Sexy Encounters (1D & More)

You're Mine

My house. 8:30. Wear nothing underneath your coat except a corset, stockings and high heels. Be ready to please and be pleased, and expect the unexpected. If you let me down tonight, you will be punished severely. Xxx

Nicole read the text message carefully, several times. Expect the unexpected. Nicole was used to getting orders like this from Marcel, there was nothing he required that she hadn't done before, but those few words filled her with a sense of anxiety.

That was probably what he wanted, he knew she hated not knowing what was going to happen to her, and if she asked for more clarity, she knew what the reply would be - "You don't need to know."

Just before 8 P.M. that night, Nicole pulled on a pair of sheer black stockings, checking to make sure the seams up the back were perfectly straight.

Marcel had once punished her with 20 strokes of his belt for daring to be in his presence with a crooked seam. Now every time she put her stockings on, she remembered that night...

*Flashback*

She'd been ordered to drop to all fours. Marcel had been silent, inspecting her, nudging the inside of her leg with his foot to tell her to spread her legs wider.

The air was cool and delicious on her wet pussy as she obeyed. Still, he said nothing. She heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. What would he do? She wished he'd speak. Unable to see, Nicole had fully expected to feel the head of his cock pushing into her waiting pussy.

He positioned himself behind her, while Nicole risked a quick glance to the side to try and work out what he was doing. Suddenly her whole body jerked with pain and shock as the first blow from his belt stung her ass and thighs.

Immediately, she clenched her muscles to brace against the pain, gasping as he continued methodically and silently thrashing her. He was hitting downwards, not across, and he moved the belt from one ass cheek to the other, making sure that her exposed pussy wasn't left out.

The pain was unbearable, and she loved it. The leather cracked across her most tender area, making Nicole cry out, her fingers digging into the carpet.

Involuntarily, she humped up her back, and leant forward, anything to escape those cruel blows. Marcel spoke then, his voice even but firm.

"If you move like that again, you will get more. Back in your position."

Obediently, Nicole sank back down. She was crying now, quietly sniveling to herself from fear and self pity. Marcel took no notice.

He placed one more blow and Nicole felt him step away from her. She imagined him examining her marks carefully, head on one side, like an artist looking for flaws in a masterpiece. She was afraid that, like the artist, he might decide that he'd missed a bit, but instead of a paintbrush, he'd take up his belt again and correct it.

She could hear him kneeling behind her, and felt his strong hands rub her tender ass. At first she was tense, but relaxed when he began to place kisses all over her ass, almost like he was soothing it.

He began to kiss his way down her pussy, and his hot breath sliding against her skin, made her squirm. He gave one lick, then two, and finally a few more, and then he was done.

Nicole held her breath, not daring to move until he told her to. Marcel moved round to stand in front of her. He bent down, putting one finger under her chin and tilting her tear and mascara streaked face upwards, giving her light kisses on her cheeks and lips.

His cock was hard, and Nicole knew what he wanted her to do before he spoke. "Suck," he commanded, and Nicole scrambled to her knees. She loved this part, loved the taste of him, the feel of his cock in her mouth, the weight of his balls in her hand.