WhistlinDixie

She sputtered and fumed at the man standing calmly in front of her. She was losing the battle with her inner animal. How dare he! How dare bring this dark and wanton creature out of her! Part of her had been begging for it though, vying for attention, straining at the bit for release. This thought flitted across her mind leaving a slight blush in its wake. The man quickly took note of this.

?What is it my dear little filly?? He smirked slightly, enjoying the silence the gag afforded. Her dark eyes snapped up and shot daggers at him. The restraints were beginning to cut slightly into her arms, pulling them behind her back, thanks to the chain anchoring her to the wall. The cold steel driving her mad. But not as mad as sturdy leather collar lovingly wrapped around her throat, every time she moved it was if HE was firmly holding her in place. The thought sent shivers up and down her spine and tickled her nipples just a little more to attention. Her only answer to his question was a rattle of the restraints and a slight show of teeth. His look darkened.

?I see we still haven?t learned our lesson. Willful creatures aren?t you??

She growled.

?I rest my case.? He chuckled lightly, but soon composed his face into deep thought. She quickly swept her eyes over the semi-dark room trying to avoid his probing gaze. He had taken her glasses away, which left her more vulnerable than she cared for. But he could see just fine, the hunter could see his prey. The cool air drifting through the room caught her exposed body on fire. This only served to remind her who was in charge. Goosebumps soon made their mark as the air circled and teased her damp core. Good Lord! He hadn?t even touched her and she was already losing herself! She glanced over to where he was casually leaning on the mammoth mahogany desk in front of her. She could only look at his polished shoes softly glinting in the poor light. She had memorized his attire long ago. From his black slacks to the expertly pressed white shirt. He had lost his tie and jacket long ago. She knew he had just one button unbuttoned at the top, it drove her to desperation. Just a hint of what was underneath and here she was naked for the taking. She tugged on the chain again just to distract herself, to keep her composure just a little longer. The sound brought him out of his reverie.

?Stop.? His tone was of authority she dare not disobey.

He slowly unraveled a long thin chain. Before she could protest he was squarely in front of her without a sound. Unblinking he snapped the chain to her collar and pulled a pair of nipple clamps from his pocket. Absently she wondered how long he had been carrying that around.

?You know what happens now don?t you??

His tone did not betray him but his eyes did. They were full of that sadistic mischievousness she had started to crave. She slowly bowed her head.