A Matter of Trust
Things get heated!
I whisper his name in disbelief as he strides down the aisle toward me. “Leōn…”
His magnetic presence fills the entire auditorium as he approaches the stage. On reaching the top of the stairs, he nods to Mistress Kim. “Good evening. I apologize for making you wait.”
“We’re glad you could join us, Nikolaos.” Mistress Kim replies, giving him a relieved look as she sits back down.
I smile to myself, thrilled to learn his given name from the trainer, then turn my attention to “Nikolaos” as he walks up the stairs to join me.
He stares at me possessively as he ties back his wavy brown hair with a band. The act exposes his sexy jawline and those full, kissable lips. Being so close to him makes me forget everything and everyone else in the auditorium.
But I snap back to reality when I hear Headmaster Wallace ask, “Miss Lane, you indicated earlier that you were interested in revisiting the challenge of restraints.”
I turn to face the headmaster, blushing profusely as I stand beside Leōn. “Yes, Headmaster.”
I never dreamed I would be paired up with Leōn again after the reprimand we received the last time we scened together. My blush deepens when I realize my body is physically reacting to his proximity.
I’d forgotten just how intoxicating he is…
The Headmaster asks Leōn, “What do you require for this scene?”
Giving me a smoldering glance, Leōn answers, “I think a spanking bench and a little lace will suffice.”
My insides melt a little when I hear that he will be using the spanking bench.
“Does that sound agreeable to you?” Headmaster Wallace asks me.
I pretend to give it serious thought before nodding my head eagerly.
“Very well,” he states, clapping his hands. I watch as the spanking bench is slowly lowered from the ceiling. As it settles on the floor, I lick my lips in nervous anticipation.
Although the two of us have great chemistry, I still feel a telltale shiver of fear when I catch a glint coming from the metal rings on the spanking bench where my wrists and ankles will be secured.
“Are you frightened, jewel?” Leōn asks in a quiet tone meant only for me.
I turn to face him just as an assistant walks onto the stage to hand him strips of white lace. Seeing them unnerves me, so I answer truthfully, “A little.”
“Then I will remedy that.”
I look up to meet Leōn’s gaze, inspired by his unshakable confidence in me.
“Strip for me, jewel,” he orders in a low voice.
I smile nervously, realizing our scene has begun.
There’s no turning back now…
I need to overcome my fear of physical restraints under Leōn’s skilled guidance, or this scene is going to end with me crying out my safeword because I’m scared of a little lace.
Glancing back at the spanking bench, I return my attention to my partner, who is patiently waiting for me to respond.
Hearing his command to strip reminds me of when I was inspired to do a full striptease for him using Headmaster Wallace’s chair.
With no chair at present, I improvise by supporting myself against the spanking bench.
I lean against the padded furniture, purposely avoiding any contact with the metal rings.
Meeting Leōn’s gaze, I momentarily forget my fears. Somehow, I had forgotten the powerful attraction we share, and I feel a desperate need to connect with him.
With a seductive smile, I remove each piece of clothing, gradually revealing my naked body to him.
“Perfect,” he growls when I am done. “Now present yourself to me.”
Remembering his preference, I move with measured grace as I get down on my hands and knees and spread my legs wide. Lowering my torso to the floor, I press my palms together to wait.
Now on full display for him, I listen to Leōn’s ragged breath as he circles me. “I see you are wet.”
I smile, answering teasingly, “My body has missed you.”
He glances down at the erection straining against his pants. “It appears we are of like minds, you and I.”
I’m turned on by his mutual arousal, and it makes me even wetter. “May I please you, Leōn?”
“Oh, you will…” he murmurs huskily.
My stomach flutters when he holds out his hand to me. Helping me to my feet, he says with a wickedly charming smile, “Mount the spanking bench.”
My excitement immediately cools, and my fear returns when I climb onto the wooden bench. Lying on my stomach against the padded leather, I position my arms and legs on the lower supports, and my hand inadvertently brushes against one of the metal rings.
It reminds me that I’m about to be bound to it, and I shut my eyes tight as doubt begins to creep in.
“Look at me, jewel,” Leōn orders, sensing my sudden fear.
I open my eyes and look up to see him standing in front of me. He surprises me by kneeling down so that his eyes are level with mine.
My heart skips when I look into those beautiful eyes, but my mouth remains as dry as ash as I battle my feelings of panic.
Gently taking my face in his hands, he looks deep into my eyes without saying a word.
At first, I smile nervously, my mind still racing. But as each second ticks by, I find myself becoming lost in the sea glass hue of his eyes. Soon, the world falls away, and it’s just the two of us.
I’ve heard that eyes are the windows of the soul, but I never understood how true that is until now. As the seconds continue to slowly tick by, my fears fade into the background, replaced by a feeling of intense intimacy and closeness.
“Do you trust me?” he asks with a low growl.
I surprise myself when I answer “Yes” with complete sincerity.
A sexy smile plays on his lips. “Good.”
Leōn stands up and lightly traces his hands over my skin as he walks to the other end of the spanking bench. “First, a little tease…”
I bite my bottom lip as he raises his hand and swats my bare ass. The light sting of it sends tiny vibrations of sexual energy down to my pussy.
