Binding Leah

Chapter Two: Treatment

Leah's POV:

Master sets me on the playroom bed. I try to grind against him, but he holds my waist in place. His grip is tight and I know there will be bruises tomorrow.

I half moan, half whine at his dominance.

"I know, Love. Just a little while longer. That's all I ask for," Master murmurs softly, making me relax. I'm so full of desire and want, but I know how Master feels about touching me sexually even a day before I turn an adult.

Our collaring ceremony is so close, just weeks away. I've never been particularly ecstatic about sex, but I am excited to finally feel the pleasure he has been promising me. When we were setting the date for our ceremony, I insisted it be on my birthday, that way he wouldn't withhold any of himself from me.

Master's fingers run down my back, tracing my spine as he assaults my neck with passionate and hungry kisses. "You're such a good girl, Leah. I'll give you all the pleasure in the world, just wait a little while longer."

I nod my understanding and he goes back to kissing me.

Even though I have agreed to not continue to tempt him, my arousal is not dampened at all. I know I won't be getting a release, but that doesn't stop me from getting all hot and bothered when his arms pin me down.

Master puts love bites all over me, interlocking our hands as he pins my arms above my head. I can't grab onto any other part of him and I need to be anchored right now. Anchored to him, so I don't drift away.

Rylan lifts off me for a moment to cuff me to the bed, immobilizing me. I whine, my hips wriggling against my will. He tsks, shaking his head in faux disapproval.

Master returns to pinning my hips to the bed, stopping my taunting. He is heavy and it is hard to move. I finally give up, submitting to him. Master releases me finally, taking a moment to run his hand down my chest, keeping his touch to innocent places.

I don't know why I beg him to play with me anymore. My unsatisfied desire just makes me frustrated. There is no release for me yet and I know although I could care less if he had me now or in a week or two, it is important to him to wait.

Master brings his lips to mine, his hands tightening on my waist. My back arches off the bed, bowing under his touch. His nails dig into my skin leaving crescent shapes along my sides. I shake with need, the gentle pain he is giving me only heightening the pain I want him to make me feel.

I've never felt this way before, but I want him to bruise me, to hurt me. Something beautiful about that idea is that I know he won't— he won't leave marks on me.

His hand goes to my bottom, kneading me aggressively. I gently tug on my restraints, whining softly. He crawls over my body, looking down at me with a grin. The expression he wears is one of my favorites. He is delighted to be playing with me. He is truly happy to have me to play with.

He runs his hand down my chest, his fingers ghosting over my nipple for just a second. "I like seeing you tied up, Pet," he remarks softly. He continues to pet me, finding pleasure in simply having me at his mercy.

I close my eyes and relax under his touch, relishing in his affection. I love to be pet, he knows this. He knows this is one of the things he can do to me that doesn't get me horrifically aroused, but that I still enjoy.

"Did I put you in a better mood, Pet?" I nod breathlessly, something about being restrained always making my breath more labored. "Are you still mad at me?" I shake my head no, not feeling like speaking much. I pull against my restraints, trying to touch him.