Page 54 of Her Sweet Surrender
Hunter approached her and she felt his fingers lightly following the curve of her shoulders. His hands were deceptively gentle which helped ease her nerves.
“Mount the platform and kneel in an open position,” he commanded, pointing to a large cube that stood three feet off the ground.
Brie climbed onto it and knelt with her hands at her sides, open and relaxed. She kept her legs closed and her back straight.
“Open your thighs.”
Brie adjusted her position. The new pose made her feel more exposed, heightening her sense of vulnerability.
Hunter grazed his finger along her cheekbone and jawline. “You have good genetics, naiad, every feature designed to entice.”
Studying her intently, he walked around the platform slowly. Hunter reached out to touch her hair. “The female body was built for pleasure. I’ve spent many years unlocking its secrets and have discovered some which you may be unaware of.”
Brie felt a pleasant tension between them. He was confident in his dominance which called to her submissive spirit.
“There are times when a little pain can enhance pleasure—even when you are not a masochist. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Brie’s nervousness returned. “Yes, Master.”
She felt a surge of excitement when he produced a length of nylon rope.
Hunter was gentle but firm when he grabbed her wrists and bound them behind her back. Holding her elbows together, he forced her shoulders back making her back arch which pushed out her breasts.
Wrapping the rope around her elbows, he gave a tug, forcing them to touch. He then began the slow process of binding her forearms together.
This was an extremely demanding pose. Brie had seen riggers use it at various dungeons, but she had never experienced it for herself. The binding forced Brie to mentally submit to the challenge of the pose or be overwhelmed by the physical demands of it.
Hunter took his time as he tied each knot, compelling Brie to submit to the rope—and his will.
When he finished tying the final one, he stood back to admire his work and then walked around her. “You are a feast for the eyes, naiad.”
She basked in his praise but felt a twinge of apprehension when he walked back to the cabinet to grab more items.
“Bound as you are, your breasts are completely at my mercy.”
Brie’s heart quickened.
To her relief, he began by grazing her nipples with a feather tickler. The sensation was extremely pleasant. Just as she had been taught during training, Brie voiced her pleasure to her Dom by moaning softly.
Hunter focused the stimulation solely on her breasts, circling them with the toy before returning to tickle her hard nipples. The light sensation caused goosebumps to rise on her skin.
“Do you believe I can make you come through nipple play alone?”
Brie was inspired by the look of confidence in his eyes and nodded.
Hunter put down the feather tool and picked up a small flogger. He began flicking the rubber instrument across her breasts. The sound of the tails slapping against her skin was sensually exciting to hear, but it was the way he skillfully used the tool that held Brie’s attention.
Hunter wasn’t using the flogger as a way to torture her breasts but to stimulate them. Each strike of the small flogger was sexually stimulating, like the caress of a rough but dedicated lover. Brie’s body responded eagerly to his attention.
Tied as she was, Brie was completely focused on what he was doing. A surge of heat traveled from the nipple he was teasing straight down to her pussy. She moaned louder and felt her thong getting wet.
Hunter increased the intensity of each strike without increasing the pain, the rhythmic contact emulating the bounce of her breasts while being taken forcefully.
Brie lost herself in the sensation but then whimpered when he stopped. She was reluctant for the pleasure to end.
That’s when he picked up a small, dark vibrator with a red tip. He turned it on, and she listened as he adjusted the pulse and intensity of it.
“Naiad, close your eyes and concentrate on the vibration.”
