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They sat for a long time on his bed in silence when his hand slid from his lap to rest lightly on her thigh. Zita looked at him oddly as he leaned in to kiss her. She moved back avoiding his lips. Luke looked into Zita’s eyes, an evil glint passed threw his piercing eyes. She looked at him frightened.

Luke shifted on the bed as he moved closer to her, using his left hand, he pushed Zita gently, but forcibly back on the bed. His right hand slid up her thigh massaging her crotch. Zita looked at him, her face showing fear, but also pleasure as she bit into her lower lip.

He leaned down to her crushing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss before biting her lower lip. His grip on her lip brought tears to her eyes as she now struggled to push him away. The harder she pushed, the harder her ground his hand against her crotch. Releasing her lip as he looked deep into her eyes as she involuntarily began to shudder as her orgasm grew. Seeing her so close to her peak, he stopped and pulled his hand away from her.

She peered at him with a look of confusion as he straddled her. He gently took her left wrist in his right hand as he pulled a tie from under his pillow, lifting her hand to the headboard, he tied her wrist securely in place. Then taking her right wrist, he tied it in a similar fashion. She pulled at her bonds testing their strength. He smirked at her as he reached to the nightstand pulling open the top drawer. He pulled out a pocket knife unfolding the blade. She watched him closely as her eyes told of the fear she felt.

He lowered the blade to the collar of her shirt and cut down the front of her shirt, pulling her shirt open to expose a black silk bra. He looked down at her admiring her pale skin, his steel gray eyes seeing the fear in her soft blue eyes. A wicked grin crept across his face as he pressed the blade to her exposed breast. Terrified, she closed her eyes tight and turned her head away from him.

Seeing the fear on her face, he leans down to her licking her ear softly with the tip of his tongue sending a wave of goose bumps over her body. She can feel his hot breath on her ear as he whispers in a deep tone, “I won’t hurt you.” Lifting the blade from her porcelain skin, he sets the glistening blade back in the drawer of his nightstand. A cold smile crosses Luke’s face as he looks down on Zita. Scooting back, he slowly unbuttons her pants revealing her silken black thong, pulling them down simultaneously with her pants, discarding them on the floor.

Zita draws up her legs trying the cover herself as Luke moves around to stand by the headboard. Reaching under the pillow, he withdraws two more ties and walks back to the foot of the bed. Zita lifts her head trying to watch him as he takes a firm grip on her right ankle trying to pull her leg straight. Frightened, Zita refuses as Luke shoots a piercing glance to her, speaking in a low tone, “It’d be in your best interests to cooperate my dove.”

Reluctantly she stops fighting him as he ties her ankle to the foot of the bed, moving to her other ankle, he ties it similarly to the opposite post leaving her legs spread wide for anything he may inflict upon her. Zita peeks to him, her soft eyes pleading for his mercy as his steel eyes speak of no yielding.

Luke walks casually to his night stand pulling out the second drawer taking out a glass with a red candle inside and a pack of matches. Striking a match he likes the candle and sets it on the nightstand as he goes back to rummaging threw the odds and ends in his drawer. Zita watches from the bed with fear as he withdraws two nipple clamps as he turns his gaze to her, a wide grin dances on his lips.

Standing beside the bed, he leans over her gripping her right nipple between his fingers pinching it hard as it comes to a bud he quickly places the clamp on it tightly. Zita lets out a cry of pain as the clamp grips her nipple, she fights back the tears that blur her vision as she watches Luke take the second clamp in hand. Again gripping her nipple making it hard before quickly catching it in the vice-like grip of the clamp making Zita cry out in pain once more. This time, slight tears roll down her face as she looks to him still pleading for the slightest bit of mercy.

Luke turns away from her as he takes the candle in hand, stirring it around a bit to see how much wax had melted, he looks to Zita with an evil grin. He reaches out with his free hand shaking each of her nipples to intensify her pain, each time she cries out in agony. Zita whimpers as she watches Luke walk to the foot of the bed, standing between her legs with the candle in his hand.

