowest knuckle and crooking his finger in a 'come hither' gesture that made my insides melt.

"God, you're greedy tonight aren't you? Well, I've never been one to turn down an invitation." A second finger joined the first, stretching me wider, while the rough pad of his thumb found my clit and began to work it in slow circles.

I knew I wouldn't last long. The night's intricate, sensuous torture had my body humming just millimetres below the edge. I braced myself against his legs, preparing for that sweet release to come tearing through me.

But right as I was on the brink, he pulled away.

"Now, now," he said over my wordless protests, "remember what I said earlier? You can't come without permission. Your orgasms are mine."

He set me down on my knees on the bed. There was a rustling of material, but I barely noticed, too focused on the pleasure inside me that was slowly ebbing away. I'd been so close!

"You know with a lot of practice, I may be able to teach you to come for me on command," he said, stroking my back soothingly. "I gave one girl a screaming orgasm in a crowded mall with just simple instructions. It's amazing what people are capable of when they truly surrender themselves."

It sounded ridiculous. Orgasms were hard enough to achieve the regular way. I doubted any level of submission would change that.

"I know you probably don't believe me. It's true, you're a long way from being able to do that, but you might be closer than you think."

His fingers wrapped tightly around my hips as he leaned in close. "Now I want you to come for me," he growled, and with a single violent thrust he rammed his cock inside me.

The effect was instantaneous. My orgasm roared back to life, exploding through my body in a surge of muscle curling warmth. The breath drained from my lungs as my pussy clenched tight around his hardness, until I was sure I must be hurting him. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.

"You see, you might be capable of more than you think."

As my body convulsed one final time, I couldn't help but agree. I had a lot to learn about myself.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said. "Christ, you feel good. You're wet enough to take all of me already." To prove his point he thrust himself deep, burying his shaft all the way to the root. I moaned with the size of him.

With no need to ease into it, the animal took over. He drove himself into me with a bestial urgency. One hand fell onto my back, pushing me into the bed, while the other seized my shoulder, grinding me against him in time with his thrusts.

I had never felt so utterly possessed before. In that moment, bound and held, I was his, every part of me, to tease and touch and fuck as he wished. I wasn't sure I'd ever get enough of that feeling.

His pace slowed and I felt his hand slide up to the back of my head.

"I think it's time to remove these," he said, fingering the blindfold and ribbon. "I want you to see how you look trussed up for me. I want you to watch me as I fuck you."

He gave a tug and they both fell to the floor. The room sprang into view. It was strange being able to see again. For a second I merely blinked, struggling to get my bearings. Then my eyes fell on the mirror that occupied the far wall.

"You see now what you've let me do to you?" he asked. "And this is just the beginning. I can show you a whole world of pleasure just like this."

The image of my bound body being mounted from behind was almost too much. Sebastian had shed his clothes. He stood behind me naked, taut, and glistening with sweat. A pure, primal picture of masculinity. It was the first time I'd seen him fully undressed. There was barely an ounce of fat on him. From his perfectly toned biceps to his powerful chest to the magnificent V of muscle that hugged his pelvis, the sight of him took my breath away.

I watched with wild eyes as that magnificent cock disappeared inside me, his body quivering with barely restrained ferocity. My ass glowed red in the lamplight, still raw from our earlier games, and every thrust sent a little sting coursing through me, as his stomach brushed that tender skin.

"Yes," I moaned, "I want you to show me."

Shifting angles, he brought his hand up to my ass, his fingers playing gently across the delicate, rosy ring at the centre. Under other circumstances I'd probably have been shocked by that alien sensation, but as excited as I was, I took it in stride.

"Have you ever let a man fuck you here?" he asked, lubing himself with my juices and pushing just the tiniest way inside me. I felt an unexpected thread of pleasure shoot through me.

"No," I replied. "I've done a little anal play, but it was a long time ago."

"Then we'll go slow," he said. "But I want to have you there eventually. I want to have you everywhere, Sophia. Every part of you is mine." There was no question in his voice, and I didn't object. I knew it was true. Besides, of all the things I'd let him do, this seemed almost tame by comparison.

His breathing began to quicken. I could hear it in his sounds, those raw, animal grunts; he was getting close.

"I want you to come with me, Sophia. I want to feel you tighten around me as I blow inside you."