My breasts swing, vibrating with my heartbeat. And from the collar too, the dangling chains quiver and dance.
“Spread.”
As I shuffle my feet wider, the velvet caress of leather falls trails my spine. “Already wet, I see. That"s good, Elizabeth. Let"s help that along.” Footsteps, soft in the thick carpet pile, retreat from me.
The slide of an opening drawer.
The Click of it closing again.
ClickThe rustle of my hair being pulled aside, then the soft touch of a wrap around my eyes, cool and smooth. It’s not completely dark, merely opaque, and I blink against crimson mist through translucent fabric.
He adjusts it, settling it into place, drawing a knot tighter at the back of my skull. “Comfortable?”
“Yes, Master.” Then I yelp at the sting on my naked ass. It wasn"t a hard stroke, but u
