"Guide the way," he said. I nodded my head and walked to the doors that slid open granting us access. Entering the room, I stopped as he stepped inside after me. The room was dark. A single red led strip along the back wall gave the only light, which was red. Candles were dotted around on different shelves, From the ceiling two thick chains with shackles were suspended. I spun around to gape at him.
He smirked walking over to the chains with his hands behind his back. "Trust me, not trust me... Which is it Shannon?"
“I... Erm.. I,” I stuttered. My eyes were wide.
He unbuckled a shackle, “what did you expect?”
Yes, I knew. But I forgot about chains and being restricted.
“You going to get in these or are you going to chicken out? I wouldn't be surprised if you choose the second option.” He unbuckled the other shackle. Holding it in his hand, he stared over at me with his right eyebrow raised. "In, out."
I stepped forwards and took a small step back hesitating. I wanted to go to him but I was petrified of the unknown.
“Or,” he said, “you can fuck off now and prove me right with what I was thinking.”
I walked toward him slowly.
“Ohh, ladies and gentlemen, we have a dare devil,” he said laughing.
My hands were shaking by the time I was completely naked. Walking to him, I held my arms out and he grabbed them stretching them above my head. Clamping the shackles around my wrists, he yanked the chains up. I knew in that moment, I wouldn't be able to get out. He was in complete control of the situation. I watched as he stepped away and took his shirt off. My mouth fell open as I stared at the Societa Oscura tattoo that sat on his back. Societa Oscura was in black ink covering the top half of his back, a gun was in the center with cards on either side of it. Rummaging through a box, he took out a vibrator and a wooden item. Walking across the room over to me, he bent down on my left and the next minute I felt a slight sting. I didn't know what caused the stinging, but I wasn't going to be granted the chance to know because he wrapped a black leather strap around my eyes heightening my other senses. The room was black, I could hear my breath as it caught in my throat. That was it! I focused on my breathing as my heart slammed inside my chest. I was on my tip toes as I tried to listen out for him. Nothing.
Stinging sensation and then nothing again. I didn't know what he was doing, but my nipple lit up on fire. I jumped.
“What do you think it is, Shannon?” he whispered. I jolted. I didn't expect him to be that close to me. "Tell me honestly."
“Terrified,” I answered in my own whisper. “Why is that?" Pinching my right nipple, he yanked it up. I tried to follow it but I couldn't push up on my toes. I was standing on the tips. Clamping my teeth, I groaned.
“Understandable yet unnecessary.”
Something tickled the inside of my left thigh. I focused on the way that it was rising up to my core. My mouth fell open, delicate and filling me with excitement.
“What about now?” he asked.
He chuckled, deep and calming. Brushing my hair back, his hand slipped down my sides as he pulled me towards him. “What would you think if I told you that this," something glided down the center of my breasts," was a knife. What would you feel then?" My eyes widened, fear consumed me. What if he was to fall and cut me? Saliva caught in my throat as I coughed, "afraid."
“I wouldn't hurt you,” he told me. I nodded my head hoping that he was right. “Spread your legs.”
I felt even more exposed now. I hoped that he wasn't going to put it inside me but I was placing all of my trust in his hands. My heart was still slamming inside my chest as I felt something push up inside me. It was heavy and I flattened my feet.
He trailed the knife from my knees to my sensitive nub. Goosebumps covered my body as I pleaded for him not to hurt me. “I could whip you here, or here, or here” he was pressing the blade against different areas of my skin. “What do you think about that?”
“I…I don’t know,” I confessed.
Something smacked against my clit multiple times. The need for more was brewing from deep inside me. I didn't know what he was using but I was trusting what he was doing wouldn't be to hurt me. I relaxed on my flat feet feeling all of the different sensations that he was giving my body.
“And now?” he asked, sliding something down the center of my stomach.
"Relaxed,” I told him honestly. “More please Master.”
I cried out as I felt different whips hit off my body again and again. I was no longer fearing the unknown, I was looking forward to what would come next. Each strike was different from the one before.
“You look great restricted in my restraints.” Was that a compliment? I didn't know but something ticked my armpit and I laughed. Tickling my beasts, he moved it down to my core and my mouth fell back open once again. I was in need of more. I wanted to be fucked, I needed that almighty orgasm. "Your in need of a release, aren't you?”
“Yes,” I admitted with uneven breaths. I did. He slipped his finger through my flaps and I yanked trying to get out of the chains. I could feel an orgasm brewing, I just needed more friction to get it to release. I wanted to touch myself, to bring myself pleasure and to hit the jackpot.
“And you’ll get that release. When I want you to have that release.” His hand smacked my arse. I squealed feeling my orgasm get stronger in my lower stomach. My lips quivered when I heard him walk away from me. I dropped my head down feeling devastated.
He'd woken me up, made me extremely horny and sent me back to bed aching for a release. I was asking myself, do I just get myself off in the bathroom. I couldn't wait or sleep for that matter.