Focus

“Young lady, you need to remained focused.”

The deep notes of his soft yet domineering baritone sound right next to my left ear. Oh gods, his fingers are sliding into my hair and gently he tugs at their roots; it sends a tingle down my spine and directly into my already swelling nether lips. Now that his hands are closer I can smell the leather of his gloves as it mingles with his own clean cedar and soap perfume. The animal scent reaches my now flaring nostrils and if I weren't wearing a blindfold my teasing companion might have seen the fluttering of my eyelashes, noticed my pupils dialated by my nearly overwhelming desire.

The leathered fingers slide from my scalp down the nape of my bare neck and along my collarbone. They rest too lightly against my breasts and in defiant need I thrust my erect nipples upwards through the squaring of my shoulders. It earns me a hard pinch to the right one and a rumbling chuckle that drives me wild. Nearly over the edge and he hasn't even taken off the gloves or his own clothes for that matter. His hands move away and I am left shivering with anticipation. How I long for his warm body to touch mine. I can hardly wait and if things continue at this leisurely pace I will fall over the edge of the precipice before he penetrates me.

It's getting harder and harder to keep my hands behind my back and a tell-tale hip squirm earns me a reprimanding clack of the tongue. When did he move away from me? I nearly didn't hear that.

It is only a short moment before he stalks back to me. No flutter of clothing, not bat like swish...I hope he's removed more than just his overcoat.

“My dear I can tell that you are allowing your mind to wander again. Nevermind our long walks through the botanical gardens and forget about the jazz band that played earlier during that street festival. I saw that you were sweet on the singer but you are in my possession right now. You will think of no one but me.”

And I wasn't although now...my mind begins to wander back to the curve of that singer's ass to the tone of his voice, the rapacious smile he gave me... and is rudely drawn back into sharp focus through the sting of a leather glove slapping my exposed behind. I'll bet anything that my tormentor is smirking because he managed to break my focus. Now there is an excuse to punish my lack of control.

He gathers me onto his lap and runs those cool gloved fingers over each cheek. Gently, softly, harder as he briefly looses control and then the first slap comes anticipated yet unexpected. The sting is both enhanced and spread out more evenly by the supple leather which is already warming. I can tell because the smell has become more intense. Several slaps come in rapid succession. The pain is sharp and my muscles tense in response. A few more slaps and the stinging is replaced by warmth and a slight numbness. I think I might make a mess before this is ended. I beg. “Please. Please...I...I can't”

“What can't you do? What exactly do you desire?” His harsh whisper melts me.

I hear the gloves fall to the floor as bare hands nearly simultaneously strike my reddening skin.

“Please...Please take me. I need you. I need to be filled by you.”

One last smack, the hardest one yet so that it might linger long thereafter, bounces off of me and I let out a small squeek.

He spins me around and takes my lips in a demanding kiss. What a great start to this vacation away from it all. This is going to be a long and wonderful evening, I can tell.
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Well that's it. This was fun to write and I hope you've enjoyed reading it. Please let me know what you thought.