Serving Mr. Stevens, Part Two: Lover's Complaint -- An Erotic Romance (Part 2 of 5) Read Online Free PDF

at the level of his crotch. I could see something black and leather in his hand. It looked familiar, but I couldn’t make out what it was at first. Suddenly, I winced: it was a riding crop. I recognized it from some X-rated movie I’d seen once, but I’d never imagined I’d encounter one in person. In his other hand dangled a long coil of rope. I shuddered as I imagined the pain Mr. Stevens intended to inflict on me.
     
    He stepped behind me and pushed my head forward, grabbing my wrists possessively and pulling them behind my back. He bound my arms with the rope quickly, with a quiet focus that suggested he’d done this many times before. In just a matter of seconds, my hands were tied firmly. I tested them, just to see if there was any wiggle room, but of course the rope was bound so tightly that I couldn’t really move my hands at all. I was bound and helpless, at his mercy – exactly where he wanted me.
     
    He stepped in front of me again, his crotch a few inches from my face. “We’re going to play a game, Candace,” he said. “You’re going to undo my zipper, pull off my pants, and get me hard, using only your mouth. You’re then going to suck my cock. If at any time you lose your balance, if you complain, or if I decide you’re not performing to my satisfaction…” Crack! He whipped the riding crop against the floor, just next to my body. I jumped. He ran the leather tip of the riding crop over my shoulder and across my cheek.
     
    “Trust me,” he said, “this hurts.”
     
    Without waiting for further instruction, I did as he had told me, gripping the zipper of his slacks with my teeth and slowly pulling it down. It was hard to get a good grip on it, and my off-balance fumbling was causing my knees to rub painfully against the stone floor. I winced, but remembered his command not to say anything. “Good girl,” he cooed, as the zipper came down. “Now for my belt.”
     
    I took the brown leather of his belt in my mouth, pulling it out of the loops of his waistline. The buckle was more challenging. I maneuvered back and forth, struggling and straining to undo it. “Come on,” he said, equal parts threatening and encouraging. “Hurry up.” Finally, the belt came loose with a satisfying snap. I grabbed the fabric in my teeth and pulled down his slacks, not even attempting to undo the button of his fly. He was wearing a tight pair of navy boxer-briefs that left very little to the imagination; the sight of the growing bulge there sent a chill of excitement through my system. I was degraded, in pain – and unbelievably turned on.
     
    I took the elastic of his shorts in my teeth with newfound enthusiasm, impatiently trying to tear them off him as fast as possible. They came down without much resistance, freeing his delicious cock for me to service. He stepped out of his pants and kicked off his shoes and socks, giving me a full view of his naked, muscular thighs and his glorious cock. He was half-flaccid still, not fully erect – yet. I took him eagerly into my mouth, craning my head to come at him from below.
     
    He grunted with pleasure as my warm lips enveloped him, reaching down to rub a hand across the back of my neck. I think the sensation was as gratifying for me as it was for him. I loved having him in my mouth; I loved knowing the satisfaction I was giving him. It gave me a kind of power, too: even though I was the one on my knees, my hands bound behind my back, I was the one manipulating the pleasure centers in his brain. In a strange way, I was the one in control. But I wasn’t too focused on this paradox at the moment. I was too busy sucking and licking the shaft of his cock, enjoying the way it felt to have him growing harder and harder in my mouth.
     
    As he grew fully erect, he began thrusting his hips gently as I sucked him, causing my lips to travel further and further down his shaft with each repetition. It made it seem as though he got bigger and thicker with each passing