The Chair

Eve stands in front of the apartment. Her naked thighs are cold from the wind swirling around the edges of her long coat. She pulls it closer around her and shudders. Her heart races as she raises her hand tentatively to knock on the door.

She pauses, hand raised, then finally knocks. Her nipples harden immediately. She knocks once, then twice before taking a small step back. Adam hears the knock at the door and looks at the clock; it is precisely 9:10pm.

"Good girl," he thinks.

He puts down his glass of scotch and rises from the couch. The room is warmed by a roaring fire. He walks slowly to the door, his bare feet gliding softly across the floor. He can see Eve's silhouette in the frosted glass and pauses for a second. He wants to make her wait, anticipation building, exerting his control even before they see each other.

He opens the door and smiles as her eyes widen; she is possibly the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Eve's breath catches as she sees him around the edge of the opening door. Adam is dressed only in faded jeans, a black leather belt loose around his waist. His chest and arms are solid and bare. Looking at him, her legs go weak, and she feels a wetness beginning to awaken deep inside her.

Her mouth is dry with nerves. She fears that her words will come out as an obscene croak if she tries to speak. She lowers her eyes and smiles shyly through her bangs. He catches her chin gently in his fingers and pulls her in through the doorway. Raising her chin, he plants a small kiss on her cheek. He marvels at the arousing combination of strength, vulnerability and pure lust in her eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

He feels her knees buckle slightly as his strong voice washes over her.

She whimpers, "Yes."

He kisses her deeply and pulls her into his arms. She is trembling. He closes the door and draws her entirely inside. He looks down at her face to be sure she is steady, and then, releasing her, he backs away slightly. Reaching out, he pulls the end of the belt to loosen her long coat. The coat falls open to reveal her pale skin. He smiles again as he feels himself harden at the sight.

Eve feels her face and neck blush deep red as the coat opens. Her heart is pounding in her ears, and her hands are wet and slippery. She knows he desires her. She loves to see him staring at her body. She wants him to lust after her. She wants to be sexy for him.

Adam reaches across and pulls the coat from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Her flush moves down her chest, and her nipples harden in the cool air. Goosebumps rise on her arms and legs, the temperature and her raw emotions playing havoc with her body. She is timid about her body and struggles to think of it as perfect, even though he has told her many times that it is.

He lets his eyes roam over her. Her breasts are large, heavy and perfectly shaped, topped by very erect, extremely swollen nipples. Looking down across her flat belly, he sees the smooth hairless mound that ends in an intoxicatingly moist cleft. Her shapely legs are clad only in four-inch red heels.

He reaches out slowly with both hands to grab a nipple between each thumb and index finger. Rolling them, he sees her mouth open and hears a low moan escape. Pinching hard elicits a squeal. He wants to suck her swollen nipples into his mouth but resists. Looking into her eyes, he squeezes them harder this time, causing her to draw in a deep breath.

She meets and holds his gaze; she knows there will be pain tonight, pain and pleasure in varying combinations. Pain and pleasure which will end in a massive climax, but only if she is good and does exactly what he asks.

She wants to be possessed completely. Her arousal increases by the second. She feels moisture dripping down her legs. She can smell her own excitement. He pinches her nipples again, pulling and twisting as he does.

She moans softly, "Oh my god."

So softly that he is unsure what he heard. He knows she is excited. He steps back and looks at her again; seeing the wetness flowing from her makes his mouth water. He longs to kneel between her legs to lick and suck her until she explodes in his mouth.

He grabs her hand and leads her to the centre of the room. Eve sees a wooden chair positioned in front of the fireplace. She looks up at him

questioningly, but he only smiles. He bends her slowly over the chair, the stiff wooden back of the chair pressing into her belly. Her hands are supporting her weight on the seat of the chair. He moves around to gently tie her hands with a red silk scarf to the chair's front legs.

"Spread your legs, Eve," he growls.

Her breath quickens now, but she does exactly what he asks. Her heart is pounding. She feels the heat of the fire on her back and head, but her ass and thighs are cold. She is exposed and vulnerable, her core throbbing in anticipation. He bends down behind her, his face inches from her, intoxicated by the sight. He runs his hand lightly down the inside of her left thigh and grabs her ankle tightly. He securely binds her left ankle and then her right to the chair with more silk scarves.

He slides his hand up her leg until it presses firmly into the hot wetness at the apex. Sliding one finger down her wet folds elicits a long low moan. She is immobile, totally vulnerable and completely exposed.

