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Taking Her Away

That wasn't something he would ever have to worry about. She didn't have anything to say to John.

As he carried her, she leaned against him, planting soft little kisses on his neck and jaw. Even though she had just had him, she was craving him inside of her.
 
When they got to the bedroom he put her down on the bed and walked to the closet.

"Up on your knees," he ordered. He came back from the closet with a length of chain with manacles at one end and something dark bundled up. When she was kneeling, he raised her hands over her head and attached the chain to a hook in the ceiling, clicking her wrists into the manacles.
 
She leaned slightly as he set her down, trying to peak into the closet to see what he was getting. At his command, she got onto her knees, waiting eagerly to see what he was bringing out.

A slight smile formed on her lips as she saw the chain. Though she had never admitted it to him, she loved when he had her chained or tied up, leaving her completely subjected to him. As he put the chain in place, she kept looking past him, trying to see what the other object was bundled up behind him.
 
At first, she was confused when he pulled out the ribbon, but she soon realized what it was for. It was strange not being able to see. It made her nervous, yet excited knowing that she wouldn't be able to tell what he was going to do until he did it. Everything he did would be a surprise to her.
 
Though his touch was simple, it was so much more exciting than usual. Not being able to see him made her unable to know where he was going to touch her and when. The element of surprise made it all the more sensual.
 
Jayde sighed as he kissed her neck, waiting for more. She began to fidget when more didn't come, wondering why he had suddenly disappeared. "Master?" she said quietly, jumping as he clapped his hands together.
 
He sent shivers down her back as he traced it over her skin. She wasn't sure what it was exactly, but she knew it was something that could cause her pain. In a way, it scared her, but it turned her on more than anything. She wanted him to hurt her. She craved the pain.
 
He saw her trembling body and decided to give her what she wanted. He whipped her hard on the back, leather flogger tails biting into her skin. He began to get into a rhythm, slapping back and forth on her body until he was sure she was used to it. Then he suddenly broke his rhythm, grabbing her and pulling her back to his chest.
 
She cried out as he whipped her, but the sound wasn't just from pain. It was almost as though a moan had been mixed in with it. Though she didn't receive pleasure from being whipped, the pain turned her on, her pussy growing wet as her skin began to sting with each hit. It was amazing how quickly he had transformed her. She went from being so shy and timid, to this.

She gasped as he pulled her back to him, her skin burning slightly as he pressed himself against her. Leaning against him, she spread her legs, wanting him to take her right then and there.
 
She had been so eager for his cock, but as soon as she felt the handle pressed against her, she knew it wasn't what she had been wanting. Still, it felt good. It didn't feel the same as his cock pumping in and out of her tight hole, but it still brought her pleasure, soft moans escaping her lips as he fucked her.
 
Jayde tilted her head slightly to the side, giving him better access to her neck. Of course, he always turned her on, but tonight he had brought things to an entirely different level. Everything he did just seemed that much better.

"Please master, I need your cock." she begged softly, moaning as he continued to move the handle in and out of her dripping wet pussy.
 
"But that's just it," he said. "I could fuck you. Or I could tease you for another hour. Or I could go back to whipping you. Get the clamps and candles out again. Or wire you the electricity. And all you could do is take it."

He pulled her back into his lap, his cock sticking between her thighs as he still fucked her with the whip.
 
She began to grind her hips back against the handle as he teased her with his words, the urge to cum growing so much stronger. She felt so helpless, but she loved it. The way she was acting made her feel like such a little slut, but she didn't care. Maybe that was what he wanted.
 
He pulled the whip handle out of her cunt and pressed it to her lips. His arms squeezed hard around her body as he bit at her neck. He loved this feeling. The total control of her, the utter and complete power over his helpless slave. How soft and smooth her skin felt as he pressed her to his muscular chest, how sweet her akin tasted, the sound of her moans. And filling the room the smell of her desperate arousal as he tormented her.

"You're getting me really hot, slave," he purred in her ear. "You're such a lucky little slut, you get my cock after all..."

He pushed her forwards on his lap, his cock pressing up into her pussy as he began to fuck her.
 
Jayde was so close to cumming, her moans growing louder, but just before it happened, he pulled the handle out of her. In a way she was disappointed, but more excited than anything because she knew he would be giving her what she really wanted now. At least she hoped. She licked the handle as he pressed it to her lips, tasting herself as she felt his lips at her ear.

"Thank you master." she moaned as he pushed himself into her, his cock feeling even more amazing after all the teasing.
 
She began to move her hips along with him as he moved her up and down on his cock, feeling him move even deeper inside of her. Though the feeling was incredible, she still wanted more. "Master.. please.. be rough with me." she begged in-between moans. She wanted to feel his hand on her ass, slapping her, pulling her hair.
 
"oh so is that what you want?" he laughed, sinking his teeth deep into the skin of her shoulder. "We can do that," he almost snarled. "Anythimg for my favorite little slut."

He bit into her shoulder again, yanking her head out of the way hard with his fist tangled in her hair. His other hand clenched on her breath and stated to twist her nipple cruelly.
 
She whimpered as he bit her, feeling his teeth sink into her soft skin. It was painful, but she loved it. She groaned as he pulled her hair back, moving her hips faster and harder, almost as if she was encouraged by the pain.
 
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