Sweet surrender

She stands on a bridge, at night, hands on the railing. She's shivering. She is wearing the dress he requested, and nothing but the dress, bare feet and legs in a light,slightly sheer dress that stopsat the knee. The bridge is on the outskirts of the city, a quiet place where park goes into forest right before suburbia.

She holds her hands fast to the cool metal, and keeps her eyes closed. She hears fotsteeps on the pavement, they stop right behind her. She hears the quiet breathing behind her, barely, as the slow stream flows past under the bridge. A sharp intake of breath behind her as a draft of wind lifts the skirt of her dress, revealing the lack of undergarments. There are no other sounds to be heard. A whisper in her ear, hot and raspy, familiar in a sense she can't place, lust and yearning taking her over. «Are you sure?» She nods, eager. A hard smack on her rear makes her yelp. «Answer me,girl.» The voice is strict now, even more familiar, and she wants to turn around, but the agreement was that she didn't. She clears her throat. «Yes. I'm sure. ..Sir.» She swallows. She can feel him smirking, as another hard smack lands on her. She whimpers, not sure if she's whimpering from pain or lust.

She feels her hands being tied to the bridge, wandless magic, and she stops moving,startled and confused. She didn't know that her Orpheus was a wizard. He notices her being silent, and she can feel his amusement. He grabs her bum, squeezing it a bit, before pulling her a bit back. «Bend over a bit more..» She does as she's told, cheeks flushing and her body shivering with lust.

***
Orpheus, or should I call you my reverse Orpheus?

I want to be taken,used and owned, in any setting you are comfortable with. I do not want to know who you are. I need you to punish me, I need you to take me, own me, view me and I don't ever want to look back. Maybe I am Orpheus, not looking back. If any of this made sense to you, DM me.

A drunk ad on a fetish website, slightly broken hearted, all the while too numb to really be broken hearted, had of course brought her a barrage of filthy replies. Most were inane, none near what she wanted. And then there was him.

Names matter not. I will take you, own you, make you want nothing more than to turn to me and beg for more. And you'll get it. Describe your limits, I suspect we are highly compatible.
 

Their few short messages had been enough for her to feel safe and want him, she needed it more than she needed to be safe.They arranged to meet, a stopword, and the one rule. She was never to look back, or he would leave, and never come back to her.

***

She does what he wants, arching her back, sticking her butt out, spreading her legs, like she's ready to be taken right then and there. And she is, really, she's so wet and ready, she kind of feels ashamed for it. A stranger, a wizard, someone who can know who she is. Someone she might know.. The familiar voice praises her. «Good girl..» The dark voice makes her tremble even more. She feels his hands trail up her thighs, grabbing at them, squeezing his way up to the hemline of the dress, that barely covers her nethers.

He lifts it, uncovering her completely. Her round, pale buttocks, her glistening lips, her slight fuzz of hair. He places her dress up at her waist, stands back as if to admire it, and she can feel his gaze upon her, and her desperation increases. «Please..»

«Please ....what?» His dark, rich voice, carrying through her body, vibrating. «Please, Sir», she begs. «Someone will see...» He grabs her buttocks, pulling them apart slightly, the wet slit parting, welcoming his gaze and whatever else he had to offer. «Let them see. I own you tonight. What's the value of a possession if it is a secret?» She panicks, and starts turning her head towards him, eyes wide with fear. He won't leave me like this? But she couldn't even finish the thought before the crack of something leather seared her backside. She cried out in pain and surprise. She'd caught a glimpse of dark hair, but that was all. «What...was..our....agreement». For each word he spanked her buttcheeks with his bare hand, leaving her whimpering. «Don't ..don't look back.» SMACK! «What did you say, girl?» «Don't look back, Sir!» His hand rested on her rear, fingers teasingly close to her more than willing opening. He pulled her lips apart, almost lazily, and she moaned involuntarily. «What's that, girl?» He slid his fingers next to the lips, maddeningly close, massaging the whole area, but never touching the inner lips or clitoris. She writhed, close to coming, and being undone all at once. She was so close, she wanted him,couldn't even speak at this point. «What do you want, girl, tell me?» «Please, Sir, please...so close» She pushed back, hoping for his fingers or better, and again, the belt slapped her buttocks, not so hard this time, some slaps closer to her now soaked cunt.

«Be specific», he paused, smirking from her agony, «or else I can't give you what you want,Miss Granger». When he said her name, he sent a hard slap right on her cunt, and she yelled out. She was dripping.

«You know my name..» She whimpered, panick somehow increasing her lust, the shame only intensifying her need. «I know more than your name, Miss Granger.» The familiarity of the voice.. she was so close to knowing who it was.. If only he weren't stroking her lips with the tip of the belt like that. Smack! «You still haven't told me what you want, Miss Granger..» Smack! Her knees felt like buckling. They had been here forever, it felt like, someone was bound to come eventually and see. Smack! Her hips were moving involuntarily, her whole body was screaming for him. Smack!

«Please, Sir, I want..» Smack! «I need..» Smack! «Fuck me!» The last words shouted out in desperation, and he chuckled. «My, what a wanton slut you turned out to be, Miss Granger. Then again, you always were eager..» Two fingers thrust, suddenly, into her cunt,and slowly pulled back out. She thrust upon his fingers fast and hard, and yet he slowed her down, teasing her to new lengths. «What do you need, Miss Granger? Hm?» His other hand slid under her dress, cupping one of her breasts and teasing the nipple. She was so close, and then he pulled his fingers slowly out. «I need your cock, in me, right now, please, Sir!» her cries carried further over the river than she meant, and flushed bright red.

«I always took you for a busybody..but never such a whore.» The last word whispered in her ear. Hands grabbed at her, her breasts and nipples. She couldn't think, couldn't figure it out, and then the touching stopped. It was like he wasn't even there. She turned to look for him, and there was no lashes, no smacks, nothing. She sank to her knees, dripping, unsatisfied, and alone, as the magic hold on her wrists disappeared.

Next to her, a note floated gently down, landing in front of her.

«If you really want it...come find me. It shouldn't be too hard. Show me how eager you really are.»