The room was dimly lit, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioner. She knelt on the plush rug, her wrists bound behind her back with soft silk, her head bowed in silent submission. The cool air brushed against her bare skin, raising goosebumps as she waited. She didn’t dare look up, not without permission. That was the rule.
He stood before her, his presence commanding even in silence. His polished shoes came into view, and she felt the weight of his gaze. She shivered, not from fear but from anticipation. He circled her slowly, his footsteps deliberate, each one echoing in the quiet room. She could feel his eyes tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her hips, the way her shoulders tensed under his scrutiny.
“Good,” he murmured at last, his voice low and smooth. “You’re learning.”
She exhaled softly, her chest rising and falling with the effort to remain still. He crouched in front of her, his fingers tilting her chin up until their eyes met. His gaze was piercing, searching for any hint of hesitation. She gave him none. Her longing was written in the way her lips parted, the way her breath hitched when his thumb brushed her lower lip.
“You want this,” he said, not a question but a statement. She nodded, the motion small but certain. He smiled, a faint curve of his lips that sent a thrill through her. “Words, little one.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her voice trembling but clear. “I want this.”
He stood, his hand sliding into her hair, gripping firmly but not painfully. She closed her eyes, surrendering to his control. He guided her to her feet, his touch both commanding and tender. She followed without resistance, her body attuned to his every movement.
He led her to the bed, where he laid her down with care, her bound hands beneath her. His fingers trailed down her body, igniting a fire wherever they touched. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, knowing he preferred her silence unless instructed otherwise. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re mine tonight,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Every part of you.”
She nodded again, her heart pounding. He kissed her then, deep and possessive, his tongue claiming hers. She melted into it, her body arching toward him. His hands explored her, teasing and tormenting, until she was trembling with need. He took his time, drawing out every sensation, every gasp she couldn’t suppress.
When he finally entered her, it was with a slow, deliberate thrust that made her cry out. He silenced her with a kiss, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Quiet,” he commanded, and she obeyed, biting her lip as he moved inside her. The pleasure was overwhelming, but she kept her voice in check, her submission absolute.
He drove her to the edge again and again, each time pulling her back before she could fall. She clung to him, her body writhing in silent ecstasy. When he finally allowed her release, it was with a whispered command that sent her over the edge, her body shuddering as she came undone.
He held her afterward, his arms strong and secure around her. She rested her head against his chest, her breathing slowly returning to normal. In that moment, she felt complete, her forbidden longing fulfilled in the depths of her submission. And she knew, without a doubt, that she would always be his.