That’s how I found myself here.
My wildest fantasy come to life.
The room was dark, not the natural darkness that comes with the night sky, but the pitch black darkness that comes from being locked in a room with no windows below the surface of the earth, which is exactly where I was.
The only sound was the whirling of the air conditioning coming from the small vents that were embedded in the ceiling of the room. The cool air blew across my bare skin like a lover’s caress leaving shivers in its wake. The sweet smell of lavender surrounded me. This was no ordinary basement with a musky dank smell. This was the basement of Ryker freaking Kane, CEO of Kane Holdings, Midtown's most eligible bachelor, and my blind date, Anonymous 52654.
I took in a long deep breath. The scent of lavender filled my lungs, relaxing me, easing the panic that edged up my spine.
I was tied to a chair made of thick heavy solid wood. My wrists were bound tightly behind my back over the back of the chair by a thick cord of nylon rope that bit into my delicate skin, cutting off the circulation just enough to be uncomfortable but not unbearable.
My ankles were bound to the legs of the chair by the same material that bound my wrist. The smooth wood surface that was at first cool against my skin had now warmed against my naked flesh.
I should be afraid. I should be absolutely terrified of the fact that I am bound helplessly to a chair in the middle of a dark room, the only sounds emanating in the quiet space come from the pounding of my heart against the cage of my ribs.
But I’m not.
I agreed to this. In fact, I had described it in great detail just the night before.
If his word held true, tonight, my deepest, darkest fantasies would become reality.
I had been saving myself for someone like him. A man that was both powerful and dominating. One that could make my insides quiver with a simple touch or a look.
None of the men I had dated before had been able to arouse sexual desire from me. Their gentle touches, tender kisses, they did nothing. One look from Ryker Kane and I knew he was the one. My panties were flooded the moment his azure gaze set on mine. I knew he was a man that took what he wanted with no apologies.
Ryker’s commanding voice held attention. His cold stoic disposition only added to the sexy mystery that surrounded him. He oozed sex appeal from his pores like an entrancing pheromone that drew me in like a honey to a bee drawn to the sweet nectar of a newly bloomed flower. I was immediately captivated by him.
I heard the jiggling of the door handle. My breath caught in my throat, my thighs pressed together. The sound of the door swinging open set my body on alert. The whooshing sound was music to my ears. I had no idea how long I had been down here, alone in the dark waiting for him.
A thin sliver of golden light illuminated the wall in front of me. The wall was a deep rich blood red that housed a dark lacquered mahogany Saint Andrew’s cross that shined in the pale sliver of light.
My eyes scanned the lacquered mahogany wood, catching sight of the polished silver rings in each corner. It was just as I had always imagined. The device was meant to look intimidating while providing the most erotic pleasurable experience. My body shivered with anticipation, as my stomach fluttered with desire at the sight. I licked my lips in expectancy.
I heard the rustling of material and the soft padding of his footsteps against the plush white carpet as he walked up behind me. Before my eyes could take in any more of the room a soft silky material was placed over my eyes. I could feel the heat from his body as he stood behind me unspeaking.
The thin fine hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end, the blood coursing through my veins pounded in my ears along to the rhythm of my heart. His hot breath hit the side of my neck causing my breath to hitch. I whimpered with want. Desire pooled in my belly.
“Absolute silence, Ms. Channing,” His deep husky voice whispered across my skin in a commanding tone, causing my body to become further aroused.
I could smell the fresh mint on his breath, my lips begged for a taste. I fought my body to comply with his command to remain silent. I want to beg him to take me. Run my fingers through his hair and feel his body pressed against mine.
My taut rosebud nipples stood on end seeking attention like small pink erasers begging for the warmth of his mouth. Goosebumps ran down the length of my arms as my core began to heat. He had yet to touch me yet my body mourned the loss of his.
I felt the warm touch of his expertly skilled fingers as he masterfully released my wrist from their binds. The smooth touch from the pad of his fingers sent a shock of electricity down my spine into my lower belly igniting the flames of desire and stoking them.
