"Take the egg out," he commanded.
We were both breathing hard, his eyes glinting with the same need I felt. With my eyes locked on his, I reached between my legs and eased my panties down over my heels. He held out his hand, and I placed them in it, gasping as he brought them to his nose and inhaled.
"God, yes, Isabeau. You smell amazing."
I reached carefully between my legs and squeezed my muscles, easing the toy out of my body. He snatched it away, breathing that in as well before setting it aside on one of the dark, wooden shelves.
"You're ready for me." It wasn't a question.
"Yes, Sir."
He grinned wickedly. "Then hold up your arms and brace yourself."
I smiled, then bit my lip, arousal and fear rushing through me, intermingling into sweet anticipation. He shed his jacket and shirt, then advanced upon me, pushing me back against the wall beneath a metal grating over head. He grabbed the bottom of my dress and ripped it off over my head, tearing the silk up the side. I made a noise in protest-it was so expensive!-but he glared at me until I shut my mouth, holding my hands still above my head.
He slung a chain up over the grating, then down again, and I noticed two leather cuffs dangling overhead.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," he said, picking me up.
I did as I was told, wrapping my na**d legs around him, letting him support me as he cuffed first my left wrist, then the right. I was hanging then, at just the right height for him to take me, but too high for my feet to touch the ground on my own. I mewled, feeling helpless and trapped, and totally turned on.
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He leaned back, letting me slip just a little, and I shrieked as I thought he was going to let me fall. My weight settled on the cuffs, and I gripped the chain, holding on tight.
"What's the matter, little slave? Don't you trust me?"
He reached down, unzipping himself. "Hang on for me."
He let me go, and I dangled, then, unsupported and afraid, trying not to scream, feeling like a true slave succumbing to his will. There was nothing I could do. I watched him roll a condom on, and then he was back, wrapping my legs around him, supporting me before my arms could get too sore.
"I'm glad you changed your mind," he growled, and thrust himself inside of me, impaling me on his girth.
I cried out, my body overly sensitive from the orgasm he'd already given me, every nerve on fire as he filled me the way I so desperately needed. He pulled all the way out, and dipped a finger into my wetness, then thrust back inside.
I moaned, loving the way he fit just right, stretching me to an almost painful degree. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks as he began moving, stroking in and out of me as I held onto the chain for dear life. When his finger found my pucker, I gasped against him.
"I love this ass of yours, little slave. The things I'm going to do to you here," he growled, f**king me harder.
I yelled as the tip of his finger pushed past the ring of muscle, stinging and sending jolts of pleasure through me simultaneously as he invaded me.
"Would you like that, slave? Would you like to be taken in the ass by your master?"
He gripped my waist with his other hand, pulling me up and down onto his c**k harder than ever, bucking up into me with each thrust, his finger working its way further into my ass as he spoke.
"Y-yes!" I cried.
I'd never had a man there before, but the way he said what he wanted to do to me made me weak with desire. I wanted him to take me everywhere. I wanted to be totally his and learn at his hand.
"Good girl," he grunted.
He removed his finger, then roughly pulled my bra down over my br**sts, trussing them up before him. He held me in both arms now, and leaned in, suckling first one nipple into his mouth, then the other as he pumped in and out of my eager body. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, to caress him and hold him, but I was his prisoner, trapped above, being used for his will, and his alone.
I screamed as he bit a nipple and slapped my ass hard. The stinging made my pu**y clench around him, ratching up my pleasure in a way that made my head spin. He moved to the other nipple and bit down, spanking me again, and again as he made me his, taking me harder and faster.
My arms were growing tired, and I could no longer hold the chain for support. I hung there, trusting him as he slapped and bit and slid in and out of me, covering my body in a riot of sensation, pain and pleasure merging into one beautiful symphony of desire.
He licked his way up to my neck, teasing and kissing, even as he mercilessly f**ked me from below. I was wailing now, my voice echoing off the walls as I rode him. When his teeth closed on my throat, I came undone, my orgasm crashing over me, my heartbeat thudding in my ears as he bit me harder, marking me.