Arms are bound behind her back.
A cloth does turn her vision black.
Heart is pounding, body shakes
Shackles binding feet now along the ground scrape
Anticipation rising, it's coming soon.
The scent of leather fills the room.
Her chest heaves, gentle caress of fingertips
then rouhgly they rake down and grasp her hips.
She gasps
she groans
And bides her silence
Leather strikes skin and her sounds are riled
A hand of hair, a forceful tug
Gentle cooing through his smile smug
Through the pain pleasure is easy to see
Her body lost in pleasure at his demand, "Scream...for me."