The dim glow of candlelight flickered across the room, casting shadows that danced on the walls. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of lavender and leather mingling intoxicatingly. She knelt on the plush rug, her wrists bound behind her back with silk ties, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. He stood before her, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice low and firm. Her eyes lifted, meeting his piercing gaze. There was no room for hesitation, no space for doubt. She was his tonight, completely and utterly.
He circled her slowly, the sound of his boots echoing in the silence. His fingers trailed along her shoulder, down her spine, making her shiver. “You belong to me,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “Every part of you. Your body, your mind, your pleasure—they’re mine to command. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Good.” He stepped back, his eyes raking over her. “Stand.”
She rose on unsteady legs, her heart pounding. He moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips possessively. “You’ll take what I give you,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’ll obey without question. And when I’m done with you, you’ll thank me.”
She nodded, her breath catching as he pulled her against him, his hardness pressing into her back. His fingers found the clasp of her bra, and with a flick, it fell away. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
He guided her to the edge of the bed, his hands firm but not unkind. “Bend over,” he commanded. She obeyed, her chest pressing into the mattress, her bound hands resting on the small of her back. He ran his palm over her ass, the sting of his touch making her gasp.
“Count for me,” he said, his voice calm but laced with authority. The first strike landed, sharp and deliberate. “One,” she breathed, her voice shaky. The second came quickly, and she cried out, “Two!” He continued, each strike measured, each one bringing her closer to the edge of submission.
When he finally stopped, her skin was flushed, her body trembling. He leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his voice softening. “But we’re not done yet.”
He released her wrists, and she turned to face him, her eyes wide and pleading. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice a low growl. “And tonight, I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
She nodded, her heart swelling with a strange mix of fear and adoration. He kissed her then, deep and possessive, his hands roaming her body as if to claim every inch. When he finally entered her, it was with a slow, deliberate thrust that made her cry out. He set a punishing pace, his hands gripping her hips, his breath hot against her skin.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough with need. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, her nails digging into his back. “Only yours.”
He groaned, his rhythm faltering as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with release. She followed him over the edge, her cries mingling with his.
When it was over, he held her close, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. “You did so well,” he whispered, his voice tender now. “My perfect sub.”
She smiled, her body humming with satisfaction. Tonight, she had given him everything—and in return, he had given her the ultimate gift: his control.