Leather’s Kiss (The Full Story) - Sex Stories

Leather’s Kiss (The Full Story)

... would the next session differ if I couldn’t figure that out?

A tangled string of emotions and thoughts crippled me at times.

I don’t need him. Yes, you do!

He’s crazy! He has the answers.

I’m crazy! No, just curious.

Why go back?

By the sixth night since I’d last seen him, I awoke with the sheets clinging to my wet skin. As much as a part of me never wanted to see him again after he’d rudely dismissed me, a more prominent part couldn’t live with the what-ifs. I wanted — noneeded — him to whip me, now more than ever.

~O~

Thursday, February 8

An internal battle still raged over my return, yet I found myself standing on his doorstep again.

He greeted me with a warm smile, wearing the same black belt secured within its loops and a clean, white shirt stretched taut around his biceps and across his shoulders. Was he intentionally trying to unravel me further, showing off his strength? I shivered, thinking about his muscular swing slicing the air with the belt, before hitting its target — me.

A hungry pack of nerves feasted on my stomach as he led me back to his couch.Was he letting me down gently? Would this be the moment he explained why it wouldn’t work? That I wasn’t, somehow, fit for his attention?

He was charming, however. Wrapping me in a kind gaze, he asked how I’d been since our last session. He made me feel like the center of his universe. All of the pain and the agonizing doubts of the previous week vanished from me like frost in the ...

... morning sun. I felt special, sophisticated, and appreciated. I said nothing of my torment.

“Shall we?” Smiling, he gestured with his eyes in the direction of the room.

Yet again, he paused as he held the brass knob.

“I hope I don’t need to remind you of the rules.”

His kind eyes were gone. Those soft, comforting tones had sharpened to a cutting edge. I swallowed in nervous disbelief.

“Y-yes. Sir! The rules are crystal clear.”

He fixed me with his gaze as he opened the door, directing me to step inside.

“Stand on this spot and raise your skirt to your waist.”

Blushing, I complied. He paced around me slowly, gazing not at my naked crotch and buttocks but at my eyeline. The temptation to follow his gaze as he walked behind me was agonizing to resist. But I knew I must keep my eyes to the front.

“Bend over the arm of the couch, with your arms outstretched to your front.”

As I stooped to obey, I heard the sharp swish as he withdrew his belt. My cheeks clenched in anticipation of the first strike.Finally!

I was shocked when he pulled my hands behind my back and bound them with the belt. The helpless position he’d put me in left me fearful but intensely aroused.So, that’s the purpose of the holes near the buckle.

As I tested my leather restraint, he thrust not one but three fingers inside my pussy, then abruptly withdrew them.

I gasped at the unexpected yet electrifying intrusion. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched him rub my viscous arousal ...