The room was a sanctuary of shadows, lit only by the flicker of candles that dripped wax onto polished mahogany. Elise knelt on the crimson rug, her wrists bound tightly behind her with black silk rope, the fibers biting just enough to remind her of her surrender. Her naked skin prickled in the cool air, nipples hardening as much from anticipation as the chill. The scent of leather and musk hung heavy, mingling with the faint tang of her own arousal.

Marcus stood before her, his presence commanding, a dark silhouette in tailored black trousers and an open silk shirt that revealed the hard planes of his chest. His eyes, molten amber in the candlelight, raked over her, drinking in every inch of her exposed vulnerability. “You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you, pet?” His voice was a low growl, each word dripping with promise.

“Yes, Sir,” Elise breathed, her voice trembling with need. Her thighs pressed together, the slick heat between them betraying her desperation. She kept her eyes lowered, trained on the polished toes of his boots, though every nerve screamed to look up, to see the hunger she knew burned in his gaze.

He stepped closer, the click of his boots deliberate, each sound a pulse in her core. “Look at me,” he commanded. She obeyed instantly, lifting her chin to meet his stare. His thumb traced her lower lip, parting it, and she fought the urge to suck it into her mouth. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice a caress that sent heat pooling low in her belly. “But tonight, I want you to beg for it.”

Elise’s breath hitched, her body trembling under the weight of his words. “Please, Sir,” she whispered, her voice thick with want. “Please… touch me.”

A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. “Oh, I’ll touch you, pet. But only when I’m ready.” He stepped back, retrieving a black leather flogger from the table nearby. The tails swayed as he tested its weight, the soft whoosh of leather through air making Elise’s pulse race. “Spread your knees,” he ordered.

She complied, inching her thighs apart, exposing the glistening heat of her core to his gaze. The vulnerability made her cheeks flush, but the raw hunger in Marcus’s eyes burned away any shame. He dragged the flogger’s tails lightly across her chest, the leather teasing her sensitive nipples, drawing a gasp from her lips. “So responsive,” he purred. “Let’s see how much you can take.”

The first strike was a gentle kiss of leather against her thigh, a warm sting that made her moan. The second was harder, the tails snapping against her other thigh, leaving a delicious burn. Elise’s head tipped back, her bound hands clenching as waves of pleasure-pain rippled through her. “More,” she begged, her voice raw. “Please, Sir, more.”

Marcus chuckled, a dark, velvety sound. “Greedy little thing.” He circled her, the flogger trailing over her skin across her breasts, down her spine, teasing the curve of her ass. Each touch was a promise, each pause a torment. When the leather snapped against her ass, sharp and deliberate, she cried out, her body arching toward him instinctively. “Count them,” he commanded.

“One,” she gasped, her voice shaking as the second strike landed, harder, the sting blooming into heat. “Two.” By the fifth, her skin was ablaze, her pussy throbbing with need, slickness dripping down her thighs. She was lost in the rhythm of his control, each strike a tether pulling her deeper into submission.

He paused, setting the flogger aside, and knelt before her. His fingers grazed her inner thighs, slick with her arousal, and she whimpered as he stopped just short of where she needed him most. “So wet for me,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “Do you think you deserve my touch yet?”

“Yes, Sir,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “Please… I need you.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Then show me how much you want it.” His fingers slid between her thighs, parting her folds, and she moaned as he teased her clit with slow, deliberate circles. Her hips bucked, chasing his touch, but he gripped her thigh, holding her still. “No moving,” he growled. “You take what I give you.”

Elise whimpered, forcing herself to stay still as his fingers worked her, slipping inside her with agonizing slowness. Each thrust was precise, curling against that spot that made her see stars, while his thumb pressed against her clit, driving her to the edge. “Sir, please,” she gasped, her body trembling. “I’m so close."

"Not yet,” he said sharply, withdrawing his hand. She whined, the loss of his touch a physical ache, but his smile was merciless. He stood, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness, the leather sliding through the loops with a sound that made her mouth water. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and Elise’s eyes widened, her lips parting instinctively.

“Open,” he commanded, and she obeyed, her mouth eager as he guided himself to her lips. She took him in, the taste of him salty and warm, her tongue swirling as she hollowed her cheeks. Marcus groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her rhythm. “That’s it, pet,” he growled. “Show me how much you worship me.”

Elise moaned around him, the vibrations drawing a hiss from his lips. She worked him with desperate hunger, her bound hands straining against the silk, her body aching to please him. His hips rocked, pushing deeper, and she relaxed her throat, taking him fully, her eyes watering but her heart soaring with the power of his pleasure.

He pulled back abruptly, leaving her gasping, lips swollen and slick. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough with restraint. He lifted her to her feet, guiding her to the padded bench nearby. “Bend over,” he ordered, and she draped herself across it, her bound wrists resting against her lower back, her ass presented to him.

The first spank was a shock, his bare hand connecting with a sharp crack that made her cry out. “Count,” he said again, and she did, her voice trembling as each smack sent heat radiating through her. By ten, her skin was burning, her pussy dripping, and she was begging incoherently, her body a live wire of need.

Marcus leaned over her, his cock pressing against her entrance, teasing but not entering. “Tell me what you want,” he growled, his lips brushing her ear.

“Fuck me, Sir,” she pleaded, her voice raw. “Please, I need you inside me.”

He didn’t make her wait. With one hard thrust, he filled her, stretching her, the sensation so intense she screamed. He gripped her hips, setting a relentless pace, each thrust driving her against the bench, the friction of the padding against her clit pushing her closer to the edge. “You’re mine,” he growled, his hand wrapping around her throat, not squeezing but claiming. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, her body shaking as the orgasm built, a tidal wave she couldn’t hold back. His fingers tightened on her hips, his thrusts deep and unrelenting, each one pushing her closer to oblivion.

“Come for me, pet,” he commanded, his voice a dark promise. His hand slid between her legs, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts.

Elise’s world shattered. The orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing, a raw scream tearing from her throat as pleasure consumed her. Marcus followed, his growl primal as he spilled inside her, their bodies locked together in the throes of release. He held her through the aftershocks, his touch softening, grounding her as she floated back to earth.

He unbound her wrists, massaging the tender skin, and pulled her into his arms. “You were perfect,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. Elise smiled, sated and safe, her body still humming with the intensity of their connection.