Master of Restraints E-Book

Helen Havens

• Herausgeber: Helen Havens
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

This book contains Very Naughty Erotica themes of BDSM Domination and Submission, Bondage, Punishment, Humiliation, and the use of BDSM devices... Trace was loving yet firm with me. What pleasures would Trace seek from me tonight?When it was time to retire to the bedroom knelt in submission, waiting for my Master. I belonged to him, as it should be. Completely knowing each other's needs, desires, and even their quirks, we were wondrously made for each other.When he walked into the bedroom He stood behind me. The chinking sound of the belt buckle being released, the raspy sound of the zipper trailing along its teeth. My breath quickened. What has my Master planned for tonight? I anxiously listened as he opened the bottom drawer and heard soft shuffling noises while he searched for and retrieved what he wanted. But was it what I had wanted?Download “Master of Restraints” right now!

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Master of Restraints

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Master of Restraints

By Helen Havens

Copyright 2017 Helen Havens

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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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I knelt calmly on my soft pillow as he listened to the sounds. He was in the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and the water in the sink running for a while. He must have been waiting for the water to run warm. I was naked and the air was chilly causing me to shiver and my nipples to perk up with soft little bumps rising on the areolas surrounding my dark, pink buds.

Trace was so very good to me, so loving yet firm. What pleasures would he seek from me tonight? I looked down at the floor, not seeing anything, just lost in my thoughts of pleasing him. The intense love I felt for him filled me with joy and I smiled. Oh yes, anything my Master desired, that is what I would give to him. We gave those gifts, the give and take, the sharing of being completely in tune with one another.

I thought about dinner, how I had made a delicious meal and served his favorite wine. I had wanted to welcome his home with love, knowing he'd had a busy day. I had wanted to comfort and adore him and it pleased me to satisfy his emotional needs. I was a nurturer, loved to care for him in any way he needed. He so satisfied my own needs, it was the least I could do for him.

After a good meal and a romantic movie, it was time to retire to the bedroom and now, I knelt in submission, waiting for him to love me, however he chose, in whatever way he chose, at any time he chose. I needed to give to him and needed to feel him giving back to me. I belonged to him, as it should be. Completely knowing of one another's needs, desires, and even their quirks, they were wondrously made for each other.

When Trace walked into the bedroom I held my breath for a moment waiting for his caress but he ignored me. He stood behind me near the dresser as he slowly removed his clothes. My breath quickened as I listened to him. The chinking sound of the belt buckle being released, the raspy sound of the zipper trailing along its teeth, the smooth rustle of pants spilling down his chiseled long legs to the floor then his sweater being pulled over his big muscular arms, thick broad shoulders, and over his head. Picturing it in my mind I watched him undress in secret bliss. The soft thumps of his feet as he stepped in front of me caused my heart to leap, my stomach to jerk with anticipation of feeling his touch and fulfilling his desires.

Trace raised my chin with his finger until my eyes were in line with his crotch. He gazed down at me with love, smiling as he stroked his cock with his fingertips, watching me lick my lips. The anticipation on my face was beautiful. The way I worshiped his monster cock gave him such joy. He grazed my lips with his pre-cum moistened finger tip and I softly moaned as he bent his manhood forward, onto my wanting lips. Trace was just as excited about me sucking him as I was, but I would have to wait for it until he was ready. He delighted in teasing me until I begged for his manly goodness. He slowly caressed my face with his fingertips, from my forehead, over my eyes, down my nose, across each cheek. He loved the feeling of rubbing himself over the soft skin of my face. After a few minutes of the sensual teasing he left me and went to the dresser. I listened as he opened the bottom drawer and heard soft shuffling noises as he searched for and retrieved what he wanted.

I listened as he approached me and the first thing he saw was his feet then a single clothespin dropped at my knees. Then another and another, until he counted eight lying on the carpet before me. Then a soft clinking sound as nipple clamps fell and the chain caught up with them on the floor. Next I watched as coils of soft rope swirled to the ground in a serpentine movement. A soft whooshing sound made me look to the side and I caught a glimpse of the black leather strips of the flogger swinging close to my head and then was deposited on the floor in front of me. He reached down and gently cupped one of my large round breasts and stroked my nipple with his thumb, slowly back and forth, until it was fully engorged. Excitement bubbled up in me as I watched him tease my nipples. I absolutely loved having my tits played with, it made me so hot!

"Hand a clothespin to me,” he whispered. My small hand reached out and held one up to him. He liked the way the dark red polish on my nails glistened in the light, such a sexy contrast to my pale hands. He stretched my nipple out between his thumb and forefinger and clasped the clothespin on my areola, to the right of the nipple. "What do you say, my lovely slut?"