The Submissive
The dungeon of their house was lit only by the torches on the wall. Rain poured outside, thunder crashed, and although they couldn't see it because there were no windows, lightning flashed.
It was the perfect night.
His hands were chained and held above him leaving him hanging from the ceiling, and his legs were also chained. He was naked in front of her, watching her pace back and forth in front of him. She wore a black and red corset, thong, stockings, and stiletto heels. Her red lips contrasted her pale skin and he could imagine vampire fangs behind those full lips. She went to the opposite wall which was lined with chains, ropes, whips, floggers, and handcuffs. She picked up a black leather whip then went back to stand in front of him.
He felt the first lashing from the whip. It burned. It aroused him.
These nights, when he was her submissive, were his favorites. He was controlling, he craved to be the dominant one. But when she chained him like this, when she dressed like this, when she controlled him making him bend to her will however she wanted, it was incredibly hot.
"Do you want more?" she said whipping him again.
"Yes Tish."
A smirk spread across her face. She whipped him again. And again. "You want me to fuck you?"
He smiled. "You know I do Tish." He watched her every step as she came to stand not an inch in front of him. He shivered as she ran her hands down his chest.
"You're so sexy." She ran her tongue across his collar bone. He groaned. Again she walked away from him. He was disappointed. He wanted her to touch him. Instead she went over to the wooden table a few feet away and poured red wine into a goblet. She took a sip then came back over to him.
"Do you want some?" He nodded. She took another sip then kissed him putting what was in her mouth into his. It tasted a thousand times better this way than if he would have drank it alone. She took another sip and did the same again. He groaned into her mouth. The wine glass was a little less than half full. He expected her to give him more. Instead she poured it from his neck down his chest. It left a trail down his pecs continuing down his stomach.
She put the glass down on the floor, then kissed his neck where the wine trail started. She licked it off and continued slowly down his chest licking all of it off. He groaned as she kissed down his chest. She arrived at his groin and took him in her mouth slowly going up and down on him.
"Christ," he moaned struggling against the chains. It was so good. He wanted to touch her, but he couldn't and it was driving him mad. Finally he felt that intense rush as he came into her mouth. Now kissed back up his chest in the same way she had before, she arrived back at his mouth. "Tish," he panted. "I want you."
That's what she wanted to hear. She unchained him.
