Whispers of Submission

His sub

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then moved away from her. Emma listened as he moved around the room, preparing for the next phase of their journey.

She lay there, blindfolded and bound, her body throbbing with anticipation. She could hear the soft rustle of fabric, the clinking of metal, and the occasional soft footstep.

Then she felt it - a cool sensation on her skin. A feather, she realized, as it trailed over her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine.

Sebastian's voice broke the silence, his words a low whisper in her ear. "I'm going to touch you now, in ways you've never been touched before. Just remember, you're safe with me. I'll never hurt you."

Emma nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt his touch on her skin, gentle and teasing, as he trailed the feather down her neck, over her collarbone, and along her cleavage.

He lingered there, his feathered touch circling her nipples, causing them to harden even further. Emma moaned softly, her hips bucking in response.

"Like that, do you?" he murmured, his breath hot on her ear. "Then let's see how much you can take."

He increased the pressure, the feather now stroking her nipples firmly, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. He continued to tease her, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and firmer strokes.

Emma writhed beneath him, her body on fire. She felt his hand on her stomach, holding her in place as he continued his torment.

"Please," she begged, her voice strained. "More. I need more."

Sebastian chuckled, his touch becoming more deliberate. He trailed the feather down her stomach, over her hips, and along the curve of her thighs. He lingered at her inner thighs, his touch feather-light, sending shivers through her body.

Then, suddenly, the feather was replaced by something harder, and cooler. A metal clamp, she realized, as it closed around her nipple, pinching it firmly.

Emma cried out in surprise, her body arching off the bed. She felt the clamp on her other nipple too, and she struggled against her restraints, desperate for relief.

Sebastian's voice broke through her panic. "Easy, my sweet. It's okay. I've got you."

He leaned over her, his lips close to her ear. "How does that feel? Too much?"

Emma shook her head, her breath still ragged. "No. It's... it's amazing. Just a little intense."

He chuckled again, his breath warm on her neck. "Good. Because I have a lot more in store for you."

He moved away from her, and Emma listened as he crossed the room. She heard the rustle of fabric again, followed by the sound of a zipper being opened.

What was he doing? Her curiosity was piqued, but she couldn't see a thing with the blindfold on.

Sebastian returned to the bed and knelt beside her. She felt his hand on her thigh, gently stroking her skin.

"I want you to relax now, Emma. Let go of your inhibitions and surrender to the pleasure. I promise I'll take care of you."

She nodded, her body still trembling. He continued to stroke her thighs, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Then she felt it - a warm, wet sensation on her inner thigh. He was licking her, his tongue tracing a path up her thigh, closer and closer to her core.

Emma moaned softly, her body melting under his touch. He continued his exploration, his tongue delving into her folds, lapping up her juices.

He worked her slowly, his tongue teasing her clit, his fingers pinching her nipples. Emma writhed beneath him, her hips bucking in time with his movements.

"That's it, my sweet sub," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Let go. Scream for me."

Emma's body tensed as her orgasm built, a wave of pleasure crashing over her. She cried out, her voice echoing in the room.

Sebastian continued his relentless assault on her senses, his tongue working her sex, his fingers pinching her nipples. She felt his other hand on her stomach, holding her in place as she bucked and writhed.

Then, just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, he stopped. He pulled away from her, leaving her panting and desperate for more.

"No!" she cried out, her body still throbbing with unspent desire.

"Shhh," he soothed, his hand stroking her hair. "It's not over yet. I have one more surprise for you."

She felt him move away from her, and she listened as he crossed the room again. She heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing, followed by the rustle of fabric.

What was he doing now? Her curiosity was killing her, but she remained blindfolded, unable to see.

Sebastian returned to the bed and knelt beside her again. She felt his hand on her thigh, gently caressing her skin.

"Are you ready, Emma?" he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.

She nodded, her body trembling with excitement.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "Then open your eyes, my sweet submissive. It's time to see what awaits you."

Emma's heart raced as she slowly lifted the blindfold from her eyes. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the sight before her.

Sebastian stood beside the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black leather pants. His chest was bare, his muscles rippling in the candlelight. He held a riding crop in his hand, his eyes burning with lust.

She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. He looked so commanding, so dominant, that a shiver of excitement ran down her spine.

He gestured towards the table. "Come and get it, my sweet submissive."