Red Room Hours with John Tan

Sir

You turned to the bed and reached down into your bag pulling out the scrunchie then quickly twisted your locks into a fast braid and secured them. John was watching you but hadn't moved toward the bed, it looked like he was struggling to decide if he could go through with the scene or if he'd do exactly like he suggested and skip to tossing you on the bed and taking you immediately. Part of you really wanted him to show you how dominant he could be, to feel the pain as he delivered it, but the other part just wanted to feel him sliding inside you. You stroked your hand across your shoulder grabbing the braid, the softness of your fingers on your skin allowing you to focus for a moment, then you turned and knelt on the bed. He was still watching you as you stretched out on your stomach arms relaxed and bent toward your head, legs slightly apart.

As soon as you were in place he moved toward you, his eyes were taking you in and he looked as though he had made up his mind. He raised himself to the bed and knelt like you had then began kissing his way down the back of your neck, following the path of your spine. His lips were warm and you shivered a bit when he stopped at the clasp of your bra. Quick fingers pulled it apart and you bit into your lip to keep from moaning as he teased it off your shoulders. You lifted slightly and the bra was gone, dropped to the floor. His fingers brushed along the sides of your breasts, the callouses on each exciting you with the sensation they created.

Slowly John moved up your body allowing his chest to drag along your back, his hand stroking outward until he grabbed your right arm tightly and stretched it out in front of you, then secured it with a black leather cuff. When he released your arm you tugged sharply feeling the pull as the cuff locked against the bed. The pillows stacked against the headboard disguised how the chains were attached and you'd been testing how much length they would allow for movement.

"Don't struggle just yet, I've not even started." He whispered against your ear as he lifted your left arm and delivered it into the second cuff. You didn't pull at the restraint this time, instead held still as he tucked your hair to the side and brushed his lips against your skin on his way back down his previous path continuing until he reached the top of your panties. You felt his body pull away from yours as he drew his fingers down your hips into the waistband taking the red lace with him. Once he was below your knees you bent your legs and he lifted them off dropping them to join your bra on the floor.

Reaching over your head he grabbed a pillow and you felt his hands lifting your hips and the pillow slid under your body. The back of his knuckles brushed against the intimate v between your legs as he pulled his hand from the pillow. You could feel yourself beginning to respond with dampness gathering there. Easing against the pillow you smiled to yourself at what view that must be giving him arching your back downward pushing your ass up, and his silence told you he was staring at it right now. You wiggled just a little moving your knees toward your chest to create an even higher angle and you heard him draw in his breath.

"Do you really think you should be teasing me like that? That's how you ended up here isn't it?" His voice was still soft and gentle like always but beneath that you heard authority and you immediately froze. He stepped from the bed and you turned your head to watch him walk to the closet door taking down each of the instruments, the first a black leather belt, the shiny silver buckle catching the light, the second a rope flogger, each strand ending in a small knot.

"I'm sorry Sir," the words left your lips as you focused on the toys, anticipation settling in your tummy.

"No babygirl, you're not sorry at all. We've got so much to discuss about your behavior." He placed the flogger on the bed, the soft rope of several strands easing over your wrist. He moved further down your body and you lost sight of him, but you heard him slap the belt against what you assumed his palm. "How many days have you been late to English this semester Y/N?" His voice harsh, and you cringed, did he know the exact number? Did you?