The CEO's Command

Prologue

Prologue

"Strip," he commanded.

I was bare naked in front of him within seconds. My wrists burned, from the tight ropes that clung to my hands. I felt ultimately vulnerable but in a weird way I felt heightened with my senses – my throbbing pussy that was yearning for his touch, his erotically large hands to graze it. I could just feel his hands caressing it like smooth silk he examined with love – passion. Imagining his hands on me had me licking my lips from the dryness and rubbing my thighs together, for excrete fluids from my sex was already dribbling onto my black lacy panties.

I could hear him behind me, shuffling through a drawer of some kind; searching for something. What that thing might be had me wondering and excited. Could it be a vibrator to stimulate my senses, or maybe a whip to get me sizzling for more? I've never thought this erotic before.

But, fuck, ever since I've laid eyes on him it's like a new flame in me sparked to now consume my body whole.

I was like a shy flower bud in the awaiting of his hands to touch me and open me so I would blossom into something of an archer of voluminous roses. Sweet but seductive, innocent in love but fiery with passion.

I'm a Rose that was in danger of being ripped into a gardener's vicious hands, I was ripened and ready.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

I suck in a breath and flutter my eyes close under the silk satin blindfold that shielded my eyes.

"Yes," I say.

He smacked my with a crop that made me arch my back and scream out in pain, but surprising pleasure.

"Yes... what?" he asked, his voice gruff, firm.

"Y-Yes, master."

END OF PROLOGUE