A Hard Nights Work Part 2

It?s fifteen minutes past midnight when I finally knock on the front door of a smart dockside apartment; a part of a warehouse conversion. I?ve hurried here as quickly as I can but we were late closing the bar after the cash register was out by £50. After what seems like an eternity the door opens and there she is, my mysterious red head. ?You?re late.? Her voice flat and cold sent shivers down my spine. ?I?m sorry, there was a problem with?? ?I don?t care. I said midnight or else,? she cuts across my hurried words. ?If you still want to cum you can come in but there is a price to pay for your tardiness.? She looks at me expectantly and I nod in understanding, my mouth dry, my voice a whisper that I don?t trust. She stands back from the door and I step into her loft. We?re on a landing with stairs leading down into the living space. ?Stop there,? she commands and I halt, my breathing as tight as my knotted stomach. ?Strip!? That one single word stops my thoughts, I was expecting a nightcap, elvankent escort a cuddle and a resumption of our earlier liaison but this is cold, authoritarian. I step out of my heels and pull my tee over my head, then I slip my leggings down below my knees and they fall to my ankles allowing me to step out of them. I feel so vulnerable in front of this strange woman, clad as I am in just a black lace bra and thong. ?I said strip. That means everything,? she snaps at me. I comply without a word and stand before her naked. She is wearing a very sheer white kimono, her red hair a stark contrast against the pale silk. She steps towards me and without a word slaps me across my right breast, I jerk back and squeal in pain and shock. ?I said there would be a price,? she repeats and slaps my other breast. ?Still want to cum?? I breathe deeply. 'Oh fuck, what have I got into?' I ask myself. My breasts are stinging but I?m conscious of my pussy getting emek escort bayan wetter. ?Yes please, I still want to cum,? I reply. ?Good. Follow me,? and she descends into the living area of her loft and I follow down the stairs, watching as the kimono moves sinuously over her body. Arriving at her couch, deep red leather and overstuffed, she turns to me. ?You will bend over the back of this couch.? I do think of asking why but an inner voice tells me to accept my fate, and so I bend over as instructed. ?That?s it, trust and obey me and you will know pleasure like never before.? My hostess has moved behind me and is slipping loops of silken rope around my ankles. Moving in front of me, she repeats the action with my wrists and as she pulls she ropes taught I find myself being forced over the back of the couch, my ass in the air. I can?t move with my ankles connected to my wrists via the ropes which now run under the couch. ?Of course to appreciate Escort eryaman pleasure one has to appreciate pain,? she continues and strokes my face with a strip of soft leather. There is a hint of cruelty mixed with arousal as her voice becomes a little huskier. ?This is a flogger, and I?m going to be using it to warm that sweet ass of yours,? she purrs. She is holding the leather in front of my eyes. Then suddenly, unexpectedly, she swipes it firmly across my ass cheek. ?Urrgh.? My voice is muffled as my face is buried in the soft upholstery of the couch. ?Quiet my darling. We don?t want to disturb the neighbours, do we?? As she speaks so she rhythmically swipes my ass, the light stings building into real pain as each new swipe hits a previously tenderised spot. The heat in my ass builds and I concentrate on keeping quiet as my arousal builds, my pussy starting to flood and my juices reaching my thighs. ?Enough I think.? Abruptly she stops swiping my poor ass and strokes it with her hand, letting her fingers part my ass and trail through my wet folds. ?Oh God, was I right about you.? She is speaking to herself, not to me. ?I could see this in you, the need to be taken and controlled.? She has stepped in front of me and I lift my head to look at her, drool running from my lips.