Steele eyed the food hungrily and made a tidy plate for himself before sitting down. As he ate, I stood in the corner awkwardly, unsure if he wanted me to eat with him.
Our last few dinners had been so quiet and weird. I just didn’t want to rock the boat.
“Do you like it?” I asked nervously from the corner. I knew the answer to that question, but I just wanted an excuse to talk to him.
Steele grunted, wiping his mouth with a napkin. I felt awkward standing around, so I went back to the kitchen to grab a champagne bottle.
I took a wine glass from the counter and set it on the table.
My hands were shaking slightly as I poured it slowly.
Swallowing hard, I caught a glimpse of Steele.
His eyes were closed as he enjoyed his food, and I couldn’t get over how attractive he was.
I wanted him so badly.
When the glass was full of champagne, I took a step back and placed the bottle on the table.
Taking a deep breath, I started to walk back towards the bedroom.
“I’m going to go shower.”
“Wait.”
My body felt hot and nervous as Steele’s gruff voice stopped me. Turning slowly, I walked to Steele with my head lowered.
What if he was upset I didn’t sit for dinner?
Or maybe he’d apologize for how cold he had been towards me?
My heart was racing as I mustered the last courage I had within me and looked into Steele’s eyes.
“Yes?”
Steele took a long sip of his champagne before looking up at me.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
I shrugged. “I’m not that hungry.” While it wasn’t a complete lie, I knew that if I stayed in his presence any longer I’d fall for him even more. Besides, there was nothing more to say…at least, nothing I could say without feeling awkward.
“Nonsense. You’re a growing girl, and you need to eat.”
I nodded reluctantly and went back to the kitchen to grab a plate.
As I made my way back to the table, Steele pulled out a chair right in front of him.
“Thanks.” I plopped down in the seat and tried to eat without staring at Steele, but I could feel his eyes on me.
I swallowed hard and forced myself to look up. Steele’s eyes were boring into mine as he tore in his fish.
Was he angry with me?
I reached for the champagne and poured myself a glass. I could see Steele smirking.
“You like champagne now?” He asked as he twirled pasta on his fork.
I shrugged and took a big gulp of my champagne. I winced softly from the tart taste. I actually hated champagne and preferred wine. But I wanted to seem more adult.
“It’s not too bad,” I lied taking another sip.
Steele laughed and reached over for the champagne glass.
“You hate champagne. You always scrunch your nose whenever you drink it.”
“So you notice me?” I asked smoothly. Steele didn’t reply and for just a second, I felt a flicker of satisfaction knowing that I’d made him angry. It was satisfying to know that I’d managed to affect him for once, even if it was negative.
“Of course I do, Rosy,” Steele growled quietly as he got up from the table. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine. My favorite wine.
I exhaled heavily as he strode back to the table and poured me a fresh glass of wine.
Picking it up, he held it to my lips. I slowly trailed my eyes up his body, landing on his eyes. They were soft, almost as if he was begging for another chance.
I brought my lips to the glass, letting my lips slip over the rim, and took a long sip of the wine. It was sweet and warm on my tongue.
Steele brought his hand to my lips and wiped away any lingering wine.
“That’s sweet.”
Steele knelt down, his face close to mine.
“Just like you.” He took my hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly.
My heart raced as he kissed up my arm, making his way to my neck. I was positive he could feel how weak I was becoming. As always, the slightest touch from Steele made me quiver.
How was he so amazing at this?
He could make me forget how sad or upset I was the minute he kissed me. The world itself could be crumbling into a thousand pieces and I wouldn’t notice, not as long as Steele was kissing me.
“Steele,” I whispered as he ran his hands along my thighs, crawling up even further. My pussy ached for his touch and I shifted in my seat as my panties became wet.
“You like that, don’t you?” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. I knew he could tell how weak he made me.
I nodded as my lips twitched.
“Y-yes.”
Steele gently sucked on my neck, adding more pressure with his teeth. I exhaled sharply as my eyes rolled back in my head.
He grabbed my tits suddenly, squeezing them hard. As he ran his fingers over the stiff peaks of my nipples, I gasped and moaned with pleasure. My body began to quiver and shake and I licked my lips, eager for Steele.