“Harder, please,” I beg.
“My pleasure.” He smacks my ass with more force. After the pleasant sting of it reverberates down into my core, he surprises me by pressing his hand against my pussy.
I moan with pleasure, my body getting even wetter from his touch alone.
“I want to up the intensity,” he murmurs.
I moan in excitement, eager for more.
That’s when he pulls out a length of lace. “I have a craving to see you bound in lace. Do I have your permission?”
I feel the now all-too-familiar jolt of fear. But, unlike the time before, it is mixed with an underlying feeling of need. I reconnect with him when I look into his eyes and utter the words I never thought I would say, “Yes, Leōn.”
“Very good.” He leans forward and murmurs, “You will be surprised how hard I can make you come bound in my lace.”
My pussy contracts in fearful pleasure, after hearing his bold declaration. He takes the strip of white lace and slowly wraps it around my right ankle several times before knotting it tightly to the metal ring. I silently watch as he binds my other ankle.
But I flinch when he attempts to lift my wrist to bind it.
“Hands can be more triggering, but they also make the experience more fun,” he informs me with a twinkle in his eye. “May I?”
Although my anxiety is steadily rising, my trust isn’t broken, and I nod my approval.
Swallowing down my nerves, I watch as he wraps the soft lace around my wrist and then secures it tightly to the bench.
With only one wrist left to be bound, the prickling sensation of vulnerability threatens to overwhelm me.
Holding up the last strip of lace, he demands, “What do you want?”
My heart is racing, but I realize in that moment that Leōn is handing over the reins of power. I can stop the scene or I can choose to experience total restriction.
The choice is mine.
Facing my fear, I make the choice to be brave. “I want you to bind me.”
“As you wish.”
My eyes grow wide as he wraps my wrist, taking away my ability to move. I let out a sharp breath when he ties it securely in place. Standing back, he looks me over hungrily. “I must admit, there is nothing more beautiful than trust. I am honored. You are truly magnificent, jewel.”
My whole body is trembling, bound up in white lace, with tears filling my eyes. I have never felt so courageous or wanted…or vulnerable.
Goosebumps rise on my skin when Leōn leans in so close that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. “Are you ready to experience true surrender?”
“Yes…” I answer breathlessly.
Leōn’s eyes light up as he moves into position. “First, I’ll rock your body with an orgasm. Then I will claim you.”
Aware of how helpless I am, I let out a frightened squeal when he begins to spank me hard. But despite my fear-or maybe because of it—I’m incredibly turned on by the painful sting of his palm on my ass…
“More,” I plead.
“Of course,” he growls hungrily.
I let out a cry of pleasure as he rains down his passion on my round ass, spanking me harder as my skin ripples from the impact. In my helpless state, I feel my orgasm building, and I am helpless to stop it.
When he spanks me hard enough to leave a welt, I cry out in pure ecstasy, filling the auditorium with my impassioned cry, “Oh…my…God!”
My inner muscles begin to contract as the rush of my orgasm floods my body. Soon, my screams of pleasure fill the auditorium.
Before my climax ends, Leōn moves into position behind me.
I hear him unzip his pants. He firmly grabs my ass with both hands and thrusts his cock into me. I momentarily go mute when he unleashes his passion, pounding his hard shaft into me repeatedly.
“Yes!” I scream, adding my voice to his cries of pleasure as he comes deep inside me.
Once he finishes coming and we’ve caught our breaths, he frees me from the lace and helps me to dress. Then the two of us face the panel of trainers.
“How would you rate this scene?” Mistress Kim asks.
My voice is gruff from my boisterous screams, and it takes me a moment to answer. “Ten out of ten.”
“Including the element of bondage?” Lord Murray presses me.
I nod drunkenly, still flying high from the intense scene.
Headmaster Wallace looks pleased and turns his attention to Leōn. “It would be prudent to minister aftercare.”
“I agree,” Leōn replies, looking at me tenderly.
Dono Marcelo speaks up. “Tonight was a big step, Miss Lane. I look forward to seeing how you progress from here.”
I stare at him in surprise, not knowing how to respond to his kind words.
“Come, my jewel,” Leōn says, his voice gentle. He leads me off the stage and takes me to a private room at the back of the auditorium. The small room is lit with candles and smells of jasmine.
I snuggle up next to him on the long sofa and sigh in gratitude.
“You were impressive out there,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck as he lightly rubs my red ass.
“Thank you…” I purr.
I lay there for several moments, smiling to myself. Then I turn to face him. Lightly running a finger over his perfect lips, I confess, “I’m happy you were my partner.”
“I’m fortunate they called me tonight.”
I sit up, looking at him in surprise. “You mean this wasn’t planned?”
“Not at all. Headmaster Wallace phoned me a little over an hour ago and asked if I would come.”
I sit back against the sofa, staring at him in shock. “And you just dropped everything and drove over?”
“Of course. It was my honor and privilege to fuck you.”
I laugh as he gathers me into his arms.
Laying my head against his broad shoulder, I let out a sigh of contentment, basking in the warmth of our afterglow. I survived my greatest challenge so far—and I did it with a man I trust.