his wine, he set his glass down and advanced. He took her hand, leading her away from the picture and to another, gently taking the crystal from her hand. He kept his eyes on her as he eased it to the table. Gingerly he brushed the hair back from her face, wrapping his hand around her golden locks. “What do you see?”
She breathed in and out, her chest heaving. When she spoke, her voice was husky. “Ecstasy.”
Craze glanced at the piece. The gothic rendering had taken him months to finish. Everything about the painting was stark, light and dark fusing into a world of gray. The woman was outside, tied to a tree, her arms and legs splayed. Wolves remained in the shadows, waiting for a feast. A man stood behind her, dressed in black, his face masked. In his hand he held a bullwhip. Red, the only color appearing on the piece, was from the bloody marks crisscrossing nearly every inch of her naked body. “Power.”
“Freedom,” she whispered.
“And so it begins.”
Jess slumped against his chest, her hand flitting over her mouth.
Pulling her back by her hair, he turned her around, forcing her back into a deep arc. “The things I will show you will remain in your mind forever.” There was no asking if she wanted this. There was no need.
She nodded once and placed her hand on his chest.
“Yes. You know exactly what I mean.” Taking both of her hands, he eased backwards out of the room. As he walked to the playroom, one he’d known in his heart he would never share, his adrenaline skyrocketed. This was exactly where he needed to be and the woman he simply had to dominate. He flipped on the light and the warm glow highlighted the various pieces, apparatuses he’d acquired over the last few years.
“The paintings,” Jess whispered.
“Yes, my inspiration.”
“These are…”
“Implements of pain as well as pleasure. I’ve taken a lot of time researching my craft. Now you need to understand the rules.” Craze kept his voice even.
“Rules?” Her expression was on of defiance.
He grabbed her around the neck, wrenching her until she was forced to look at him. “There are always rules. You’ve already learned what happens if you break them.”
“Yes sir.” Her hand trembled in front of her, but she remained rebellious, her body wriggling in his grasp.
A moment of raw adrenaline swept through his system. He exhaled, allowing his hot breath to cascade across her face and neck. Reaching inside her dress, he squeezed her breast roughly, pulling on her nipple. He kept his grip on her neck, digging his nails into her skin. Control. Keep control.
“Oh!” She panted, her eyes opening wide. While there was fear, her body shifted forward.
“You want more, don’t you, sunshine? You need more?” He chuckled darkly and tugged the dress down past her shoulders. “Discipline. Obedience. These are two words you’re going to come to crave.”
Jess mewed as the dress was stripped from her body. “Please sir. I can do it. I can…I…” Her words trailed off as she fiddled with the front clasp of her bra, lowering her head as she peeled off the satin covering.
He drank her in, every inch of her delicious frame, her creamy skin. His paintings paled in comparison to the woman standing in front of him. There was no possibility he could adequately emulate her beauty. “Leave on your stilettos.”
“Yes sir.” When she was naked she walked closer, lifting her head high.
“Eyes lowered. Stay where you are.” Craze had no total understanding of what he was doing, nor had he realize the magnitude of his actions. This was a defining moment. He’d never be able to enjoy vanilla sex again. He rubbed his hand up and down every inch of her body, paying special attention to her pussy, the area under her full breasts. “Bend over and open your ass cheeks for me.”
She sniffed as she narrowed her eyes, her breath skipping.
“The belt awaits any infraction.”
“Yes sir.” The words were said with a hint
She breathed in and out, her chest heaving. When she spoke, her voice was husky. “Ecstasy.”
Craze glanced at the piece. The gothic rendering had taken him months to finish. Everything about the painting was stark, light and dark fusing into a world of gray. The woman was outside, tied to a tree, her arms and legs splayed. Wolves remained in the shadows, waiting for a feast. A man stood behind her, dressed in black, his face masked. In his hand he held a bullwhip. Red, the only color appearing on the piece, was from the bloody marks crisscrossing nearly every inch of her naked body. “Power.”
“Freedom,” she whispered.
“And so it begins.”
Jess slumped against his chest, her hand flitting over her mouth.
Pulling her back by her hair, he turned her around, forcing her back into a deep arc. “The things I will show you will remain in your mind forever.” There was no asking if she wanted this. There was no need.
She nodded once and placed her hand on his chest.
“Yes. You know exactly what I mean.” Taking both of her hands, he eased backwards out of the room. As he walked to the playroom, one he’d known in his heart he would never share, his adrenaline skyrocketed. This was exactly where he needed to be and the woman he simply had to dominate. He flipped on the light and the warm glow highlighted the various pieces, apparatuses he’d acquired over the last few years.
“The paintings,” Jess whispered.
“Yes, my inspiration.”
“These are…”
“Implements of pain as well as pleasure. I’ve taken a lot of time researching my craft. Now you need to understand the rules.” Craze kept his voice even.
“Rules?” Her expression was on of defiance.
He grabbed her around the neck, wrenching her until she was forced to look at him. “There are always rules. You’ve already learned what happens if you break them.”
“Yes sir.” Her hand trembled in front of her, but she remained rebellious, her body wriggling in his grasp.
A moment of raw adrenaline swept through his system. He exhaled, allowing his hot breath to cascade across her face and neck. Reaching inside her dress, he squeezed her breast roughly, pulling on her nipple. He kept his grip on her neck, digging his nails into her skin. Control. Keep control.
“Oh!” She panted, her eyes opening wide. While there was fear, her body shifted forward.
“You want more, don’t you, sunshine? You need more?” He chuckled darkly and tugged the dress down past her shoulders. “Discipline. Obedience. These are two words you’re going to come to crave.”
Jess mewed as the dress was stripped from her body. “Please sir. I can do it. I can…I…” Her words trailed off as she fiddled with the front clasp of her bra, lowering her head as she peeled off the satin covering.
He drank her in, every inch of her delicious frame, her creamy skin. His paintings paled in comparison to the woman standing in front of him. There was no possibility he could adequately emulate her beauty. “Leave on your stilettos.”
“Yes sir.” When she was naked she walked closer, lifting her head high.
“Eyes lowered. Stay where you are.” Craze had no total understanding of what he was doing, nor had he realize the magnitude of his actions. This was a defining moment. He’d never be able to enjoy vanilla sex again. He rubbed his hand up and down every inch of her body, paying special attention to her pussy, the area under her full breasts. “Bend over and open your ass cheeks for me.”
She sniffed as she narrowed her eyes, her breath skipping.
“The belt awaits any infraction.”
“Yes sir.” The words were said with a hint
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