He stands and looks down at her, her hair falling forward over her face, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as she fights to keep her rapid breathing under control. She is shaking, and goose bumps cover her arms and legs.

Eve is totally helpless, the way she longs to be. She trusts he will push her to the edge of desire, to the edge of control, to the point of total physical and emotional release, and beyond. His one simple request, she must give herself to him without reservation.

He walks to the couch and retrieves his drink. He is hard now and needs to regain his control. Leaving her exposed in the middle of the room builds anticipation for both of them. Taking a long drink, he places the glass back down.

He leans down beside her, "Eve, are you OK?"

She can smell the sweet earthy scent of scotch on his breath. She longs to kiss his mouth and suck on his tongue, to taste him. She nods, already beyond the point of responding with words, all her senses focused on his actions.

He stares deep into her eyes, ensuring there is no fear and only the desire to be taken. He steps back, grabs her ass cheeks roughly and spreads them wide. He leans forward and lightly dips his tongue into her dark cleft. She convulses at the touch. He licks slowly in circles, building tension, and then suddenly stops. He leans down beside her head and kisses her deeply. Tasting herself on his tongue is intoxicating.

He whispers softly, "Eve, do not lose control. If you climax without my permission, you will be punished."

His words in themselves are almost enough to make her lose control. She feels herself spasm slightly, a new gush of wetness flowing from her, leaking down her bound legs. She nods.

He leans closer, he says more firmly, "Eve, do you understand?"

Her heart stops, and she nods again, afraid to look at him.

"Say it!"

"Yes, Master, I understand," she says as she looks up and meets his gaze.

It takes all her will to keep her eyes on him, but she is rewarded with a smile. She relaxes her head, focusing again on the warmth from her aching core radiating to her nipples. He moves behind her. Her senses reach out, desperately waiting for another touch, any touch. Waiting, anticipating, she is going out of her mind. Softly he runs his nails up the back of her leg and over her ass. Repeatedly, coming closer to her wetness each time but never touching. Both hands now, pressing lightly, then hard.

"Please," she moans, "please, Master, please touch me."

Her need has become an ache. Her nipples are painfully erect. She rocks back and forth, dragging them across the rough wood of the chair. She feels herself unfolding, begging to be touched.

"Oh my god, Master, please touch me," she begs.

His hands move to her wetness, and he spreads her wide. He dips his tongue into her, tasting her for the first time. He pulls his tongue away, and she gasps. She strains back against the chair and the bindings, straining to reconnect with his tongue. He moves his tongue to her hard bud, swirling it in small circles. Back to her dripping wetness and then to her tight little hole. He licks long and hard back and forth, repeating the process in agonizing slowness.

Eve is lost in the intense sensation, feeling the pleasure waves building inside her. He pulls back, and she whimpers loudly in frustration. The hard slap on her ass shocks her.

"Be a good girl," he growls.

He sees her body clench as she anticipates another slap. When it doesn't come, she relaxes. He slaps her ass again, surprising her. Hearing the moans resulting from the slap, Adam realizes that if he continues, she will lose control. He decides to test her resolve. Slap after slap over her ass, contacting her swollen wetness, her hard bud, legs and thighs. Eve is crying out, begging him to continue, desperate for more.

He stops again and waits for her body to relax. This time it takes much longer. He can see her swollen pink lips clenching and unclenching. She is right on the edge of control. She is holding her breath, fighting the climax that threatens to overwhelm her. Her body ultimately relaxes, barely holding back the crashing waves. She wants to obey him so badly and be the good girl he desires, but she is so close to the edge.

He moves around to the front of the chair to remove his pants. She strains to see him, to watch him undress. He moves to her side and positions himself by her head. She takes him slowly into her mouth. Sucking deeply, savouring the intoxicating taste. Sucking hard, she tries desperately to extract the nectar she loves. He pushes back her hair to watch as he moves in and out of her mouth. Her eyelids are half closed, eyes rolled back in her head, lost in the moment. She swirls her tongue around the head and shaft as he pulls out.

He rocks slowly back and forth. He moves his hands to her nipples as she continues to suck. Working both nipples, pinching and stroking, he can see her hips arching as her arousal increases. Eve loves having him in her mouth and relaxes her throat to give him full access. She can feel her climax building as she again struggles for control. Moans escape her throat each time he pulls back.

Adam hates to slow the rapid buildup but needs to remain in control. The desire to fill her mouth is strong, but he manages to pull away. He moves behind her quickly and, without warning, pushes two fingers deep inside her. He moves his thumb to her swollen bud and his tongue to her ass, working it deep inside.

