“If I ever see you wearing lace again, I promise your punishment will be much worse than today,” I tell her as I tie her other hand.
I look through my drawers, and grab my small pocket knife, placing the tip at her collarbone, I begin to scrape it down softly, as I get to her bra I cut it off, and throw it across the room. My eyes relax as I see her hard nipples, I can see in her eyes that she is scared, but her body is telling a different story. I softly move the knife down her body to the lace covering her pussy, and in one quick move, I cut them all, and throw the fabric and knife on the floor. I pull her legs as wide as they will go, I grab the soft leather straps and wrap it around her ankles, then take the strap and tie it to the hook on the floor under the bed.
As I watch her lying on the bed, I take a step back and sit on the brown leather armchair and take out the remote off the table next to me and tap the button.
I watch as the bed rises into a standing position, and can’t take my eyes off her, as she looks around at what is happening.
The chain pulls on the cuffs to make sure her arms stay above her head, as the bed stops. She looks like the perfect X marks the spot.
When I was designing the rooms for the club, I had the idea for my room, I knew what I wanted. The world was mine, I could have had anything I wanted, and wanted to be able to sit on my chair and admire the beauty of the woman in front of me.
It took a while to get the bed to do what I wanted, able to rise when I wanted it too, it took the team six months to have it ready for me, and the moment they did, I used it on Lucy and it was perfect; best money I ever spent. And now I sit here getting ready to worship Brooklyn’s body the way someone should.
Tonight, I will make sure she’s in my bed for a day recovering from the pleasure I’m going to put her body through. I know that she is tried, I know her body wants to explode right now. I stopped her in the view room, but I couldn’t reward her by coming already.
I look through my dresser, and grab what I’m looking for, I put the chain in my pocket and walk over to Brooklyn. I stand close to her, but not close enough so we’re touching. Brooklyn’s eyes are searching mine for an answer which she won’t get, she can try, but she’ll never guess what I have planned.
I bring my head down a little and bite her nipple hard, and I hear a moan escape Brooklyn, as she pants, I bite harder as I move my hand down her soft body. “Someone is very wet for me.” I ask as I look back up at Brooklyn with a smirk on my face. Oh, she is perfect for me. I’ve been given a gift with Brooklyn, and I’m planning to open it up slowly.
“Do you know why you’re here?” I ask as I move my finger up her stomach to her nipple, while I dig my other hand into my pocket and bring out the chain ready to use on Brooklyn.
“I up... set you,” her voice comes out soft, a whisper, panting to find the energy to talk.
“No, not because you upset me. This is not what I will do when you upset me. I’m doing this because you put yourself at risk.” I take the chain around the back of her neck, fastening the first clamp to her nipple not too tight, but still, enough for her to moan out in pain. Not sure yet if it’s from pleasure or pain, but she closes her eyes, as I tighten it a little more.
I take in her sweet scent as I move my hands over her body, if I don’t have to stop touching her, I won’t. My attention goes back to her nipples, I take one in the mouth as I tease the other with my fingers. I tug on the chain a little, and smile as she moans.
I take a step back from her and walk over to the small bar I have set up and fill my glass with some whiskey; then, make my way back to Brooklyn. I stand in front of her, and bring the glass to my lips. She licks her lips, as her panting has dried them.
I take a piece of ice into my mouth. I look into Brooklyn’s eyes, and I can see the hunger in them, begging me to touch her. Her body jolts a little as she tries to pull herself closer to me.
I maneuver the ice between my teeth, and bring it to her lips, wetting them. I move the ice slowly down her chin, her neck. The ice begins to melt, the drops of water landing on her body. I take another ice cube from my glass, as the first has melted, and put it in my mouth, wanting my mouth as cold as I can. I put it between my teeth, and lean closer to her lips. Gently stroking her lips with the ice, as I continue to look into her eyes, and she closes them as the ice melts. Stepping back, I smile as her body trembles a little.
“Is your body trembling out of anticipation or fear?” I ask as I spin the remaining ice in the glass.
“Both,” her voice trembles. Her body jerks as I stand and take my time; I walk over to her. Brooklyn’s chest rising and falling fast. She is trying hard to control herself.
I take a step back from her as my eyes roam over the perfection, tied up in front of me. I walk back over to the bar, to fill my glass with more whiskey and ice, as I make my way over to her, I don’t stand close to her, I stay back, and watch her for a moment.
“Will you ever go there again?” I ask moving closer to her again, continuing my icy stare; Brooklyn shakes her head. “I would like to hear some words, please.”
“No.”
Licking my lips as I walk away from Brooklyn, to get the bucket of ice from the bar. I know Brooklyn thinks this punishment is for her, but it’s for me too. I put her in danger, so I have to punish myself too. I’m so hard right now that it’s hurting me not to touch her.
I grab the bucket of ice and walk back over to the armchair and sit down, placing my hand in the bucket of ice. Brooklyn stares at me as I drink my whiskey. I want my hand as cold as I can get it. Finishing my whiskey I place it on the table, and I get up taking the bucket with me standing close to her, but not touching her.
She licks her lips, her body jolts, and I smile from satisfaction is getting bigger, she is begging me to touch her. Brooklyn’s learnt that she needs to listen to me, and no one can touch her but me.
My free hand moves up her thigh, not touching her skin, but I can see Brooklyn wanting to scream at me.
“What would you like, little Phoenix?” I ask as I begin to lower down, I kiss and nibble on her inner thigh as I take in her intoxicating scent. I hear her breathing heavily, and I can hear the soft words escape her lips. “Touch me.”
That’s all I want to hear, I remove my hand from the ice, and it feels like it’s on fire.
I’m about to make fire and ice embrace each other and become one, deep inside Brooklyn.
I slide my frozen finger inside her as I take my cold thumb and push against her clit.
Brooklyn screams and her hips try to jump off the bed. I look up at her eyes as they roll up to the back of her head, as her body twirls and quivers. She clenches her muscles, her sexy pussy grips my fingers.
Grabbing an ice cube, I place it on her clit, pressing hard, and she erupts for me.
“Please!” She screams.
“You can come,” I tell her, even though her body is shaking already with the orgasm running through her.
Brooklyn moans so loud that it’s echoing in the room. I lick my lips as I watch her come down from her orgasm. I unbuckle my belt and trousers, with my free hand.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I kick my pants to the side. I grab the control for the bed, and hit the button to lower the bed. Brooklyn looks like she has nothing left inside her, but I’m not finished just yet.