A night with Him... - Sex Stories

A night with Him...

... black lace panties begin. With His other hand He runs this fingers through my hair, suddenly taking hold of it. He grabs my hair, tilting my head to the side, He sinks His teeth into my neck, not braking skin but just enough to make me gasp in surprise. Then just as quickly as it started He grabs my hand, spins me again and leads me toward His car. We reach it and He requests that I close my eyes. I do so and I feel Him slip a blind fold on me. I am at His mercy, yet I fear not because He has already gained my trust. He leads me to the passenger side of His car and asks me to get in, slipping down into the cool seat. My heart racing at the thought of what is to come. He gets in and leans over me, I can feel His hot breathe on my half exposed chest. He grabs the seat adjuster and lowers me back. He orders me to slide my hands under my buttocks and I do so without hesitation. As He starts to drive, He takes a hand and runs it over my body. He slips it under my bra feeling my small erect nipples hardening to His touch. He sweetly runs His hand down my body and lifts my dress, slipping His finger inside my panties to see how excited He already has made me. He slips his hand out and I can hear Him taste me, His soft moan as He brings his finger to His mouth. The remainder of the car ride is silent, with only the sound of my breathing, the tires on the road and the occasional tick of the turn signal. When the car comes to a stop He steps out and closes His door. It feels like ...

... forever before He comes to my side. When He opens the door He runs a hand along my arm and frees it from under me, raising me out of the car. He leads me slowly up to a door, I hear Him open it and He guides me through the doorway and then down a flight of stairs. Where we have come is warm and the light scent of incense is in the air. He leads me to a specific spot and tells me to stay. He takes each hand and raises it above my head, my wrists tied so that they are hanging from the ceiling, and they are pulled tight so that I am almost on my tip toes. He runs His hands down my body, making me quiver under His touch. He takes my breasts out and sucks on them, hard, each movement of His is slow, calculated, as if He has all the time in the world. He gently removes his mouth and places His clothes pins on my nipples, I breathe in with each pin and push my head into my arm. I can hear Him take out His riding crop. He runs it over me and pulls up my dress exposing my ass and lace panties. He pushes the panties to the floor. He steps back and flogs my ass with several light and hard strokes. I grab tight to the rope holding my hands. He continues this for several minutes stopping only to slip His fingers into my wet pussy, mixing pleasure and pain. He enjoys how much I respond to His flogging. After each check He runs His hands over the tender spots He has hit and they ignite again under His touch. He walks up to me and kisses me passionately, slipping His tongue in my mouth. I can ...