Sophie felt the wave run hot through her the moment she read the text message.

“You have a long night ahead, my pet.”

She typed a response at the red light. “I want your hands on me”

“Let yourself in. Do not address me until you are wearing only a body stocking and heels.”

“Yes Sir” she texted back.

An immediate reply came back from Justin. “That is addressing me. This can/will cost you.”

Shit. This did illicit instant arousal, nonetheless. Another text came through 2 minutes later.

“Squeeze your nipples.”

Sophie complied without question as she drove. Her nipples always seemed to have a direct line to her clit.

Another text arrived. “Touch your pussy so I can smell your scent.”

Shit…. Don’t have to tell me twice, Sophie thought to herself. Lifting her skirt, she pushed her fingers past her thong and easily slipped them inside herself. The sheer pleasure of what she assumed was going to happen had her breathless already. She slid her fingers up to her clit and circled slowly, causing her eyelids to droop lazily.

Bzzzzzzzzzz Another text arrived. “When you are ready to appear before me you will kneel at the side of the bed and wait.”

Sophie exhaled and set down the phone. She went back to tracing circles.

“You will text me when you arrive.” She was at least 5 minutes away. The completely irrational thought of speeding 100 mph down the highway entered her mind, and she actually did laugh out loud.

Parking the car, Sophie reached for her cell and sent a text to Justin. “I am here.”

“Good pet.” Sophie smiled tucking her phone in her purse and turned to walk towards his door.

Letting herself in, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the pitch black hotel room. She ran her hand along the wall finding her way to the restroom to change.

Smiling and disorientated, she walked the length of the bed and reached out again. She felt his foot under the covers and turned to walk back to the head of the bed. Dropping to her knees, she reached out for his hand. Hers was pushed away.

After what seemed like forever, she reached for him one more time. Again, her hand was pushed away. Frustrated and aroused, Sophie decided she should speak. “May I kiss you, Sir?”

“No.”

After an audible exhale, Justin spoke. “Give me your hand.” He stretched out his. Sophie extended her arm and put her hand in his. Justin raised her fingers to his mouth.

“Good girl.” Justin pulled her fingers into his mouth.

Sophie didn’t think she could be more aroused, but she was wrong. Justin continued to suck on her fingers as he picked up a crop and swung it around to meet her skin.

Removing her hand, he spoke. “Stand and face me.” The leather tip of the crop slowly caressed her skin. Sophie stood up, her knees aching. She could finally make out his form in the bed. He traced the crop from her head to her toes. Soft taps on her nipples and thighs were intended to drive her mad, and were doing exactly that.

Three strong strikes to her thigh got her attention quickly. Sophie gasped as he moved the tip of the crop once again all over her body.

The crop slid from her breasts down to her crotch. He popped her clit no less than 5 times before moving the tip between her legs and sliding the entire length between her wet lips.

“I would like you to pour me a glass of Rosé.” He abruptly settled back against the headboard, waiting.

Sophie walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. Keeping eye contact as she opened the wine, she poured a glass and walked back to him.

Outstretching the glass, “May I please have a sip?”

“You may.”

The chilled wine coated her tongue with fruit. She smiled and placed the glass in Justin’s hand. “Thank you.”

“You are most welcome. Turn around and place your hands behind your back.”

Sophie’s nipples hardened instantly. She turned around and grabbed her elbows with opposite hands. The rope wound tightly around her body, eventually wrapped around her throat. Any move she made would tighten the rope constricting her airflow. Justin knew how much she enjoyed pulling on her own restraints. The crack across her ass snapped her back to reality.

“Turn around and face me.” Sophie complied as the leather tip of the crop again began to trace her skin. Justin’s eyes narrowed as he alternated swats with caresses, driving Sophie mad. It was impossible not to flinch and choke herself enduring more than 4 or 5 strikes in the same area.

The crop moved once again to her pussy. Tiny taps on her clit followed by torturously slow strokes between her labial lips. He again ran the entire length of the crop between her legs.

