She trusted him, not the kind of trust that let him over the walls completely, but the kind of trust where she felt safe. The kind of trust that allowed her to have every part of her body. Even her breath.

He knows that one day, she will let the walls down. Those heavy curtains will be ripped away, she will one day be truly naked before him. Until that day, he will continue to protect her, but take her to places she hasn’t even imagined.

She tastes sweet on his tongue, like a creamy honey. Her thighs tremble just slightly as he sucks her clit. Still standing in front of him, blindfolded, he feels her reacting to him. He slides his finger between her swelling lips, she drips into his palm. He moans into her body, the vibrations of his voice sending a tremor through her veins.

Instinctively, she reaches for him, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pushing him deeper between her legs. She knows, in the far recess of her mind, that she will be punished for this reaction. She is willing to take it. To not touch him, would be the equivalent of not breathing. The vibration of his moans between her legs is making her weak, she leans into him, folding over his shoulder. He pulls away from her, standing up to hold her against him. With her body against him, she can feel his cock pressing against her. Her wetness, the sweetness on his mouth makes him throb for her. With her head leaning against him, he caresses her neck carefully, removes the blindfold, then lifts her face. “Valentina Luna Mia, tell me what you need.” Then he kisses her, a fierce, hot kiss. She tastes herself on his mouth. He pulls away as quickly as he came into her….”Tell me. I want to hear it.”

With downturned eyes, she quietly tells him what she needs, “You, sir. I need you.” He quickly reaches behind her and smacks her ass. “Baby girl, you know I require details from you. Tell me.”

“Yes, sir,” she says with more confidence in her still small voice, “I need you to make me cum. I need to feel you inside of me.”

He kisses her again, “Good girl. You must remember, though, you look at me when you answer my questions. Unless you are told not to. Do you understand?”

Looking directly into his magical, amber eyes, she replies, “Yes sir. I understand.”

He smiles softly. She wants nothing more to please him, to make him proud, to give him that smile. He takes her by the hand and leads her down the hallway. Not another word is said between them as she follows him. As he opens the heavy oak door, she is transported into a world she had only seen in the corners of her imagination. The walls were dark wood, shiplap. Stained a hauntingly beautiful deep mahogany. Dim lights were recessed into the ceiling, glowing like candles throughout the room. The floor was glass-like, so smooth and cold against her bare feet. Colors of copper, scarlet, and charcoal swirled across the floor. She could smell something familiar, but very unique. It reminded her of a time long ago, but she wasn’t able to quite distinguish it at the moment.

In the middle of the room, there it was. This massive king-size bed, draped with deep red sheets, silky and smooth. Huge pillows at the head of the bed, and a dark gray blanket at the foot of the bed. These all were supported with tall posts at each corner. Rings were attached to the posts at various heights. The headboard was constructed with bars, adorned with more rings. At the foot of the bed, she noticed a single bar between the posts, near the mattress. Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.

There, in the corner of the room, she found the source of the familiar scent….. leather. She noticed his belt hanging there, along with a few other choice tools that would undoubtedly be against her skin before their time here came to an end. She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes to memorize this exact moment. She smiled softly as his hand slid over her ass and he closed the door behind them. He instructed her to finish taking her clothes off, and to lay them across the chair in the corner. She did exactly as she was told. He watched as her body was exposed to him. He could look at her for days, her tits are perfectly big and her ass so round and sweet. Her dark hair on her shoulders, tumbling around her face. She stood next to the chair, awaiting more instructions. He walked over to the opposite corner of the room, reaching for his worn leather belt. When he turned back to her, he could see the quickening of her breath and her nipples were instantly hard. His mouth upturned on one side, he loved seeing her anticipation. She stood there, naked…but not trying to cover herself in any way. Her arms at her sides, shoulders back, chin up…she stared at him intently. Watching every move he made. He felt a sense of pride, seeing her like this. She wasn’t always so comfortable being so exposed to him. She’s learning to trust him more every time, and this, is what he needs.

He steps in front of her, she looks into his eyes, trying to read him. Although she already knows it is nearly impossible to do, she tries nonetheless. Dragging the end of his belt over her chest, then back over her shoulders, down to her hips, she shivers. Not because she is cold, but from the feel of the leather on her skin. Her nipples harden even more, causing her breasts to become taught…firm. She can feel her excitement dripping between her thighs. Before she realizes, he spins her around and bends her over the chair, quickly spanking her bare ass with the belt. It stings, she holds back the sound trying to escape from her, as she knows if she yells, he will do it again. Her skin turns bright red, instantly. He leans over, kissing her scarlet skin softly, then rubs his hand across the red mark. He asks her, “Baby girl, do you know why I had to do that?”

“Yes sir. I do.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because you didn’t give me permission to touch you earlier, sir.”

“Did you know you would be punished?”

“Yes, sir. I did know.”

“But you chose to disobey me anyway?”

“I did, sir.” As she said it, she closed her eyes, mentally preparing for another lick from the leather belt.  In that moment, she felt the burn across the other cheek. Then, felt his lips, cooling the sting.

“Good girl. You know to always be honest with me.”

He stood next to her, pulling her close. Kissing her lips softly as he held her face. She could feel the cold steel of the buckle against her cheek. He pushed her chin up as he kissed her throat, and then slide the belt around her neck. Slipping the end through that cold buckle. He pulled it through, tightening it around her.

He could feel her breath quicken, her heart racing, against his hand on her throat. He kissed her again, whispering into her lips…. “My perfect baby girl…. I hope you are ready to go with me to places you’ve never even imagined.” Then lead her, with his belt, to the bed.