The Demon and His Plaything

4| Their next scene

She sat on the bed this time. Keeping her back pressed against the headboard, she took deep breaths. He should be here soon. Their planning had been the same as before, via text messages throughout the rest of the week. Her requests bounced around her mind, flashes of worry, quickly replaced by excitement and blooming arousal.

She had already tied the pattern of rope around her–only for show and sensation and not to restrain herself. There was more rope for however he wanted to tie her up. Her hood and blindfold were on.

The soft steps out in the hall were the first indication of his arrival, his scent awakening her senses as he entered the room. She liked his scent, like leather and licorice.

He didn't say anything straight away again. She could hear him place a bag down and unzip it. The sound sent a delicious thrill in her. A few more minutes and she heard him move some furniture around–she thought he might be moving the freestanding mirror closer to the bed. That excited her too. She was practically twitching by the time she heard him remove his clothes.

"Lay down."

She wiggled her body down the bed. She felt his fingers take her hand and she let him move her arm out and away from her. His movement passed through to her sightless experience via touch, the knot familiar. It would tighten the more she pulled. Her breath quickened.

He swiftly finished tying each of her limbs and affixing them to the bed. She had chosen this hotel purely because their beds had posts. She'd stayed here with her family before.

"Now isn't this pretty," he mumbled. She heard a click and a whirling. He was taking photos. Mmmm, she thought. Why use a Polaroid? She didn't care if he took photos on his phone–plus then she could have a copy.

She felt him kneel between her legs. "You've been waiting for me long?"

"No, sir." That was a lie. She had been sitting there for two hours.

He tsked. She tilted her head–had he wanted her to say yes.

His weight shifted and she could feel his breath on her thigh, across her sex and then as he hovered over her body up her stomach. She shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin.

A desperate moan escaped her as she waited.

"You missed me didn't you?"

"Yes, sir. I missed you so much." She bit her lip to catch any other words that might slip out without prompt.

His fingers brushed her nipple lightly, a deep pleasant thrum sparking inside her. "You want my cock, don't you?"

"Yes, sir." She wanted to say more but he had said she could only speak when spoken to.

He was quiet. "Tell me how much."

She took a breath. "It's all I've thought of, sir."

"When?"

"Every waking moment," she rushed. It was true.

"What do you want?"

A sharp inhale. "I want to taste you in my mouth. I want you to choke me with it."

He chuckled low. "That all?"

"No, sir. I want you to fuck my ass." She waited only a beat before adding, "I want you to hurt me."

"Hmmm." He moved back from above her to his spot in between her legs again. "What if I do nothing? Just leave you here tied up?"

She trembled. She didn't know what to say so she stayed quiet. He laughed at her physical response. It wasn't cruel. It wasn't derisive. He sounded pleased. His delight created a rising sense of pride in her.