In Edgar’s dimly lit apartment, heart hammering, I crawl to him on all fours. His armchair throne. Robe slipping off shoulders. Skin prickles with heat. I need the club. For my stupid bet. But mostly for him. Fingers graze his calf. Silk robe falls. Thighs part under my palms. No reaction. Bastard. Shoulder bares. Breast peeks. His eyes flick. Hungry. Robe drops fully. Naked. Kneeling. Breasts thrust forward. Nipples hard as bullets. ‘I’m cold, Master. See my peaks begging.’ He yanks one. Pain shoots. I gasp, scramble between his legs. Fingers pinch both. Twist. Fire blooms. Pussy clenches. Wet already. Hands behind back. Surrender pose. Ass offered high. Cheek on armrest. Fingers point to my dripping heat. Smack. Leather belt cracks flesh. Sting explodes. ‘Pay the price, Manon.’ Yes. Bent over chair. Ankles bound to legs. Wrists tied forward. Ropes bite skin. Heart races wild. Tear falls. He wipes it. ‘Just molesting you, pet.’ Laugh eases fear. Belt in hand. Wide eyes. ‘Ready for this?’ ‘Everything for you, Master.’ First lash. Fire line across ass. Breath stolen. More. Rhythms vary. Gasps. Tears. Yet pussy throbs. Soaked thighs. His breath hot on neck. Checks my eyes. I nod. Fierce gaze meets his. Pride surges. He palms my cheek. ‘Thank you.’ Untied wrists. I arch, breasts proud. His hands roam safe zones. Kisses neck. Hips grind air. Empty ache. ‘Want you, Master. Hard.’ Cock slams pussy. Scream rips out. Brutal thrusts. Deeper than ever. Bond shifts. Closer. Fingers tease clit. I buck. He slaps back. ‘No initiatives.’ Submit. Palms flat. Tease builds. Cock rubs slit. Ass entrance. Gland dips in. Out. Torture. ‘More wet, slut.’ Lie. I’m flooding. Push back. He shoves me down. ‘Hands stay.’ Threat of harder punish. Tremble. Near edge. His fingers circle clit. I shatter. He plunges ass deep. Roar joins mine. Grips hair. Fucks savage. Minds merge. Total ownership. Collapse in arms. Water brought. Sleep claims.
Shower steam. Marks glow red. Ass bruises throb. He catches slip. Strong arms. ‘Want lasting ones?’ ‘Yes. Hit harder.’ Laugh promises hell. Dinner fuels. Strength returns. Dessert ploy. Straddle table. Robe parts. Pussy gleams. Feed cake. Legs spread wide. Cream drips. Lick his lips. Nuzzle ear. ‘Club, Master?’ Chantilly spills. Lean in. Leg hooks chair. Robe unties. He pulls close. Ass on table edge. Face to cunt. Tongue dives. Flicks clit. Sucks folds. Expert. Waves crash. Beg through moans. No words form. Table slick with food. Orgasm grips his head. He rises. Cock invades. ‘Saturday. Sexy dress. Not slutty.’ Thrust seals deal. Fire fades to glow.