Punished

Fate can feel good

My anxiety is climbing as I can feel the heat from Marco’s thigh on mine, as we sit in the back of the SUV. I hope this isn’t a far drive because my bravery is becoming short lived the longer we drive. As if sensing I needed a distraction, Marco quickly unbuckles my seatbelt and pulls me onto him so I am straddling his lap. Oh s**t, I moan out loud, as I feel his long thick c**k through my underwear. He light squeezes my throat as he whispers in my ear to keep it down, as only he is allowed to hear my moans. I have to bite my lip as I hear his deep voice say this to keep myself from doing it again. He pulls me to him and slams his lips on to mine, his tongue pushes my mouth open and starts exploring, unable to help myself I grind up and down his c**k, aching for my release. Do you want me Miranda, he asks quietly in my ear. Oh yes, I whisper back, getting closer as I grind on him. We are here, he tells me, as he sits me beside him again in the seat. Another guard opens the door to a magnificent brownstone in the upper west side. It is just gorgeous. I am in awe as I’m lead into the antique structure and I am not disappointed with the decor. Very gothic but classic at the same time. Marco places his hand in the small of my back as he leads me up the stairs. I will give you a tour later, I can not wait much longer to get what I want, he tells me as he leads me into an enormous bedroom with a four poster king size bed. Oh wow! I stop in my tracks as my eyes catch the other half of the room. What in the b**m freak show did I just walk into?! There are shackles bolted to the wall, various hooks and metal loops places around the room. One is even on a track that can be lead around the room. On the back wall there is a shelf that houses both whips and paddles, a dresser is beside that, I swallow the lump in my throat as I imagine what is kept in there. Ummmm, I start, not really sure how to finish the sentence. I feel Marcos hand at my back again as he softly leads me closer to that part of the room. I understand this may be frightening, but please let me explain before you say no. Okay, I tell him, intrigued by some of the objects I am seeing. This is strictly for pleasure Miranda, both mine and yours. However in order for this to work you must both trust me and yourself to stop if it becomes to much. We will only explore what your are comfortable with, but I do so hope you enjoy it, and agree to be my ongoing partner. I softly agree, as I watch Marco walk over to the dresser and pull a silk piece of cloth out. I hold my hand up, suddenly insecure, please, I want to see you, I tell him as he walks back over to me. Okay, Miranda, he replies and sets the cloth on to the bed. I watch as he slowly removes his shirt button by button, driving me insane, as he lets the shirt hit the floor. Oh my! I am in way over my head, I think as he starts to undo his belt. There is no way a man that looks like that could want me. Not realizing the tears had fallen, until Marco stopped undressing and wiped them from my face. Miranda? He questioned, unsure where my tears are coming from. I um, think this is a misunderstanding. I mean look at you! I yelled and then motioned to myself, how could you want me? Before I could retreat, Marco grabs me by the ass and pulls me against his erection, now thicker and throbbing. Oh god, I moan, as he growls in my ear, you will not put yourself down in my presence. I know you can feel just how bad I want you. Clothes off now! He said, his voices raised and demanding. Oh so hot. Slowly I started to strip as I kept my gaze down, not wanting to see his reaction to my body. Standing fully naked in front of him I stare at the floor. Miranda look at me he commands, and I raise my gaze to his, fighting back the tears. Holy f**k, the predatory look in his eyes sends me over the edge and I throw myself at him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he catches me. Chuckling, and mumbling something about rules, He walks us over to one of the metal loops in the ceiling and grabs a pair of shackles off of the shelf. He shows them to me, as if questioning if I’m okay with it. I softly whisper yes as he fixes my hands in the shackles and attaches them to the loop in the ceiling. Standing there with my arms stretched above my head fully naked, I felt both terrified and excited. We will start out simple, he says, but Miranda I need you to trust that I will not hurt you, sometimes with a little pain comes a lot of pleasure. It can get intense, so you must tell me if you need to stop. He walks up behind me and starts messaging my ass with both hands. Slowly moving to my front, he takes both n*****s between his fingers and slightly pinches. Oh! I cry out, again dripping wet. This man is really a god. I feel his c**k at my entrance as he tells me to beg for it, please! I moan out as I press my self against him. I scream his name as he slams into me holding on to my shoulder and my hip, he continues his rhythm as we both get lost in the building fire. I am so close, but so far as I again cry out please! Why is it I can never have an orgasm? I am so frustrated when I hear him growl in my ear, Tell me what you need Miranda, as he continues slamming into me. Pain! I yell, unsure but needing my release so badly I was willing to try anything at this point. That’s my girl he moans as he pinches both of my n*****s really hard at the same time he slams into me. And I am so excited to give it you he growls, as my release hits me with a force so intense I fall into my shackles. So spent I can move, I just lean into my restraints. Marco lifts me up into his arms as he releases me and carries me to the bed. I am placed into a cloud of silk as I slip Under the covers. I feel Marco slide in beside me and he pulls me to lay on top of him. I have no energy to fight it, as my body has never experienced an orgasm, especially one so intense. I drift off to sleep, as I hear Marco whisper, sleep now my queen. Wait, Queen?