Once she's positioned, I approach with the first length of rope, black silk, soft enough not to chafe but strong enough to hold her securely.I bind her wrists together, then secure them to the headboard.
"How does that feel?"I ask, testing the tension.
"Good, Sir."
I work methodically, binding her ankles next, spreading her legs and securing them to opposite corners of the bed frame.The sight of her bound and open for me sends a surge of primal possessiveness through me.
"You're stunning," I tell her, meaning it.
I retrieve a feather from the bedside drawer, using it to trace light patterns across her skin, starting at her collarbone, circling her breasts, and trailing down her stomach.She shivers, goosebumps rising in the wake of the soft touch.
"This is about control," I explain, swapping the feather for a small riding crop."Mine over you, and yours over yourself.I want to see how long you can hold back."
I tap the crop lightly against her inner thigh.Not enough to hurt, just enough to create a sharp sensation.Her breath catches.
"If you need me to stop, you know your safe words."
"Yes, Sir."
I begin a careful dance of sensation, the soft brush of my fingertips followed by the sharper tap of the crop.At first, I avoid her most sensitive areas to build anticipation, while watching her body respond to each touch.
When I finally trace my fingers between her legs, she's already wet.
"Eager," I observe with a smile.
"For you," she whispers.
I lean down, running my tongue along her inner thigh, close to where she wants me but not quite there.Her hips buck slightly, seeking contact.
"Patience, Skye," I remind her, administering a light tap with the crop to her thigh."Remember, control."
I continue the torturous play, bringing her to the edge repeatedly only to deny her release.Her breathing becomes ragged, her skin flushed, perspiration glistening in the candlelight.She's magnificent in her struggle, fighting against both her restraints and her own desire.
"Please," she finally gasps, her control fraying."Please, Sir, I need…"
"What do you need?"I ask, my voice deliberately calm despite the fire raging in my veins.
"You.Inside me.Please."
I shed my clothes, watching her eyes darken as she takes in my body.I roll on a condom before positioning myself between her spread thighs.
"Who do you belong to, Skye?"I ask, brushing the head of my cock against her entrance.
Her eyes meet mine, blazing with something that transcends simple desire."You, Sir.Right now, I'm yours."
The qualification-"right now"-doesn't escape me.It's honest.Realistic.We've made no promises beyond the summer, beyond these walls.
Yet as I thrust into her, feeling her body welcome me, seeing her eyes close in ecstasy, I can't help but wonder if "right now" will ever be enough again.
I establish a rhythm, deep and controlled, watching her face as pleasure builds.Her walls tighten around me, her bound limbs straining as she approaches her peak.
"Not yet," I command, stilling my movements."Look at me."
Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine.The connection is intense, intimate in a way I've never had with anyone else.
I can't look away.It's as if her eyes have me locked in place.Every sensation is intensified and building faster than I can control it.
"Now," I tell her, resuming my thrusts with renewed intensity."Come for me now, Skye."