She entered the room, and went over to her dresser. He sat on the bed, watching as she positioned herself in front of him, with her back facing him. She set the heels down on the floor, and she slowly pulled the long sleeve off. He watched her reflection in the mirror above the dresser as her breasts lightly bounced and her torso lengthened, her nipples already hard and her ribs forcing forward while her tummy flattened as she brought the shirt over her head. She folded it up, and placed it on the dresser. Then she slowly slid the leggings off her hips and down her legs, folded them as well, and placed them on top of the shirt, ready to be worn at another time.

He could see how wet she was when she bent over to pull the leggings off her feet; her creamy juices glistened against her brown skin in the soft lightening of the room. He wanted to grab her and pull her back by her hips towards him, to make her scream as he drove his cock deep inside of her. He thought about bending her over the dresser and fucking her while holding her head up by her gorgeous hair, observing her face in the large mirror above the dresser as ecstasy overtook her.

She pulled out the gloves first, and with her back still to him, she slipped her arms into the gloves. She took the stockings out of the drawer and brought them over to the bed. She put her right foot on the bed, pointed her toes, and slipped the first stocking on. As she slowly rolled it up her calves, her eyes locked onto his face as he watched it encase her calf, and then her thigh. She brought her right leg down, and then placed her left foot on the bed, and repeated the same slow motion of pulling the stocking up, watching his eyes grow lustful she enveloped her leg in the shiny black latex.

He could see the outline of her calf muscles sharpen through the stockings as she slipped her feet into the heels. As he watched her turn around, she crossed her wrists in front of her and clasped her hands in front of her, which he knows is a habit she has of doing when standing. He half expected to see her casually cross her ankles as he's seen her do multiple times when she has her hands clasped in front of her like that. He noticed her eyes were cast down, which told him she still felt awful about breaking his mug. He knew that it was an accident, dishes break, and he couldn't help but think that he overreacted when he saw her cleaning up the broken pieces. He had raised his voice at her, which startled her and made her anxious. He's not one to anger easily, but work had him incredibly stressed. He noticed that she had kept her distance for the rest of the day.

He got up off the bed and went over to her. He gently ran a finger down her arm, from her shoulder to her elbow, feeling her soft skin and the smooth latex under his finger. Bringing his arms around her waist, he pulled her close, and kissed her cheek tenderly, causing her to bring her eyes up to his. She tilted her head up and brought her lips to his, but he quickly dodged her, not wanting to ruin her pretty red lips. She pulled slightly back, but he held her tightly against his body.

"Won't you kiss me, Sir?" she said, her eyes full of longing as she brought her arms around his shoulders.

"As much I as love the way your lips feel on mine, I have other plans for that mouth of yours," he replied as he fought the urge to taste her. "Don't move," he said, letting her go.

He went to the closet, and she saw him pull out a black satin scarf and black rope.

"Open," he said as he walked back over to her, and spun her around to face the mirror.

She opened her mouth, and watched as he placed the scarf between her lips and teeth, and tied it tightly behind her head. She let her eyes close and leaned against his chest as he gently brought his lips to her neck, running his tongue up towards her ear, and gently pinching her ear lobe between his teeth. His warm mouth on her skin sent little tingles spreading all over her body, and she felt her heart begin to race as he cradled her hips in his hands, gently squeezing them.

"Cross your wrists again, and weave your fingers together. Cross your ankles too," he said into her ear, spinning her around.

She did as she was told, and he began wrapping a section of the rope around her crossed wrists, tying them together.

"Look at me," he said as he pulled out his phone as he stepped away from her.

She cast her large eyes in his direction, a look of helplessness about them. He snapped a picture, and after setting his phone down on the night stand, he took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Come here," he said softly.

She walked over to him, and he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her into his lap, so that she was sitting on his left leg, and her legs were resting on his right. He brought one arm up around her waist, the other one still on her hip, holding her close. She tried to relax, but she was still upset with herself for breaking the mug. Sensing her tension, he began rubbing her back.

"Relax, dear. I'm not upset with you," he told her.

He could feel her muscles beginning to soften at his touch.