Adam knows this is unfair, but he continues. Plunging his fingers into her, rubbing with his thumb, he pushes her inexorably higher. Eve is desperate; she knows she can't hold on; the feelings are too intense. She is way beyond control.

"Oh god, please tell me to finish, Master!" she begs, "Please."

"Not yet, not until I permit it," he says.

He curls his fingers to begin stimulating her G-spot. Hard circles in time with the circular pressure of his thumb. He knows this will push her over the edge. Eve is holding her breath, clenching her muscles around his fingers and tongue. This only serves to make the feelings more intense. Determined to hold out, she gasps and moans continually.

Finally, the feelings are too much to contain.

"Oh god!" she cries out.

Adam feels her body let go, the wetness flowing from her. Her spasms tighten around his fingers and tongue. He slides his fingers in and out as her climax rolls over her, leaving her gasping for breath. Slowly he stands up and backs away.

"I am very disappointed," he says quietly.

"I'm so sorry, Master, I tried," Eve whispers, head turned slightly to see him.

She looks up at him through her sweaty hair. One part is wondering if he will let this pass or if he will forgive her. The other part of her hopes to be punished and that he will not forgive her. The mixture of dread and desire is making her belly flutter.

He moves to the pants he left on the floor and removes the leather belt. She can see what he is doing and flushes in excitement.

"I deserve to be punished, Master," she whispers.

"You don't deserve anything, but I will punish you," he responds quietly.

Her body clenches again from the subtle force of the words. She waits for the punishment to begin.

As before, he waits for her to relax before bringing the folded belt down firmly on her exposed ass. Hard but not hard enough to injure, smack, wait, smack, wait. Each time a different time interval. He makes sure she never knows when or where the blow will land. Each time the belt hits, a bolt of pain shoots through her, followed instantly by the electric wave of pleasure that goes directly to her core.

She feels her climax building again. She wants him inside her; she wants to lose control again. She continues to hold back. To lose control while being punished would be the ultimate disappointment for her Master.

Finally, he stops. She is panting. Without warning, he moves behind her and plunges his hard length deep inside her. Eve screams in absolute pleasure. Wetness spills from her, soaking both of them. He is moving into her with desperation now. Hands on her hips. She is lost in the pleasure as he fills her completely. He reaches into the depths of her, moving her towards higher and higher levels of ecstasy. She is totally filled, totally possessed. She is in heaven.

Eve feels his finger invade her ass. She strains against him, desperately wanting him to fill both her holes. He works first one, then two fingers into her. Moving in time with the pounding of their hips. A third finger joins the other two.

Eve cries out," Take me, Master, take my ass!"

He pulls out of her pussy and presses his wet head against her tight little hole. He slowly pushes into her until he is deep inside her. Stretching her, filling her. He starts to move slowly, out and then back in, filling her completely. He knows he will not last long, as he starts to move faster as they both near climax.

Finally, he gives her permission, "Now, Eve!"

"Thank you, Master, thank you!" she sobs.

He is pounding into her now. She is meeting his every stroke. Her climax peaks and then crashes over her. As her muscles clench around him, he lets go, filling her with hot sticky wetness. Each thrust in time with the hot spurts. He slows and then finally stops moving. Eve is still convulsing softly, and her spasms slowly subside.

Bending down, Adam softly touches Eve's swollen pink lips with his mouth. Licking gently and slowly, hands pulling her wide open, he again brings her back to the edge.

"Eve, my Princess, relax, enjoy, surrender your body to me," he whispers.

He dips his tongue into her, tasting their mutual climax. He takes her hard bud between his lips and sucks intently. Alternating sucking and licking, he can feel her release building again. Moans escape softly from her mouth, and her back arches, attempting to bring more soft flesh in contact with his tongue and lips.

Adam senses her holding back and reassures her, "Relax, Eve, give me your wetness; surrender to your body."

She explodes in his mouth, gasping, shuddering, crying, totally spent. He holds her close as her orgasm gradually subsides.

He rises slowly, kissing her legs and back, soft caresses, gentle strokes, and quiet whispers. He reaches down and slowly unties her. Taking her in his arms, they lie down on the couch. He pulls a blanket over them and pulls her head to his chest.

"Good girl," he whispers.

As her body calms and her heartbeat returns to normal, she sighs and cuddles closer, totally content she falls asleep.