The room was quiet; too quiet and too dark. My ears tried to pick up on sounds as I could not see a thing. I knew where I was and I knew what was happening. We had done this before, he and I. I was kneeling on the floor only in my corset and chemise, blindfolded, hands resting on my thighs like he had asked me. I knew he was there, somewhere in front of me, but I didn’t dare reach out. Suddenly the sound of china clinking together made me gasp and jump; a teacup being put down on a saucer. I had been kneeling there and he’d been drinking tea like this was all normal. There was a deep breath from in front of me and I licked my lips. His hand touched my cheek and I stopped myself from nuzzling into it.
“You have been such a good girl, my dear,” Crawford Starrick said, running his thumb across my cheekbone.
“Crawford,” I whispered and he took hold of my chin gently.
“No, what did we discuss?”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I said and he hummed in approval. I felt him come closer to my face before his mouth was next to my ear.
“Good girl,” he whispered and he stood in front of me. “Up you get, my dear.” I reached up for his hands and he helped me to my feet, my knees protesting after how long I had been kneeling at his feet. My bare feet were cold against the wooden flooring but I stood still and waited to see what he would do. I could feel him move near me and he began to circle me. “You look exquisite. Will you submit to me? Will you let me make you feel good?” I breathed harshly at his voice in my ear, his lust-filled tone making me quiver down below.
“Yes, Sir,” I managed to say. I wanted to touch him, to make him feel good also but I knew his role. He, the dominant, and I, the submissive. He was every inch the dominant male, both in his Templar Order and in the sanctuary that was our bedroom. I secretly liked this side of him, loving his controlling nature in the bedroom. I felt his hands at my back, unlacing my corset, slowly and torturously. He peeled it from my body before removing my chemise and underclothes so I was completely naked in front of him. I balled my fists to stop myself trembling in his presence. I could feel his eyes on me. I wished I could see him. I heard the whisper of cloth as he removed some of his own clothing. I felt my nipples harden in the coolness of the room and I wanted nothing more than Crawford Starrick to warm me up. “Please... let me see you.”
“All in good time,” he said and he pressed himself against my back, his arms around my naked body. He was only wearing a shirt on his top half, open completely as I felt his small amount of chest hair against my skin. He kissed behind my ear and down my neck, my head tilting to the side so he could attack it with his lips. He sucked and bit at the skin, no doubt leaving his mark on me before he took my earlobe between his teeth. I gasped and pressed my hands on top of his on my stomach. One hand slid down further to my most secret area, his fingers sliding into my folds, exploring gently before he found my clit, circling it torturously slow with his finger. I wanted to be able to see but I dared not defy him. I reached back to him, running my hand over his neck, feeling him place a kiss to my wrist. “So wet for me, my beautiful girl.”
“Only for you,” I whispered and he put pressure on my clit and I felt my entire being spasm in his arms. I grabbed his arm and linked our fingers while his other hand played with me. It felt wonderful and I wanted him to do it to me over and over, but I knew he would have other plans.
“Come over to the bed, my dear,” he whispered and his warmth left me completely. He took me by the hand and led me over to the bed but stopped me from getting on. “Bend over and place your hands on the bed. Place your feet your hip width apart.” I did everything he asked me, my bare bottom on display for him as I bent over the bed. I knew what was coming and I felt myself become soaked at the thought of it. He was silent for a few moments, no words or movement whatsoever before I felt his presence once more behind me. Then I heard the creak of something leather and I knew it was time. He touched the riding crop to my buttocks, running the cold leather over my warm skin, before he moved it down my thighs and back up again, giving it a playful swat against my skin and I gasped out loud. “Yes, my dear. There’s plenty more where that came from. Do you want it?” I pushed my bottom back towards him, knowing he’d be staring. I wanted to see his face. I wanted to meet his eyes and watch him as he used the riding crop on me.
“I want it so much,” I said and once more there is silence before the almighty crack of leather meeting skin sounded through the room. I cried out, my core throbbing at the thought of what he was doing to me. “Again!” I said breathlessly. He brought the riding crop down again, in exactly the same place, the sting quite sharp. I felt as though I’d run out of breath already, holding it as I anticipated the next hit. He spanked me hard over and over again. I took it as much as I could, but when he moved to fresh, untouched skin, I felt as though my legs were going to give in. Then the riding crop met the flesh where thigh and buttock met and I fisted the sheets in my hands as I held them but my legs gave out, dropping to my knees on the floor. I rested my head against the bed, my cheeks aflame, eyes watering and chest heaving for breath. I felt the sweat on my brow soak into the silk of the blindfold. His hands were suddenly on my shoulders, rubbing gently as I leant back into his embrace.
