The dimly lit room was silent except for the soft clink of metal as he adjusted the chains. She knelt before him, her wrists bound behind her back, her body trembling with anticipation. His gaze was steady, commanding, as he circled her like a predator assessing its prey.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice low and firm. She obeyed instantly, her eyes lifting to meet his. The intensity in his stare sent a shiver down her spine.
He stepped closer, his fingers trailing along her jawline before gripping her chin. “You’re mine tonight,” he murmured. “Every move, every breath—controlled by me. Do you understand?”
She nodded, her lips parting slightly. “Yes, Master.”
He smirked, satisfied, and moved behind her. The chains tightened as he secured them to the hooks on the wall, pulling her arms back just enough to arch her spine. Her breath hitched as he ran his hands down her sides, his touch firm yet teasing.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “Bound, vulnerable, completely at my mercy.”
Her skin flushed under his praise, her body responding to his every word. He stepped back, admiring his work, before retrieving a flogger from the table. The leather tails swayed as he approached, and she tensed, her heart racing.
The first strike landed softly, a warm caress against her skin. She gasped, her body arching further into the sensation. He continued, alternating between gentle strokes and sharper impacts, each one carefully calculated to build her arousal.
“You’re doing so well,” he praised, his voice a soothing contrast to the sting of the flogger. “Let go, surrender to me.”
Her moans filled the room as she obeyed, her mind drifting into a haze of pleasure and pain. He dropped the flogger and stepped closer, his hands roaming her body, teasing her most sensitive areas.
“Please, Master,” she begged, her voice trembling.
He chuckled darkly, his fingers slipping between her thighs. “Not yet,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’ll take what I give you, when I decide.”
She whimpered but nodded, her trust in him unwavering. He continued to tease her, edging her closer and closer to the brink before pulling back, leaving her desperate for release.
Finally, he unclipped the chains, letting her arms fall free. He caught her as she stumbled, holding her close. “You’ve earned your reward,” he murmured, his lips capturing hers in a possessive kiss.
He laid her down on the soft mattress, his body covering hers. His touch was tender now, a stark contrast to the dominance he’d shown moments before. She clung to him as he brought her to the edge once more, this time letting her fall.
Her cries echoed through the room as pleasure consumed her, her body trembling in his arms. He held her close, his lips brushing her forehead. “Mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with possessiveness and affection.
And in that moment, she knew she’d never belong to anyone else.