Setting the vibrator down on the mattress beside me, Tony heads back to the dresser and pulls out a coil of rope. Kneeling on the mattress, he flips me over roughly, in sharp contrast to the gentle way he carried and laid me down. He pulls me to my knees so my ass is in the air. It's a familiar position, only this mattress is not nearly as soft as the one at the Drescott. He yanks my arms toward my butt and ties my wrists behind my thighs. Pulling my panties down, he exposes my buttocks, which he tenderly caresses before giving one a good hard slap. I've never been spanked before. I can't decide if it's humiliating or a turn-on.
It's both.
"Do you remember your safety word?"
"Yes, sir."
"What is it?"
"Tar Heel."
I hope to God I won't have to use it. He reaches between my thighs and caresses me until I'm moaning.
"You got yourself nice and wet."
I love the way he touches me. My body has a way of responding to his every stroke. Despite having had a killer orgasm, my arousal begins anew. As awesome as the vibrator is, I want to come on his hand. My body ties itself in a knot for him. Please make me come.
But he stops his caresses. Maybe to undress himself. Instead, he stands up and makes a phone call on his cell. He's having a full on conversation in French while I'm bent over with my naked butt in the air, wetness trickling down my thighs, pulsing for his attention.
Part way through his call, he leans down and rubs me between my legs and plays with my clit. A whimper escapes my lips but I try to keep quiet, hoping the person on the other line didn't hear anything. Though it's possible Tony has already relayed that he's feeling up some naked American girl right now. He finishes his call just in time to pick up an incoming call.
"I'm still in the city," he says as he wanders over to the armoire display case. "I'll be back after dinner."
I think it’s Eric he's talking to. I see Tony glance my way.
"I may be a while."
I'm n
ot sure if that's good or bad.
"Tomorrow is fine, but I want to see if my cousin Ben can join us.”
His next call is in Chinese, I assume, and I marvel at how easily he goes from one language to the next. After hanging up, Tony returns to me. Thank goodness. I’m done with being in this awkward hogtie. But he doesn’t untie me and instead caresses the contours of my rump, lightly slapping a cheek. I moan when his hand reaches beneath my derrière and strokes my wet folds. He fondles my clit, which has been starving for his touch. Okay, if he’s going to keep doing that, I’ll stay in this position. His touch feels so good. It doesn’t take my arousal long to go from a simmer to a boil.
He has me hot and bothered, my body starting to strain toward release, before stopping. I watch as he walks back to the display case.
“What would you like to try?” he asks, studying the implements inside the case.
I have no idea. They all look intimidating.
“What’s best for a beginner?” I ask.
He rubs his thumb along his jaw. “That depends. Do you like stinging or thudding sensations?”
Probably neither, but I reply, “I don’t know.”
Opening the case, he pulls out a crop and tests it, smacking it into his palm and against his leg, then situates himself behind me. “We will try stinging first.”
I tense. This is it. My first real experience with BDSM.
“Relax,” he says as he caresses a buttock. “I’ll try to go easy.”
Try?!
I do have my safety word, but crap, I’m putting a lot of trust in this person. I scold my libido for putting me in this situation.
He taps the end of the crop to my ass. The gentle smacks are almost like a massage, warming my flesh, and in between my legs, I'm a furnace of desire. He raps the crop all over my rump, and just as I start to relax, he whacks me a little harder. I yelp, but it's mostly in surprise. The sting fades quickly. He slaps my other buttock a little harder, but it's still quite tolerable. He glances at my face before returning his attention to my backside. The crop gently kisses my ass several more times before landing harder. This time I cry out at the sting, but the pain doesn't linger. So far the fear has been harder to take than the actual impact of the crop.