My pussy was becoming more and more drenched by the second.
“And that?” Steele dipped his head to mine, kissing me roughly. He shoved his tongue between my lips, then softened his mouth against mine until I melted.
I swallowed hard and nodded.
“Y-yes.” My voice was quiet and hoarse.
He kissed me once more, nibbling on my lower lip with his teeth until I shuddered. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I was ready for him to carry me away, for him to make me his.
But he quickly pulled away. He had a crazy look in his eyes.
“I wanna try something,” he said breathlessly. There was a glint of dark promise and excitement in his blue eyes that I hadn’t seen since the day he’d taken my virgin ass in the pond.
I swallowed and nodded. I was hesitant, but I’d do anything for Steele.
“I’ve never wanted you so badly before,” Steele growled. He stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it on the floor.
Standing up, I started to take my shirt off as well, but he stopped me.
“You don’t want to fuck me?”
“Oh, I want to fuck you, Rosy. And I will fuck you. But right now, I need you to go into the bedroom and get naked for me. Wait for me in there.”
I smiled nervously and walked to the bedroom. My heart pounded with every step.
Once inside, I ripped my shirt off and kicked off my jeans. My clothes fell to the floor and the chill air made my skin tingle as I waited for Steele. I had no idea what he was planning, but I knew that no matter what was coming, I was game.
I sprawled across the bed with my ass in the air, and remained there for a minute before I heard Steele coming in.
There was a strange jingling noise. When I turned around, my mouth fell open.
Steele stood by the side of the bed. There was a shining, clanking pair of cuffs in his hands.
“Get up.”
I stood up abruptly with my heart pounding. Thrills were shooting through me as he stepped closer to me and grabbed my wrists.
Without speaking, Steele slapped the handcuffs on my wrists and yanked me by the arm to the closet.
“I’ve been meaning to do this for the longest time,” Steele grunted as he hooked my hands above my head. When I tried to move my hands, the chains jingled and my wrists remained high above my head. My shoulders ached almost at once, but I was too excited and horny to care.
Excitement was blasting through me as he put a blindfold over my eyes.
“Yeah?” I asked breathlessly. My heart was pounding in my chest.
“Yes. But I need you to shut up. No talking.” As I opened my mouth to reply, I felt Steele shove something damp and wet inside. I gasped and flushed hotly as the taste of my own wet pussy spread across my tongue. Steele had gagged me with my panties, and I could hardly make a sound.
I was fully submissive now, and
I loved it.
Steele ran his hands all across my body. He squeezed my tits and sucked on my nipples, then he smacked my ass hard. I yelped and moaned behind my gag, twisting my body to follow each move of Steele’s hands.
I wanted nothing more but to be his object. His toy, his plaything. Not being able to see what Steele would do next added an extra dimension of sensuality to our lovemaking, and my senses were heightened as I hung in the closet.
His touch was electric. His fingers moved up and down my body, across my throat and tits and waist. Steele’s hands played between my thighs, grazing my clit but never coming close enough to pleasure me. It was torture to hang like that, waiting for Steele to fuck me.
But it was the most heavenly kind of torture I could imagine.
“You like being tied up like a little whore?” Steele grunted, this time very close to my face.
I squealed through the gag and tried to push my pussy forward. Steele grabbed my hips, then slid his hands to my tits. He then squeezed my nipples hard. I yelped and squealed again as his grip got tighter and tighter.
“You have beautiful nipples, Rosy. I want to see them in clamps.”
I heard Steele walk away briefly to grab something from off the bed, then walk back over to me. He smacked my ass hard, and then I felt a sharp pinch on one of my nipples. It stung and felt amazing at the same time and I gasped, nearly choking on my soaked panties.
My breath was heavy and jagged as Steele gently pulled the clip, stretching my nipple. Pleasure raced down my spine and my chest was heaving with desire.
Steele chuckled then placed another clip on my right nipple. I cried out again, my muffled sounds sending shocks of heat through me.
