“Turn around,” he ordered, grabbing her arms when she did so. She felt him wrap cloth around her wrists, tightly enough so that she could feel the bones rub together as he tied the knot. “I’ve changed my mind. We’re going upstairs.”
With one hand on her shoulder and the other around her forearm he marched her up the winding staircase and through the ornate double doors. They opened into a lavish bedroom with thick carpeting, gilt-edged walls, and a canopy bed with sin-black sheets that looked so decadent her pulse jumped at the idea of being in it with him. Instead of leading her to it, he pushed her onward to the opposite wall, which was completely concealed by dark, heavy curtains. Pulling on a golden rope, the curtain glided to the left, revealing a black dungeon door. Without releasing his grip on her shoulder, he inserted a large metal key into the lock, then pulled open the door. She half expected it to creak ominously, but it glided open silently on obviously well oiled hinges.
Inside, her jaw dropped at the sight– the walls were dark grey stone, like that in a true dungeon, with fake torches glowing in brackets placed all along the walls. A long, metal table dominated the room, black restraint cuffs resting at the corners. She could see they were attached to the table by chains. There was some sort of swing-like contraption near the far wall that she couldn’t even conceive of, and there was another table with various tools and restraints. She tried to crane her neck to get a look at them, but he led her straight to the table and lifted her up onto it.
Since she had no hands to support her, she was forced to turn her head to the side and rest her cheek against the cold metal. As she did so, her eyes widened at the sight of a wide, rectangular mirror, displaying her full length as she sprawled on the table. She was shocked at just how wanton she looked, with her hair spilling around her face, her breasts pressed against the table, and her scantily-clad ass rising in the air.
She watched as Mark placed one of his big hands on her bottom, meeting her eyes in the mirror, and smiled slightly. “There’s one in front of you too, and also one overhead. I like my submissive to watch what I am doing to them, while I am doing it.”
“Oh.” She said in a small voice, then yelped when he pinched her bottom.
“Oh…?”
“Master,” she added sheepishly.
“Good girl.” Mark tugged her legs open and secured the restraints around her ankles. “Now, for your punishment.” He picked up a black paddle from the table and smacked her left cheek with it. She gasped at the stinging pain. He smacked the opposite cheek, delivering the same pain. Her legs trembled as he continued to alternate, the stinging turning into a dull throb—a throb that extended between her legs, she realized. With each strike of the paddle she could feel her pussy thrum, could feel the little vibrator shake a little against her clit. She felt a tiny bit of moisture run down the inside of her right thigh, and knew that if she were able to reach a hand between her legs she would find her thong was soaked.
Looking in the mirror again, she saw that his face was expressionless as he paddled her, but his eyes were gleaming. She whimpered a little at the sight of her ass, all shiny pink now, then gasped as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up.
“Not loud enough,” he growled, bringing the paddle down just a little harder. “I want to hear you beg.”
A cry escaped her lips as he dragged her back, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Please,” she gasped as he tugged on her hair harder.
The crack of the paddle against her ass reverberated louder through the room. “Please what? What do you want?”
“I… I can’t…” she cried out as he smacked her with the paddle again.#p#分页标题#e#
“I know that deep inside that shy, conservative exterior is a sexy wanton,” he growled in her ear. “It’s her I want to bring out to play with me. Now tell me, what do you want?”
“I want… release…” she gasped, tears stinging her eyes. “Please, Master.”
The paddle cracked against her flesh again, but lighter this time. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“I want…” her jaw worked for a moment as she forced herself to say the words aloud. “I want your mouth on me…on me. Pleasing me. Master”
“Down here? On your wet, pink pussy?” He slipped a finger beneath the scrap of cloth that covered it and her knees nearly buckled.
“Yes. Please, Master,” she begged again.
“Good girl. You’re learning.” He placed the paddle aside and squeezed her cheeks gently in each hand. “You have such a beautiful ass,” he murmured as she moaned in pleasure-pain. “So round and pink. I might just give you what you want—but first you have to please me.”