The blood rushed back into my hands sending painful tingles down to the tips of my fingers as the blood began to circulate. I extended my fingers and contracted them back into my palms in slow repeated motions, working the blood back into them. I could feel the heat of his body inches from my grasp, begging for my touch. Once the tingling sensation retreated, my hands became achingly still behind my back awaiting instruction. They itched to run through his dark silky tufts of hair.
The air shifted as he moved around my body. I gasped in shock as I felt the heat of his breath along my spread thighs. I was damp with arousal, his lips hovering just above my prickled skin. My hips rocked forward begging for his touch as I rocked my core toward the source of heat. Ignoring my silent plea, his hot breath slowly made its way down my thighs, away from my wet core, as he unfastened the binds around my ankles.
I sat there, my body pulsating with anticipation and need, awaiting his command. Even blinded, I could feel his eyes lingering on my exposed body, drinking me in. I arched my back, pressing my firm taut breast out toward him in offering, my legs spreading further, allowing him the perfect view of my smooth wet pussy.
I heard the rustling of material, the smooth sliding sound of silk against flesh. My ears perked with excitement as I heard the material crumple to the ground. My hips rocked forward of their own accord eagerly, begging for his touch.
I felt the sharp pain in my scalp as he wrapped my long tresses tightly around his thick firm hand. With a strong jerk, he pulled me into a standing position. His body pressed firmly against the back of mine. I could feel the firm ripples of his muscles against my back. His rich deep woodsy scent wrapped around me like an aphrodisiac. My pussy throbbed with need.
My legs wobbled like a newborn lamb from lack of use. Ryker used his grip on my hair to keep me upright and propelled me forward as I stumbled along. The darkness behind my blindfold provided no aide as I followed his command.
Ryker shoved me roughly against a smooth cool surface I immediately recognized as the Saint Andrew's cross, pressing his forearm against my shoulder blades coarsely.
“Do not move.” He demanded. His words washed over me causing my legs to quake with need.
He released me long enough to secure my wrist and ankles with silk straps to the silver rings attached to the corners of the cross. My heart hammered in my chest nervously, my breast rising and falling rapidly as panic and anticipation warred within me.
A lone finger traced an invisible line that began at the back of my neck and trailed painfully slow down my spine. My heated flesh prickled in its wake, I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, the fire between my legs being fanned into a roaring fire that threatened to consume me.
Need deep within my belly throbbed to life with hunger. My back arched thrusting my ass out at him.
He tsked in disapproval. The heat from his touch vanished leaving me cold and desperate for his touch. I heard a soft swoosh of air the moment before my ass lit with heat and pain, punishment for moving. I jerked away from the source of the pain only to be held in place by the forgotten binds around my wrist and ankles. The silk held firm against my struggling limbs.
My body writhed in pain as I fought against the binds that held me in place. I panicked at the loss of control. The air crackled with electricity
as Ryker molded his body to mine. His chest pinning me against the cold wood that burned against my fevered skin. His hands stretched out to either side, pinning mine against the solid wood of the cross. I could feel the bulge in his slacks as his cock pressed between the globes of my ass. He was thick and fully erect, my struggles adding to his pleasure.
“Do not make a sound,” His tone was firm and commanding bartering no room for negotiations.
I inhaled his rich woodsy scent allowing it to pull my mind from the recesses of panic. My back arched pressing my ass firmly against his engorged cock. Ryker growled in warning against the shell of my ear, sending a thrill of pleasure coursing through me. I gave a quick jerk of my head in acknowledgment of his command, which seemed to pacify him. I both welcomed and feared the punishment that would come from disobeying.
His body left mine leaving me cold and shivering. It lasted only moments before my ass was peppered with stinging hot lashes, each slap biting into my skin causing it to heat more and more.