“If you’re a good girl,” Steele said as he ran his tongue on my neck in circles. “You’ll keep them on for me. You look so beautiful, Rosy,” he added in a low murmur that sent shivers down my spine. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look prettier.”
I nodded as tears slipped down my face. How could pain feel so good?
Steele kept the clamps on my nipples and stepped away from me, unbuckling his belt. I could hear it jingle as he quickly took it off. His jeans fell to the floor with a clump, but he kept his belt in his hand.
He ran the cool leather down my body, around my neck and waist. Then I felt the leather belt between my thighs, stopping at my clit. I could feel my pussy throbbing with heat, desperate to be sucked.
Taking the belt away, he paused for a brief couple of seconds before slapping my pussy with the belt. My body jumped, awakened by the sensation.
I liked it.
“More!” I cried through the gag. Steele must have sensed my pleas, because he slammed the belt against my pussy again, this time harder. It was delicious pain, the kind of sensation that would drive me wild.
I could feel my clit getting harder and harder with each slap.
He slapped the belt on my cunt, then stepped closer. “I know you like that,” Steele purred. “Tell me you like it.”
A muffled grunt from behind my panties was all I could mutter. When I heard the soft sound of the belt falling to the ground, I knew that I’d pleased Steele.
I gasped as the clamps were yanked away from my nipples. The cool air felt heavenly for a moment, but I missed the intense sensation. I wanted more – I wanted Steele.
My nipples were pulsating from the clips, and my pussy was throbbing like crazy.
But he wasn’t done with me.
Steele walked away again, and when he returned I could tell he had something even better in his hands.
“You ever used a vibrator, baby girl?” A soft buzz filled the air, before I could reply.
I shook my head. I had never even thought to pleasure myself before Steele.
Steele chuckled and placed the vibrator on my wet pussy. A delightful buzzing sensation spread through my body and I moaned, arching my back and pushing my big thighs wide apart to allow Steele greater access to my cunt.
Moans erupted from me as Steele pushed the vibrator against my clit. It felt so good I didn’t think I could take it.
“Fuck!” I cried out from behind the gag. The pleasure was so intense that I was shaking, but I still wanted more.
Sweat dripped from my body as Steele worked the vibrator against my clit. Just when I was about to explode in a powerful orgasm, Steele pulled the toy away from my body and I whimpered helplessly.
“You come when I say to.”
I nodded my head stiffly, slightly disappointed.
Steele smacked my ass again and kissed me on neck.
I could feel his warm mouth kissing and licking my stomach, finally stopping at my wet pussy. I spread my legs, inviting his tongue inside.
But he teased me at first by licking around my dripping wet cunt. Steele nipped at my thighs and my labia, grazing his teeth along my sensitive skin.
His tongue grazed the top of my clit, but he wouldn’t keep it there for long. I moaned in frustration.
I wanted him to suck my clit hard, but he was intent on making me beg for it.
“Baby girl, I gotta make sure you deserve it,” Steele breathed.
I twitched as he stuck the tip of his finger inside my pussy. I tried to push it in further, but he pulled it out, laughing at my frustration.
I desperately wanted to free my hands and shove my wet pussy in his face, but I knew that was off limits.
Steele wanted me to be patient. He liked to know that I would go through hell to let him please me.
I relaxed my legs and tried to steady my breathing.
Steele kissed along my stomach, slow and agonizingly sweet.
“Why are you so perfect?” Steele whispered the words against my stomach and I shivered.
I shivered at the sound of his voice. His words seeped through me, making my heart pound in my chest.
“I want you,” I muttered, inaudible through my gag. Steele kept kissing me all over my body.
I felt warm from his touch. And even though I was bound and gagged in a remote cabin, I felt safe and warm. I knew that Steele would never let anything hurt me.
Steele rubbed his hot, sweaty body against mine. His heart was pounding just as hard as mine, and for a moment I felt as if he was a part of me.
I didn’t want him to stop caressing me. For a moment, I had a dream of us being together forever.
The cabin would be our haven as we lived our beautiful lives together.
I snapped back to reality as Steele sucked on my clit. He slid a finger inside my pussy and I threw my head back and moaned.
I cried out, as if I was being awakened from death.
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