“Such a good girl,” he said once more and ran his hand down over my buttocks. I tried not to wince (he’d done it harder before) and I knew he could feel the heat radiating from where he had struck. “I think that’s enough of that for now. I want you to lie on the bed and let me make you feel good.” That sounded perfect. He helped me to my feet and helped me onto the bed, the drag of the bed sheets against my sore bottom a tad uncomfortable.
“Can I take off my blindfold now, Sir?” I asked and he didn’t move for a moment. Then he’s suddenly straddling my body and his hands were at the blindfold, untying the scarf from my eyes. They adjusted to the light quickly and I looked up at him, bathed in soft candlelight. “There you are...” He smiled down at me and he leaned in to kiss me deeply and passionately. I went to wrap my arms around his back but he stopped me and pressed my hands up over my head, taking the silk scarf and tying them to the headboard of the bed, albeit not too tightly. Crawford pulled back from the kiss and I stared at him.
“I have other plans for you,” he said and he kissed my lips once more before his mouth was leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on my smooth skin, starting from my neck and down to my breasts, taking my nipple in his mouth to tease it. I sucked in a breath at the touch of his tongue, flicking over the hardened flesh. He pulled it with his teeth and I let out a sound between a gasp and a sob. He gave the same torturous treatment to my other breast, sucking on it like he was a starved man. But his kisses then continued down my body until he was lying between my legs, biting along my hipbones and running his tongue over me. He knew what I wanted but he avoided it to tease me. I tried to lift my hips to get him to pay attention to certain parts of me but he continued to avoid while he caressed my curves and kissed my hips. Then his tongue licked a long strip over my secret area that I knew if I’d died at that moment, I’d have died happy. His tongue was his most dangerous weapon. He flicked it over my clit quickly and expertly, making me into a writhing mess quicker than I ever thought I would be. My hands strained against the scarf that tied them and I brought my legs up over his shoulders, pressing my feet into his back. He blew air over my clit and I felt myself burning up inside before I came hard against his mouth, Crawford licking and sucking all the way through my orgasm. My thighs trembled terribly as I fought to gasp for breath. He pulled back from me and looked up, my eyes meeting his. His chin glistened from my wetness and he crawled up my body to kiss me, letting me taste myself in his mouth.
“Crawford... please untie me.”
“Who, my dear?”
“Sir, please untie me,” I corrected and he smirked. He removed his braces from his shoulders and he shrugged off his shirt, the rest of his clothes following until he’s as naked as I was. He reached up and untied me again, my arms wrapping around him in comfort as he held me. I felt his rock solid cock pressing against my thigh as he kissed me again. My nails dug into his skin as he licked into my mouth, my legs wrapping around his waist. He lined himself up and he pressed into me slowly but surely, Crawford sliding home as I was still incredibly wet. My head fell back into the pillow at the sensation of fullness. Nothing ever prepared me for Crawford Starrick, but here I was in his bed. He balanced on his elbows over me, his face close to mine, before he began moving inside me. It wasn’t slow and passionate and it wasn’t a hard fuck, but it was just perfect, his cock sliding in and out of me making me feel so much pleasure. “Please, sir. Harder.” He obeyed and he sat up on his knees between my legs, taking hold of my hips and pumping hard into me. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, my vision clouded over as I got higher in volume, my voice echoing around the bedroom. He played with my breasts as he made love to me. My body was sweating and I ached deliciously as I felt my orgasm build again. I noticed his own muscles trembling and I held his hand as he began to get louder also.
“Hmm, you’re beautiful like this...” he managed to say through his breathlessness. I felt my cheeks become even warmer as he suddenly gave in and came hard inside me, his whole body in spasm as he rode it out, my own orgasm washing over me as I clenched hard around his cock, pulling as much from him as I could while my own pleasure was ongoing. His fingers held me in a vice like grip and I knew I’d have bruises. He slipped out of me but curled around me almost instantly. I felt satisfied and sore and wonderful, my wetness and his essence coating my thighs. I moved into his embrace, placing a leg over his hip and an arm over his chest. He just held me. “You’ve been such a good girl, my dear.”
“Anything for you, sir.”
“Crawford...” he said, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth before kissing me soundly, running his hand over my warm buttocks. I smiled into the kiss before I pull back.
“Crawford.”