Monday, January 10, 2011
He bent me over the bed with force, my face pressed with an increasing pressure into the quilt.
The buckle on his belt made a soft jangling clink and the leather whooshed as it pulled from his waist through the trouser belt-loops. One hand rested on the small of my back, making me still, quietening me. His hands slid to my wrists, tying them quickly and tightly behind my back with the belt. He slung the length of leather around my neck and secured it to my restrained wrists. The leather around my neck became tighter when I moved my wrists, causing me to concentrate on keeping my hands and arms in one position to avoid the tightening pressure on my neck.
His hand came down with a hard smack on my cheek. My bottom reverberated and wobbled its response. Thoughts of work unfinished slipped easily from my mind as the heat gushed though my dripping pussy. We had begun...