| Straight: BDSM: Happy Returns (1/2) |
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Three hours of shameless flirting had left her with nothing. She eyed him across the table, idly toying with a glass of wine. He was polite and charming, always able to make her laugh, but today he had brushed aside her hand at every touch. She was losing concentration, daydreaming about his body pressing down on top of hers, and she missed her cue to laugh at his latest anecdote. He frowned across at her. “You’re not listening,” he sighed, “but perhaps your birthday presents will hold your attention a little better?” She smiled in anticipation and he led her upstairs, pausing at the bedroom door to cover her eyes with his hands. “Keep your eyes closed,” he cautioned, sitting her down on the edge of the bed. "... And open them.” He was stood directly in front of her, her eyes level with his belt buckle. He gestured to the end of the bed, where four brown parcels lay unopened. With a childish laugh of gratification she reached out for the closest parcel, but before her hand could close around it she recoiled in shock, falling back from the force of the cold hard slap across her face. His body was instantly on top of hers, one knee across her stomach, pinning her down, her hands forced high above her head. As she lay helpless beneath him he paused, taking in her wide shocked eyes and the deep red mark appearing across her cheek. Leaning forward, he tenderly kissed where his hand had struck. “You mustn’t take without asking,” he warned her in a cold, expressionless voice, his eyes daring her to laugh. “Repeat after me: I will not take without asking.” Her lip curled into a smile as she rolled her eyes. “I will not take without asking,” she chanted. Irritated, his hand quickly slid down to her throat, his grip growing tighter as she tried to gasp for air. “I don’t think you realise the seriousness of the situation. If you don’t do as I say then you will have to be punished.” He loosened his grip on her throat and she breathed in deeply, but before her body could relax his hand tightened again. “Repeat after me: I – Will – Not – Take – Without – Asking.” His words were slow and deliberate, dragging out the seconds she was unable to breathe. He waited until he could see the panic in her eyes before releasing his grip. “Say it,” he commanded. Their eyes held as she repeated his words: “I Will Not Take Without Asking”. With this concession his interest evaporated and he got up, leaving her on the bed. As he sat down on the far side of the room their eyes locked; uncertain, she rose to join him. “Stay there,” he commanded quietly. She paused, watching him, his legs were spread apart, his hardness clearly visible through his jeans. He was enjoying her discomfort as she hovered uncertainly by the bed, not knowing whether to challenge him or not. “Take your dress off,” he said, lazily unzipping his jeans. Whilst she fumbled with her dress, he slid a hand inside his jeans and began to slowly slide it up and down. She stood before him, almost naked, with her pale skin in deep contrast against the bright scarlet underwear. “Take off your bra,” he |
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it's very well written