Here’s How It’s Done

The air in the loft was thick, the kind that hums like a low current under your skin. I stood in the center of the room, the dim glow of candles casting flickering shadows across the exposed brick walls. The scent of leather and jasmine hung heavy, blending with the faint musk of her perfume. Charlotte was new to this, a curious spark in her hazel eyes, but there was a hunger there too, one she didn’t fully understand yet. I was about to change that.

“You sure about this?” I asked, my voice low, steady, as I adjusted the black silk blindfold in my hand. She stood before me, her red dress clinging to her curves, her chest rising and falling a little faster than usual.

She bit her lip, a nervous habit that made my pulse kick up a notch. “Yeah,” she said, her voice soft but resolute. “I want to try. Show me.”

I smirked, stepping closer, my boots scuffing lightly against the hardwood floor. “Alright, darlin’. But you gotta trust me. No half-measures.”

She nodded, her breath hitching as I slipped the blindfold over her eyes, tying it snugly behind her head. Her lips parted slightly, and I couldn’t resist brushing my thumb across them, feeling the soft warmth of her breath. “Good girl,” I murmured, and I swear I saw her shiver.

I guided her to the center of the room, where a sturdy wooden chair waited, its surface polished to a gleam. “Sit,” I said, my tone firm but not unkind. She obeyed, her movements cautious without her sight, her hands gripping the armrests as she settled. I knelt before her, my fingers trailing along her wrists, testing her reaction. Her skin was warm, soft, and I could feel her pulse racing under my touch.

“You ever been tied up before?” I asked, pulling a coil of soft rope from the table nearby. The black strands gleamed in the candlelight, promising both restraint and release.

“No,” she admitted, her voice a little shaky but laced with excitement. “Is it… gonna hurt?”

“Only if you want it to,” I said, leaning in close enough that she could feel my breath on her neck. “This is about trust, Charlotte. You give me control, and I’ll take care of you. Deal?”

“Deal,” she whispered, and I could hear the edge of a smile in her voice.

I started with her wrists, looping the rope around them with practiced ease, securing them to the chair’s armrests. The knots were firm but not cruel, designed to hold without biting into her skin. Her breathing quickened as I worked, her body tensing and then relaxing as she surrendered to the sensation of being bound. I moved to her ankles next, tying them to the chair legs, spreading her thighs just enough to make her feel exposed, vulnerable. The hem of her dress rode up, revealing the creamy skin of her inner thighs, and I had to remind myself to take it slow.

“Comfortable?” I asked, standing back to admire my work. She looked like a vision, her body open and waiting, her lips parted as she adjusted to the bondage.

“It’s… intense,” she said, her voice muffled slightly by the gag I’d slipped into her mouth—a soft, black leather ball that fit snugly between her lips. She’d hesitated when I showed it to her, but the curiosity in her eyes won out. Now, her muffled sounds were music to my ears, a mix of nervousness and arousal.

I picked up the whip from the table, a sleek, black leather flogger with soft tails that could tease or sting depending on how I wielded it. “This,” I said, trailing the tails lightly across her collarbone, “is where things get kinky.” She flinched at the contact, then relaxed as the leather caressed her skin, leaving a faint trail of goosebumps. “You tell me if it’s too much, okay? Just nod or shake your head.”

She nodded, her blindfolded face tilting slightly toward the sound of my voice. I smiled, my cock already straining against my jeans at the sight of her, so willing, so ready to explore.

I started slow, letting the flogger’s tails dance across her shoulders, her chest, brushing the tops of her breasts where her dress dipped low. She gasped through the gag, her body arching slightly, testing the ropes. “You like that?” I asked, my voice rougher now, the heat building in my blood. She nodded again, more eagerly this time, and I let the whip fall a little harder, a soft snap against her thigh. Her muffled moan sent a jolt straight to my groin.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” I said, stepping closer, letting the flogger rest against her skin as I leaned in to kiss her neck. Her pulse thrummed under my lips, and I nipped lightly, just enough to make her squirm. “All tied up, helpless, and so fucking wet for me already, aren’t you?”

Her head tilted back, a soft whimper escaping around the gag, and I knew I was right. I dropped to my knees, pushing her dress up further until it bunched around her hips, exposing the black lace of her panties. The scent of her arousal hit me like a drug, and I groaned, my hands gripping her thighs as I spread them wider.

“Goddamn, Charlotte,” I muttered, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh, just above the rope. “You’re gonna drive me crazy.” I hooked my fingers into her panties, pulling them aside to reveal her pussy, already glistening with need. She tensed, her breath hitching as I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her.

Her muffled cry was sharp, her hips bucking against the restraints as I licked her, slow and deliberate, savoring the sweet, musky taste of her. I teased her clit with soft, circling strokes, then dipped lower, exploring every inch of her. “You taste so fucking good,” I growled, my voice vibrating against her sensitive skin. Her thighs trembled, her body straining against the ropes as I worked her, my tongue relentless, my hands gripping her hips to keep her still.

I glanced up, watching her chest heave, her head thrown back, the gag muffling her moans but not silencing them. “You wanna cum for me, don’t you?” I said, pulling back just enough to let my breath tease her swollen clit. She nodded frantically, her body begging for release. I smirked, picking up the flogger again, letting the tails brush lightly over her pussy. She jolted, a high-pitched whimper escaping her, and I knew she was close.

“Not yet,” I said, my voice firm. “You cum when I say.” I gave her a light tap with the flogger, just enough to make her gasp, then dove back in, my tongue working her clit with quick, precise flicks. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body trembling as she fought the ropes, chasing the edge.

I could feel her getting close, her thighs tightening, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I pulled back, replacing my tongue with my fingers, sliding two inside her, curling them just right. “Come on, baby,” I said, my voice low and rough. “Let go for me.”

That did it. Her body seized, a muffled scream tearing from her throat as she came, her pussy clenching around my fingers, a hot gush of liquid soaking my hand. I groaned, my cock throbbing at the sight of her, so undone, so fucking perfect. I kept working her through it, my fingers slowing but not stopping, drawing out every shudder, every pulse of her release.

When she finally went limp, her chest heaving, I untied the gag, letting it fall to the floor. Her lips were swollen, her breath ragged, but she managed a shaky laugh. “Holy shit,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “That was…”

“Good?” I asked, smirking as I untied her wrists, rubbing the slight red marks left by the ropes.

“Fucking incredible,” she said, her blindfold still on, her body still trembling. I leaned in, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. She moaned into my mouth, her hands free now, gripping my shoulders like she needed to anchor herself.

“You did so good, darlin’,” I murmured, pulling the blindfold off gently. Her eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide with pleasure, and she gave me a lazy, satisfied smile.

“Show me more?” she asked, her voice teasing but still hungry.

I chuckled, already reaching for the whip again. “Oh, baby, we’re just getting started.”

The night stretched on, the candles burning low, the room filled with the sounds of her moans, my commands, and the soft crack of leather against skin. Charlotte learned fast, and I was more than happy to be her teacher.