rest on
his shoulder. "I am here for you to play. Show me the dark beauty,
Maestro."
A tremor went through his body. He bowed his
head. "Leave while you still can."
Marielle slowly walked around him, taking the
cello from his hands and leaning it against the window before she
returned and knelt before him, her hands folded and her head
bowed.
"So be it." He bent down and scooped her up
under his arm, carrying her out and down the hall to a door he
kicked open.
Marielle gasped at her first view of
Maestro's discipline room, which had been painted snow white to
show off the floor-to-ceiling racks of cuffs, straps, whips and
floggers. Several padded tables and benches lined the walls, with a
large, x-shaped cross fitted with manacles at all four ends taking
up the center of the room. Before she could struggle, Raven placed
her on her feet and jerked her close.
He seized the front of her dress and tore it
open to the waist before he reached inside to fondle one heaving
breast. "Such lovely tits. They're aching for me, aren't they?" He
caught her nipple between his thumb and finger and tugged it
sharply. "They want my mouth and my tongue."
Marielle didn't have to act when she answered
with a breathless, "Yes."
He took his hand away. "You have not earned
the pleasure." He dragged her over to the cross, flinging her
face-first against it and snapping the manacles over her wrists and
ankles, which left her spread-eagled against the soft padded
leather rack. "You must be punished."
As he reached beneath her skirt, Marielle
took in a shuddering breath and tried to look back over her
shoulder at him. "But I've done nothing wrong."
"You defied me by coming here tonight."
Raven's hand cupped her sex. "I've barely touched you and you're
already wet for my cock," he said, stroking his fingers over the
damp crotch of her panties. "You came to be fucked."
"No, I didn't," Marielle whispered. She felt
Raven reach into her panties to caress her slick folds with his
fingertips. Like this she couldn't escape his touch, or anything he
did to her. The helplessness almost overwhelmed her. She whimpered
as he penetrated her with two of his fingers and began working them
in and out of her sheath. The friction spread heat up through her
belly and into her breasts. She could even feel it creeping up her
neck and flooding her cheeks.
"Your body says you're a liar." Raven moved
closer, still pumping his fingers into her as he pushed his thumb
back and forth over her clit. "You're burning up with it, my little
cock slut."
As she writhed against the manacles, Marielle
could hear the wet sounds of her body's response. What he was
saying now wasn't part of the script but it didn't matter. The dark
thrill that sizzled through her made her tremble violently. Raven's
merciless fingering pushed her so close to a climax that when he
withdrew his fingers from her pussy she nearly screamed.
"You must atone for what you've done to me,"
Raven said, shifting back into Maestro's character. He ripped apart
the back of her dress, exposing her back as he stripped the
shredded garment from her body.
Marielle cringed as she watched him move to
the wall, where he took down a thick-handled flogger and flicked it
experimentally. The long strips of suede attached to the handle
made a whispery sound that chilled her -- and made something else
inside her yearn.
Raven came back to her and with one swipe of
his hand ripped her panties from her body, leaving her completely
naked. As the cool air touched her bare buttocks and back she
panicked for a moment and nearly called out her safe word. She felt
his big hand stroke her from her nape to the small of her back and
knew she wouldn't, even when his hand delivered a stinging slap to
her buttocks.
"You came to me willingly," Raven told her
sternly as he stepped back. "You have been begging for this since
the first moment I saw you. Haven't you?"
Now the flogger lashed across her buttocks.
The impact made Marielle
his shoulder. "I am here for you to play. Show me the dark beauty,
Maestro."
A tremor went through his body. He bowed his
head. "Leave while you still can."
Marielle slowly walked around him, taking the
cello from his hands and leaning it against the window before she
returned and knelt before him, her hands folded and her head
bowed.
"So be it." He bent down and scooped her up
under his arm, carrying her out and down the hall to a door he
kicked open.
Marielle gasped at her first view of
Maestro's discipline room, which had been painted snow white to
show off the floor-to-ceiling racks of cuffs, straps, whips and
floggers. Several padded tables and benches lined the walls, with a
large, x-shaped cross fitted with manacles at all four ends taking
up the center of the room. Before she could struggle, Raven placed
her on her feet and jerked her close.
He seized the front of her dress and tore it
open to the waist before he reached inside to fondle one heaving
breast. "Such lovely tits. They're aching for me, aren't they?" He
caught her nipple between his thumb and finger and tugged it
sharply. "They want my mouth and my tongue."
Marielle didn't have to act when she answered
with a breathless, "Yes."
He took his hand away. "You have not earned
the pleasure." He dragged her over to the cross, flinging her
face-first against it and snapping the manacles over her wrists and
ankles, which left her spread-eagled against the soft padded
leather rack. "You must be punished."
As he reached beneath her skirt, Marielle
took in a shuddering breath and tried to look back over her
shoulder at him. "But I've done nothing wrong."
"You defied me by coming here tonight."
Raven's hand cupped her sex. "I've barely touched you and you're
already wet for my cock," he said, stroking his fingers over the
damp crotch of her panties. "You came to be fucked."
"No, I didn't," Marielle whispered. She felt
Raven reach into her panties to caress her slick folds with his
fingertips. Like this she couldn't escape his touch, or anything he
did to her. The helplessness almost overwhelmed her. She whimpered
as he penetrated her with two of his fingers and began working them
in and out of her sheath. The friction spread heat up through her
belly and into her breasts. She could even feel it creeping up her
neck and flooding her cheeks.
"Your body says you're a liar." Raven moved
closer, still pumping his fingers into her as he pushed his thumb
back and forth over her clit. "You're burning up with it, my little
cock slut."
As she writhed against the manacles, Marielle
could hear the wet sounds of her body's response. What he was
saying now wasn't part of the script but it didn't matter. The dark
thrill that sizzled through her made her tremble violently. Raven's
merciless fingering pushed her so close to a climax that when he
withdrew his fingers from her pussy she nearly screamed.
"You must atone for what you've done to me,"
Raven said, shifting back into Maestro's character. He ripped apart
the back of her dress, exposing her back as he stripped the
shredded garment from her body.
Marielle cringed as she watched him move to
the wall, where he took down a thick-handled flogger and flicked it
experimentally. The long strips of suede attached to the handle
made a whispery sound that chilled her -- and made something else
inside her yearn.
Raven came back to her and with one swipe of
his hand ripped her panties from her body, leaving her completely
naked. As the cool air touched her bare buttocks and back she
panicked for a moment and nearly called out her safe word. She felt
his big hand stroke her from her nape to the small of her back and
knew she wouldn't, even when his hand delivered a stinging slap to
her buttocks.
"You came to me willingly," Raven told her
sternly as he stepped back. "You have been begging for this since
the first moment I saw you. Haven't you?"
Now the flogger lashed across her buttocks.
The impact made Marielle
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