I quietly whimpered as I held still. The air crackled with sharp electricity, the sound of the leather flogger made as it whipped through the air was music to my ears that left my body writhing in sweet agony. Every lash was a double-edged sword that had me teetering between pleasure and pain. My body both loved and loathed the abuse.
My ass was on fire, the pain nearly unbearable. The wetness between my legs that trickled down my thighs made me flush in shame. I could feel my cheeks flaming as heat crept up my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping Ryker would not notice how aroused I had become. What would he think?
The lashes ceased leaving me as weak as a limp rag. My body sagged against the smooth wood of the cross. The binds on my wrist were the only thing keeping me upright. Ryker’s thick wet lips raining kisses along my cherry red ass jerked me to attention. A deep growl resonated from deep in his chest as his lips soothing the angry whelps that burned across the meat of my backside.
His tongue slid down the seam of my globes toward my slick wet pussy. I bit my lower lip, to stifle the moan that threatened to escape my lips. He moaned as his tongue lapped up my juices. My earlier apprehension evaporated instantaneously at the sound of his pleasure as he lapped up my arousal.
His hands gripped the globes of my ass, spreading them apart. His thick wet tongue ran down the split to my wet pussy with purpose. I hissed in painful pleasure as his tongue darted into my dripping hole, my nails biting into the wooden cross that held me up. He tongue fucked my hole, threatening my control. I gritted my teeth, the pain nearly unbearable, I wanted to moan my pleasures as I pressed back against him.
The only thing keeping me still was the fear that he would stop. I couldn’t bear it if he left me on the cusp of orgasm. I felt my orgasm building, his hand slid between my legs, the pressure of his middle finger on my sensitive nub nearly sent me over the edge.
He applied pressure and began rubbing tight circles on my delicate flesh. A whimper caught in the back of my throat. I could feel the wood giving beneath my nails as they clung tightly. He pinched my clit between his fingers as his tongue slid deep into my pussy sending me spiraling over the edge. My body racked with shudders as I came all over his face. I could feel the walls of my pussy clenching and unclenching as it begged for his cock.
Ryker untied my ankles then stood to his full height, his hands traveling along the curvature of my body as he rose. His hands slid gently along my arms, the slight touch setting my already frazzled nerves on end. My binds were released one at a time leaving my body slumped against his strong broad chest for support.
He held me up until my legs were strong enough to support my own weight. With a firm arm around me, he led me to the other end of the room, draping my limp body over a tall smooth leather bench. The material felt like butter beneath my flush skin.
He secured my hands to the legs of the bench. I gave in to his brand of torture unable to fight back. With brisk steps, he crossed my body and began working on my ankles. My legs were spread wide, secured to a bar that maintained the distance between them. I had read about this type of contraption, a spreader bar they were called. The spreader was a firm rod that had cuffs at either end. It would be used on wrist or hands and even a combination of the two. The bar prevented the appendages from moving either closed or further opening. I licked my lips in anticipation.
Once satisfied with his handiwork He gave my rosy red ass a firm smack with his hand. He gently rubbed away the sting, soothing the heated flesh with small circular strokes that sent a shiver through my body. When he removed his hand from my body I couldn’t fight the whimpered that expelled from my lips at the loss of his touch.
His hand fisted into my hair-raising my head up from the leather bench. I felt the velvety smooth skin of his cock as it pressed against my lips. My tongue darted out to wet my lips in anticipation swiping across the head of his cock during its travels. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath which only encouraged me to continue. My tongue sought out his sensitive head.
I teased the head of his cock, wrapping my tongue around the thick knob. A growl reverberated between his lips. Parting my lips I sucked him into my mouth, I worked him in my mouth inch by inch. His cock was thick and long. My tongue danced along his shaft, swirling and caressing his cock, lubricating it enough to allow it to slide further into my mouth. Once I was confident enough in my abilities, I hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him further into my mouth. I felt his body stiffen. I held my breath, fear of failure washed over me. I moaned around the thick rod in my mouth, sending the vibrations from deep in my throat to coax along his shaft.
