Whispers in the Dar

She lay on her side in the middle of the large bed, her long blonde hair fanned across the pillows. The soft gray blanket covered her, but beneath it, she was bare. The room was dark, save for the neon glow from the television, casting flickering shadows across her skin. Gentle music played in the background--a soothing habit, the only way she could sleep. She looked peaceful now, but she wouldn't be for long.

The door clicked open. He stepped inside, quiet, purposeful. He didn't need a key under the mat--she had given him one. He had full permission to enter at any time. She wanted this. She had begged for it, whispered her desires in hushed tones, blushing as she told him exactly how she wanted to be taken--helpless, bound, at his mercy.

He paused at the threshold of the bedroom, watching her. His prize. His possession. A slow smirk curved his lips as he approached the bed, carefully pulling the blanket down to reveal her naked form. The sight of her--soft curves bathed in the dim glow of the screen--made his cock stir with anticipation.

She shifted slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips, but she didn't wake. His fingers trailed over her skin, barely grazing, teasing. She shivered. He bent down, brushing his lips over her nipple before capturing it fully in his mouth, sucking gently. A soft sigh left her lips, her body instinctively responding to his touch.

He reached for the rope he had brought--thick, soft, perfect for keeping her exactly where he wanted her. Carefully, he took her wrist and wrapped the rope around it, securing it to the headboard. She stirred again, her breath hitching, but she didn't resist. She never did.

By the time both wrists were bound, she was halfway between sleep and wakefulness, shifting against the restraints, testing them. He slid down the bed, spreading her legs and securing them at the corners. She was exposed to him now, beautifully vulnerable.

It was time to wake her.

His hands roamed her body, teasing, exploring. He kissed and nipped his way down her stomach, trailing his tongue along the soft curve of her hip before settling between her legs. His breath was warm against her skin. Then--his mouth.

Her gasp shattered the silence.

Her body jerked against the restraints, her eyes fluttering open. For a moment, there was confusion. Then realization. And then--pleasure.

"Wh--oh--" Her voice trembled, shifting into a moan as he flicked his tongue against her clit.

She pulled at the ropes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "You--oh god, you actually did it."

He lifted his head, smirking. "Of course I did, sweet thing. You told me you wanted this. That you wanted to wake up completely at my mercy."

A whimper left her lips.

"I do," she admitted breathlessly. "I want it so badly."

"Good girl."

His fingers replaced his mouth, teasing her entrance, feeling how wet she already was. "You're soaking for me."

She turned her head to the side, biting her lip, cheeks flushed. "I can't help it."

"That's what I like to hear."

He took his time, making her writhe against the ropes, teasing her until she was begging for more. Her moans filled the room, her body straining toward him, desperate for release.

"You want to cum?" he asked, his voice dark, teasing.

"Yes, sir," she gasped.

"Mmm, not yet."

She let out a frustrated whimper, and he chuckled, taking pleasure in drawing it out, in controlling her pleasure.

Eventually, when he deemed her ready, he gave her what she craved, sending her over the edge with his fingers and tongue. She trembled beneath him, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

As she came down from her high, he untied one of her legs, rolling her onto her stomach. He pressed his body against hers, his cock hard against her ass. He leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweet thing," he murmured. "Now, let's see how many ways I can make you beg for me."

Her soft moan was all the invitation he needed.

She barely had time to catch her breath before his hands were on her again, firm yet controlled, guiding her exactly where he wanted her. The sheets beneath her were damp with heat and surrender, her body still trembling from the waves of pleasure he had already wrung from her. But he wasn't done.

"On your knees," he murmured, voice dark with command. He didn't have to raise it--she obeyed instinctively, shifting onto all fours, her wrists still bound to the headboard. The ropes stretched, adjusting to her new position, keeping her exposed and open for him.

He took a moment, his fingers trailing down her spine, slow and deliberate, making her shiver. The weight of his gaze burned into her, drinking in the way her body responded to his touch. His large hands gripped her hips, pulling her back slightly, ensuring she felt completely at his mercy.

"You're breathtaking like this," he murmured, his lips brushing against her shoulder before he nipped at the sensitive skin. "Completely mine."

She whimpered, her head dipping forward, her body already pulsing with need. He wasn't just taking her--he was claiming every inch of her, making sure she felt it, long before he even pressed himself against her.

One of his hands slid between her thighs, teasing, stroking, making her gasp. "Still so wet," he mused, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You love being used like this, don't you?"

She bit her lip, her cheeks heating. He didn't need her to answer--her body had already betrayed her, arching into his touch, silently begging for more.

His hand left her abruptly, making her whine in protest. A sharp smack landed on her backside, not enough to truly hurt, but enough to make her jolt. "Use your words," he reminded her.

"Yes... yes, Sir," she breathed, her voice trembling with both submission and longing.

"Good girl."

He leaned in, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Now, I want you to feel every inch of me," he whispered.

His hands tightened on her hips as he guided himself against her, teasing, lingering just at the edge of where she needed him most. The anticipation was unbearable, her body aching for him, but he took his time, making sure she felt the moment he finally pushed forward.

A moan escaped her lips as he slowly filled her, stretching her, making her feel every inch of his dominance. His grip on her tightened, pulling her back to meet him, making sure there was no space left between them.

"That's it," he groaned, his voice thick with restraint. "Take all of me."

Her fingers curled around the ropes binding her wrists as he set a deep, steady rhythm, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through her body. He wasn't gentle--he was deliberate, controlled, giving her exactly what she craved.

His fingers trailed up her spine, wrapping lightly around her throat, tilting her head back so she couldn't escape his words. "You love this," he murmured against her skin, his voice both a promise and a challenge. "Being taken like this... knowing you're mine."

"Yes, Sir," she gasped, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tightly within her.

"Then let go for me," he commanded, his pace quickening, his grip tightening just enough to ground her in the intensity of the moment.

And she did.

The pleasure crashed over her, raw and overwhelming, stealing her breath as he held her through it, refusing to let her escape the sensation. He followed soon after, his grip on her unyielding as he claimed her completely, his body shuddering against hers.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, the quiet aftermath of something both unrestrained and deeply intimate.

He pressed a kiss against her shoulder, his hands finally loosening their possessive grip, but not letting go entirely. He untied her wrists carefully, rubbing soothing circles against her skin before pulling her back against his chest.

"You were perfect," he murmured, his lips brushing against her temple. "And we're not finished yet."

A shiver ran through her--not of fear, but of anticipation. Because she knew, with him, the night was far from over.