"Don't worry too much about my name. Just call me Master."
Master.
I did like the sound of that. I liked everything about this situation even if it was not entirely logical to do so.
"Okay master."
His dark eyes raked over me and his gaze sent shivers down my spine. My master, previously known to me as Blurry had me tied to his bed. My hands were strung up on the headboard. My feet were tied together, I was completely helpless tied to the bed of an almost complete stranger. And my cock was hard. It took a lot of restraint on my part not to beg for him to touch me, to give me some sort of relief. It really was uncomfortable.
He smirked at me from where he stood at the foot of my bed, his eyes scrunching up a bit as he did so. His lips stayed pursed together but the left corner of his mouth rose a fraction of an inch, the only indication any thought process. He stepped forward and produced a cock ring from behind his back. A surprise. I groaned internally.
At least I had thought it was internal but I accidentally let out a sound of distress. His hand came down hard on my stomach leaving his handprint there in burning scarlet. I pulled at my hand restraints, that fucking hurt.
"Did I say you make any noise? No, I don't believe I did. One more peep out of you and I'll have to silence you. Do you understand?" He spoke slowly as if he questioned my intelligence. I nodded, answering him. "Tell me that you understand."
"I understand master."
"Good."
I watched with a sinking feeling in my gut as he secured the cock ring around the base of my cock. Now I wouldn't be able to cum and that fucking sucked. Once he was content with my inability to cum he moved up the bed to sit next to me. He leaned in so he was only a few inches from ear before he spoke. He was close enough that the warmth of his breath tickled my ear.
"Do you know why I put that on you?" He didn't wait for my answer before he spoke again. "Because I own that cock now. It's mine to do with as I please. And you. I own you too. I can do whatever I please with you. What I please right now is to sit here and watch you get all worked up knowing that you'll get absolutely no release." I bit my bottom lip so hard that I actually drew blood. A small drop of blood ran down my chin. He leaned in a licked it.
"Now now, be careful. Don't go hurting yourself. That's my job."
He moved so that he was straddling my stomach, facing me. His hands roamed across my chest leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever his frigid cold fingertips touched. He murmured to himself, but didn't look me in the eye has he mumbled words that were indiscernible to my ears. Finally he looked up and his dark, almost black eyes met mine. When he stared at me I could hear my blood flowing through my veins.
Without a word he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the tender skin of my neck. I tilted my head back, holding back a gasp of pleasure as his teeth nibbled the skin. He became more intense and frenzied as he worked at marking up my skin with dark red and purple bruises. After about twenty minutes he sat back to admire his work. "Just so you don't forget who you belong to."
He got off of me and walked out into the hallway without a single word. So I waited. When he came back he was dressed in a sharp black suit. "I have to go to work. While I'm at work you can sleep. I have plans for you when I get home, so rest up."
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"What if I have to go to the bathroom while you're gone?" The question was a concerning one to me, as I was tied to a bed and had no way of freeing myself.
He chuckled. "That sounds like a problem that doesn't concern me. It should only be noted that any mess made on my bed will be cleaned by your filthy whore mouth. So just keep that thought in mind," With that he left the room, leaving me alone. It certainly was a precarious situation, but I was enjoying myself and had tonight when he got home to look forward to.