With a quick thrust, he rammed his cock down the back of my throat causing me to gag. I had been unprepared for such a move. He held me there unable to breathe around his bulbous head. I gagged and sputtered around his thick shaft fighting for air, causing him to moan in pleasure. My eyes watered, the tears running down my cheeks.
My mouth enclosed around his thick shaft biting down lightly on his tender flesh. A deep roaring growl purred out of his sweet sinful mouth as he rammed his cock further down my throat, my teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh causing his body to shudder with pleasure.
He withdrew from between my lips with a –plop. I gulped for air. The rush of the air into my lungs burned like fire, my chest expanding and contracting against the plush leather. Before I had fully recovered his cock was pressed between my lips again. He fucked my mouth with abandon, driving deep into my throat as my lips met the root of his cock before pulling out and driving in again.
I choked and coughed around his thick rod which only spurred him on further. He enjoyed my discomfort, it turned him on to watch me choke and gag on his thick heavy cock. I had to admit, I loved it too. I loved the control he had over my body. The absolute submission turned me on.
I felt his cock pulsing with each thrust. The heat between my legs raged on. His grip on my hair tightened as he used it to direct my mouth up and down his thick rod. I accepted him like a greedy whore, loving every moment of it.
I felt his rod thicken between my lips, pulsating with desperation for relief. I sucked him down further than I ever imagined taking a guy, swallowing around his hard length. His desperate cries encouraged me to continue despite the discomfort. I could feel my throat tighten and convulse around his shaft with each swallow.
His cock was ripped from my hungry mouth leaving me panting and wetter than ever. That was seriously one of the hottest experiences of my life. I was hungry for his cock, desperate to taste his seed. I whimpered for more, begging to taste his load.
His hands roughly shoved my face down on the bench with a grunt. Saliva covered my mouth from the filthy way he fucked it. Shock at his abrupt departure overcame my body leaving me feeling panicked. Did I do something wrong? The silence of the room ate me alive on the inside. Doubt and insecurity began to shroud me in a heavy mist of confusion.
Lightning flashed across my exposed ass as I felt the biting taste of leather rain down a
long my tender flesh. Lash after lash pelted me, one right after the other, turning me into a writhing mess. My wetness dripped down my legs and splashed back at me as he continued his assault on my ass. Unable to remain silent I moaned and cried out his name, spurring him on.
Why did my body betray me like this? Why did it crave the brutal punishment? I felt the knot in my stomach grow tighter. My wet pussy trembled with need. ”Please,” I cried over and over begging for more. I needed him. I needed his cock like I needed my last breath.
Without hesitation his thick rod slammed into my slick wet pussy, leaving me gasping for air. He pounded into me unapologetically. His thick heavy cock filled my tight virginal pussy. I felt my insides tearing as I locked around him like a vice. The pain caused me to cry out against my clenched teeth.
Pulling back he slammed into me again, my tight pussy never getting the chance to grow accustomed to his size. With each stroke, the biting pain became less and the building pleasure heightened. My cry of pain swiftly changed to cries of pleasure as he rammed his cock in and out of me.
His tightly drawn balls smacked against my tiny bundle of nerves sending me orbiting into outer space as my orgasm crashed over me in waves, each one stronger than the next. He continued to pound into me as I came on his cock over and over again.
My nails dug into the hardwood legs of the bench, frantic for purchase. My back arched thrusting my ass out as my greedy pussy begged for more. Ryker’s hand fisted in my hair, snapping my head back as far as it dare go.
My cum splashed between us filling the room with smacking and sucking sounds that echoed off the wall. My cries filled the room along with his grunts and growls. I felt his cock thicken, filling me fully as he roared, his cock filling my pussy with his hot seed as he painted my inner walls. The action brought own my own orgasm to wash over me again as I thrust back to meet him, taking all I could from him as I bounced my tight slick pussy up and down his cock, milking every last drop out of him until he could give no more.
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