A Creature Named Estelle: Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

A Creature Named Estelle: Chapter 4

... at me with a smirk on his handsome face. I took his right wrist and lifted it up, finally securing it in the other iron shackle. I took a couple steps back and just enjoyed the sight before my eyes; him with both his arms up and pinned against the rough brick wall. Only his blood red silk tie hanging loosely around his neck, and a pair of black socks on, nothing more. I just smirked at him and swiftly turned around and walked over to the opposite wall. I gazed upon the array of hooks that held all manner of “toys”. I'm sure my eyes glittered like a child in a sweets shop, and then suddenly I saw the one. I reached up with my right hand and removed the beauty from its' hook, then holding it delicately in my hands, caressing the soft black leather of the crop, and admiring the feeling of the obsidian stone handle. I wasn't going to be able to let this masterpiece go, and I chuckled at the thought of slipping it under my red trench coat and taking it with me as we left; and then Matthew was at the forefront of my mind again. I turned around to face him, crop in hand, and I walked slowly to where he stood against the wall, helpless. He was so damn handsome. This man who could start a fire in the blizzard that is my heart. Finally I reached him and with the crop in my right hand, I began to gently glide the business end of it over the insides of his thighs and softly I said, “Spread them.” and he spread both of his legs about a step apart, without saying a word; his eyes glued to ...

... my face. I then slowly trailed the crop up his thigh and to his throbbing member, and he jumped in surprise when I started teasing his balls with very playful slaps of the crop. His lips parted and his breath began to quicken ever so slightly in anticipation. I moved the crop away from his balls and he sighed. “Oh what was that for; do you or do you not want to feel a taste of this leather?” I studied him inquisitively as I waited for his response, and then he said, “Oh you have no idea.” and with that he tilted his chin down and smiled wickedly at me from under his eyelashes. My own wicked grin spread across my lips as I realized just how much of a masochist Matthew must be. With that I deliberately slowly raised the crop back to about my shoulder height, and then without skipping a beat I struck him across the outside of his left thigh and I saw him clench his jaw but he just kept on smiling. “You know Matthew, I think I want to wipe that smile off your face... Do you know why,” I struck him again but this time across the toned abdominal muscles of his midsection, “I would want to do,” again I let the crop taste the tender skin of his stomach and he jerked in pain, “something like that?”. Now I just let the crop glide back and forth across the reddened marks on his stomach, staring him in the eyes as I waited for his reply. He just looked at me perplexed, with a tinge of worry in his eyes. “Okay, I'll tell you.” I struck the crop against his left peck and then immediately ...