Luke lifts the candle up over Zita’s cunt tilting it allowing a small amount of melting wax to fall upon her exposed flesh. Zita cries out in pain as the wax hits her tender skin. Her back arcs in agony as she feels him pour more onto cunt, a pleasured smile graces his lips as he watches her writhe in pain. He pours more onto her now flaming cunt watching her bite desperately into he lower lip.

Satisfied with her reaction, he moved around the bed back to the nightstand setting down the candle. Turning he walked back to stand at the foot of the bed between her legs admiring the beautiful design of red wax cast over her cunt. Smiling to her as he reached up to her cunt peeling the wax from her and discarding it onto the floor. Once her cunt was rid of all the wax he ground his thumb hard against her clit making her jerk against her bonds trying to wiggle away from his hand.

Luke watched her face as it twisted in pain and pleasure, stopping as her muscles began to tighten with a building orgasm, her eyes looked to him pleading to push her over the edge. He walked back around to the night stand withdrawing a small whip, Zita’s eyes lit with fear as she saw him turn to her. Pleading to him, “Please no, don’t whip me!” She let out a cry as the whip struck across her breasts, lash after lash fell upon her silken flesh. When he had finished whipping her breasts, he slowly unclamped each nipple tossing the clamps back in his drawer.

Zita let out a sigh of relief as she felt he was finished. Her breasts throbbed, as she closed her eyes breathing deeply. Uknown to her, Luke had walked to the end of the bed. A lash of his whip fell hard upon her cunt, her eyes shot open as she let out a scream of pain. Luke began to bulge against his pants as his erection grew hearing her pain filled cries. He applied the lash to her cunt without mercy, when he finished, her cunt was now throbbing as well, he casually discarded the whip to the floor as he went about unfastening his pants.

Luke let his pants fall to the ground as he pulled his boxers down and stepped out of them discarding them with his pants before pulling his shirt over his head, and throwing it to the floor. He slowly climbed onto the bed between her legs, dipping his head down lightly licking her clit, Zita shuddered in pain. Luke climbed so he was a little higher than eye level with Zita, laying his toned form ontop of her, his hardened cock pressed against her aching clit. Smiling evily to her as he whisper in her ear, “Do you want it inside you?”

Zita looked into his eyes trying desperately to read what he was thinking, meakly replying, “Yes.” At that, he repositioned his cock so the head was pressed against her virgin cunt. His gaze burnt into her as he thrust his cock deep into her with all his might. Zita’s back arced pressing her breasts against his muscular chest as she screamed in pain, blood trickled lightly from her cunt as he continued to pound his cock deep within her.

Her screams now mixed with slight moans, as his thrusts began to move in rhythm. Luke panted and growled in her ear as his pleasure mounted. Zita clawed at her bonds wanting so bad to wrap her arms around him, to dig her nails deep into his back in extasy. She writhed in orgasm beneath him, biting into his shoulder to stifle her screams as he pounded his cock deep within her releasing his load, his body fell limp ontop of her as he panted. Their bodies convered in sweat.

Luke slowly got up and untied her feet, and moved to untie her wrists, speaking calmy to her between deep breaths, “You have to promise if I untie you, you won’t try anything stupid.” Zita took a deep breath so she could speak, her soft voice whispering, “I promise.” Luke untied her wrists and laid down beside her, to his astonishment, Zita scooted closer to him, nuzzling against his toned chest, she pressed her ear to him listening to his strong heart beat as he wrapped his strong arms around her.

They lay there for what seemed forever before Zita peeked shyly up to Luke, inching up a little so she may whisper in his ear, he felt her soothingly warm breath on his skin as she whispered, “I am yours to do with as you wish.” Luke smiled down at her whispering back to her in a smooth calm voice, “You always have been mine, tonight, I just made you realise how much you really are mine, in all ways.” Zita looked up to him slightly puzzled as he smiled warmly to her, the only reply that came to her mind slipped between her lips like a sweet carress as they lifted to his awaiting ears… “Yes, Master.”

By His loving slut

Hell-o, I am Tiffany, I am currently involved in a D/s relationship (mmm pain :D) I enjoy both reading and writing erotica, mostly bondage type erotica.