In the dimly lit, velvet-curtained room, she stood there waiting for me. Her body, bound in thick leather straps that crisscrossed over her curves, heaved with anticipation as I walked toward her. My hands were calloused from years of work and my breath was ragged from the tension that coiled within me like a serpent.
I reached for the blindfold that lay on the bedside table, and in one swift motion, it was fastened around her eyes. She shivered at the touch, but there was no resistance, only quiet surrender. Her breasts thrust forward against the restraints, nipples puckered and begging for attention.
I began to explore her body with my hands, fingers grazing over every inch of skin that was exposed. My fingertips danced along the edges of her leather bindings, teasing at the softness beneath. She moaned softly into her blindfold, a sound both vulnerable and wanton.
As I traced circles around her nipples, she arched her back, offering me more of herself. The leather straps tightened against her flesh as she did so, drawing out a low, guttural groan from deep within her core. Her clit was already swollen with desire, throbbing beneath the delicate fabric of her panties.
I removed my pants, allowing my hard cock to spring free from its confinement. It stood at attention, eager to take part in this ritual. I stepped up behind her and positioned myself between her legs. Her body trembled with apprehension and excitement as she felt the head of my penis press against her soaked entrance.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to push inside her, stretching her wet walls around me. She gasped at the intrusion, a mixture of pain and pleasure echoing through the room. My hips moved in a slow, rhythmic grind, each thrust deeper than the last, until finally my balls slapped against her skin with every stroke.
The sound of our bodies coming together filled the air, punctuated only by her soft moans and the occasional sharp intake of breath as I drove into her over and over again. Her bound hands grasped at nothing but air, a silent testament to her submission.
I could feel my orgasm building within me, an inferno that threatened to consume me whole. I increased my pace, pounding into her with reckless abandon. Her cries grew louder, more urgent, until they were nothing more than primal sounds that resonated through every fiber of my being.
I let go then, releasing myself from the shackles of control. My body tensed as I spilled deep within her, filling her with my hot seed. She convulsed around me, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Together, we rode it out, until at last, our breathing slowed and our hearts began to beat in unison once more.
With a final caress along the curve of her bound hip, I untied the leather straps that held her captive. She slumped bonelessly against me, the blindfold still draped across her eyes. And as we stood there, bathed in the afterglow of our passion, I knew that this was only the beginning of a journey into submission that would leave us both breathless and craving more.