Sophie’s head dropped back from sheer pleasure. Forgetting momentarily that she had a rope around her neck, she coughed choking herself. Raising her head again, she caught him now licking the length of the crop. Jesus.

“Somebody is very excited.” Justin smiled. “If I know you at all, you are already dying to have an orgasm.” He picked up the Hitachi and brought it towards her.

“Yes, please.” Sophie could feel her arousal escaping down her thighs. She flexed again (choke/cough) anticipating the jolt from the vibrator. The cord length stopped 5 inches from her clit.

“Poor baby…. Look at that. It does not reach. Oh, well.” With a wicked grin he replaced the vibrator on the table and looked at her once again. “On your knees”, Justin commanded.

Sophie just saw her orgasm slip through her fingers. With a sigh, she went to the ground. The floor was hard and caused her knees to begin aching after only a few moments. Her ankles were placed together and the rope pulled around them connecting with her upper body. She was hogtied on her knees.

Justin walked towards her with nipple clamps. “Oh shit.” She arched, ready for the initial bite and choked herself again. Sophie remembered that those clamps hurt, but she didn’t remember that the pain momentarily traveled through her whole body for a brief period of time. Her nipple throbbed as he ran his fingers along the chain slowly finding the other one. “AAAAHHHH”, Sophie called out with the second nipple adorned.

Adjusting her numbing knees again on the floor, Justin returned with the crop.

“Baby, please not on my nipples.” Her fear of the pain produced more arousal. Walking behind her, he let the crop fall on her ass over and over. She felt every strike through her clamped nipples. Wincing, she attempted to scoot on her knees. Justin dropped a pillow in front of her and lifted her onto it. That pillow was as soft as a German down comforter. The relief was unbelievable.

“I only want you to hurt when I WANT to hurt you.” His kindness overwhelmed her. He kissed her deeply, and pulled the chain between her breasts. Sophie screamed into his mouth, choking herself once again.

Justin stood and grabbed a handful of Sophie’s hair. Pulling his boxer briefs down, his hard cock sprang for freedom before her face. He moved her head above the tip of himself. She had never wanted anything more. Opening her mouth she placed an inch or so on her tongue. She dragged her tongue slowly over the ridge repeatedly. Sliding his length towards the back of her throat, she had not yet closed her lips and mouth around him.

His firm hand pushed her head until her lips touched his skin, him fully in her mouth. Sophie then engulfed him (choke/cough). She pulled back and used her tongue to dance on the tip of his cock looking up at him through a veil of lashes.

Justin let go of her hair and stepped backwards pulling the fabric over him. Walking behind her, he began to untie Sophie. Such a delicious ache it was, finally being able to stretch her limbs.

“I want you to light some candles and wait for my instructions.” Sophie stood quickly and went into the bathroom where her bag was. Bending over, she grabbed a handful of tea lights. WHAP WHAP WHAP Sophie spun around to see her own hairbrush in Justin’s hand. That was a sting she had never felt before.

“I told you I only want you to hurt when I want to hurt you.” Justin turned her around and bent her over the bathroom sink. His cock was inside her instantly. His thrusts were deep. Sophie still clinched the handful of candles in her hand. Justin continued to deliver swats with her hairbrush as he pounded her. When he reached around and removed the nipple clamps, her eyes met his in the bathroom mirror. Throbbing, she watched him fuck her.

Just as her climax was building, Justin pulled out, spanked her again on her ass with the brush and walked away. “Light the candles, my sweet.”

Sophie stayed bent over the sink breathless again seeing her orgasm fade to black squeezing the candles. She smiled seeing the silver base of them all bent in her hand. Her heart rate increased at what the rest of her evening would hold. Anticipation, trepidation, and apprehension coursed through her.

You see, Sophie had Justin tied spread eagle just the night before. She poured hot wax over his hard cock on the very bed she had just kneeled next to. She knew her punishment would be intense. The two lovers did indeed walk a dangerous tightrope.

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