Chapter 7
ELLA
“Lay face down on the bench, with your arms hanging down at the sides.”
He comes over to me, places a pillow from the bed covering the hole for the face, and says, “Turn your head to the side.”
He lifts one arm, straps it to the metal piece attached to the bench, and then does the same with the other.
“Spread your legs.”
I do, and he attaches my legs to the bottom rails of the bench.
“What’s your safe word, Ella?” He asks as he runs his fingers over my ass.
“Avocado.”
“Mmm,” he hums, “and what will you say if you need a break?”
“Ye-llow,” I stammer quickly.
He rubs his hand over my ass cheek, and then it’s gone before it comes back, slapping my skin.
This time when his hand disappears, I expect it, and a moan slips out.
“Do you like this, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I whimper softly as his hand connects with my ass again and again.
He removes my restraints and says, “Come here.”
I get up and move to him, feeling my face heat.
“When you filled out your list, you said you were okay with being photographed. Has that changed?”
I shake my head no, but then have second thoughts.
“You won’t sell them, or post them online?”
The panic rises in my chest.
“I’d lose my job. I can’t lose my job.”
He removes his mask and presses his hand to my face.
“This is for me, sweetheart, and only if you consent. I swear to you, I mean you no harm. The only man fucking his fist to images of you will be me.”
I gasp, as my clit pulses with need at the thought of him masturbating, while thinking of me, of this night together.
Spinning me around, he unzips my dress and unsnaps the neck strap, until it falls to the floor. Grabbing my shoulders, he turns me back so I’m facing him. His eyes trail my body, taking in the red lacy lingerie he bought me. Both the top and bottom are see through, and tied with red ribbon.
“Fuck,” he groans, and then says, “Get on the bed.”
L walks over to his black bag as I get on the bed. He walks over to the bed with a camera.
“Touch your pussy on the outside of your panties.”
I shut my eyes as the embarrassment fills me.
He’s going to see how wet I am, when he has barely touched me.
“I know you’re wet, sweetheart. Touch yourself for Daddy.”
My eyes fly open, and I see the regret etched on his face as he clears his throat.
“Touch yourself for me.”
I part my legs slightly and place my hand between my thighs. It feels weird to do this in front of someone, but he starts taking pictures of me, and I can’t help but notice the bulge in his pants.
“Untie your panties.”
I grab the ribbon, pull on one side, then the other, as he snaps a picture.
He sets the camera on the bed and goes to the black bag, pulling out what looks like a small tripod. Then I watch as he pulls the legs down, and sees the camera up on it.
“Don’t stop. Ignore the camera.”
He removes his jacket and sets it on the bench.
I rub my clit as he undoes the buttons on his white dress shirt.
When he takes it off, and places it on top of his jacket, a moan slips from my throat.
I’ve never seen a man look like this, other than in magazines and movies.
His arms and chest are muscular and defined.
“Slip a finger inside yourself.”
I do as he says, even though I’ve never done it before. After he sets his pants with his other clothing, he gets on the bed beside me and pulls my hand from my pussy to his mouth.
He licks my finger, with a low growl rumbling in his chest.
Climbing between my legs, he pushes my legs back.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Even your pussy is beautiful. Are you going to be a good girl and come on my tongue?”
He runs his nose up my center as I answer him.
“I’ll try, Sir.”
Placing a soft kiss on my clit causes me to whimper, and he reaches down and grips his length. He presses his tongue inside me and swirls it around. Instinctively, I buck my hips up, and he lifts his head.
“Hold still. Don’t fight it.”
L pins my thighs back and leans his head back down. He places his lips on my clit, sucking slowly then fast, and alternates between the two continually. My entire body shudders as an orgasm takes control of me.
I cry out, as I fight to keep my eyes open. Running my fingers through his hair, I beg for more.
“Please. I need you inside me.”
He glances up at me and chuckles softly.
“After one orgasm? I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
It’s not a want. It’s a need. My body feels like it’s wound tight, even after coming, and I need him like I’ve never needed anyone.
“Please, Sir.”
He gets up and sighs audibly.
“Such a needy girl.”
L fastens both of my arms to the bed using the restraints.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Who’s in charge of this beautiful body tonight?”
“You are,” I answer quickly.
He strokes his cock right beside me and I whimper, because I’m restrained, and can’t touch him. I lick my lips while I watch his length move through his fist. I know he’s torturing me, but it’s the sweetest torture.
“I will decide when you get to have my cock inside that desperate pussy.”
He walks over, grabs the black bag, and sets it on the side of the bed.
“Everything I’m using on you is brand new, and purchased for you.”
He pulls out a black wand, and a girthy pink vibrator.
“I’m not sure what you found in your research on men like me, but I guess you could say I’m a bit of a hybrid Dom. I will punish, if I have to, but I don’t enjoy it. I’m more of a Pleasure Dom. I get off on pleasuring you. I won’t stop again unless you use your safe word. Understood?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”