"See, nothing to worry about," he said gently into her ear, kissing the side of her head softly.

"I really am sorry, I didn't mean to drop the mug," she said apologetically, her voice muffled through the gag.

"I know. It was an accident, dishes break. It's unfortunate that it had to be that particular mug, but it can be replaced," he said as he brushed her hair from her shoulders, his fingers gliding through her hair. She is so beautiful, he couldn't help but think to himself.

"I already ordered a replacement. It will be here in a few days," she told him.

"Thank you, darling. That's very sweet of you to do," he said as he held her closer. "I apologize for yelling. I shouldn't have reacted that way," he continued.

"I understand why you did. Thank you for apologizing," she said, feeling the weight on her shoulders lifting.

She laid her head against his shoulder, as he continued to caress her, running his fingers along her latex wrapped legs.

"These are new," he mused. "And very sexy," he said as he gently ran his fingers over the latex once more.

She appreciated the way he noticed small details, like the new latex, or a new haircut. It was one of the many things she loved about him. But in this moment, she was loving the way he touched her, softly, lovingly. She wanted so badly to press her lips on his neck, to show him she appreciated his touch. But with the gag in her mouth, she couldn't. She nuzzled herself into his neck instead, letting the scent of his skin intoxicate her.

"You know, I immediately thought about spanking you. But I feel like that would be too harsh of a punishment for an accident, no?"

She thought about this for a second, feeling her clit throb between her legs. Then, she whispered into his ear, "You could still spank me, if you'd like to."

He looked at her, one eyebrow raised, "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," she breathed through the gag into his ear.

With a wicked smile on his lips, he said to her, "That can be arranged, dear. All fours, on the bed. Now."

She slid off of his lap, and climbed onto the bed, lowering herself onto her elbows and knees. He stood up and grabbed the rest of the rope, and tied her ankles together. He then unbuckled his belt, and pulled it out from the waistband of his pants. Folding it in half, he snapped it with his hands, making her jump as she heard the sharp crack of the leather smacking against itself. He couldn't help but smile at her reaction.

He slowly traced the curves of her ass with the belt, and ran it down the back of her thighs. He could hear her sigh a small moan as he gently grazed her pussy with the belt, trailing it into her wetness.

Just as he raised the belt up to bring it over her ass, he saw the glint of a glass bottle of silicone lube that was kept on the night stand in his periphery. Setting the belt down on the bed, he grabbed the bottle, and pumped a few squirts of the lube into his hand.

Rubbing the slippery substance between his hands and placing his palms on her ass, he began rubbing the lube onto her cheeks. She moaned softly as she felt him massaging and squeezing her curves. His cock throbbed as he watched her bronze skin become slick and shiny, matching the bright sheen of the latex she wore on her legs.

He slid his pants down and off, his cock now fully erect. He grabbed her hips, and pulled her backwards, almost entering her. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, as he kissed the back of her neck, and brought his hands up to her breasts, grabbing them both. He still had traces of lube on his fingers, and he could feel her breasts sliding in his hands as he played with them.

She closed her eyes as he teased her, gasping as he brought his teeth to the nape of her neck. She loved when he mixed sensuality in with his roughness. She could feel him making his way to her ear, his cock pressed against her wet mound as she felt his warm breath on her skin.

"Are you ready to take your punishment?" he asked her softly.

"Yes, Sir. I'm ready," she replied through the gag.

"Good girl," he whispered into her ear, kissing her gently.

Lifting himself off of her, he grabbed the belt, raised it, and brought it down. The hard smack had barely left a mark on her, and he smiled. He knew he would have to spank her a few times before seeing her brown skin turn a lovely shade of red. He ran his fingers down the cheek he had just spanked before grabbing a handful of her waves and spanking her with the belt again. She squealed this time, a single high pitched note. He landed a few more, slightly harder, prompting louder squeals from her. He landed one more, her skin now as red as brown can get, and he could hear her moaning softly after she squealed one last time.

He set the belt down, and stepped back, taking in the way she looked from behind, with her ass in the air, her shiny skin now red, the glossy black latex around her legs, and heels on her feet with her ankles tied together. Her creamy wetness peeked through her supple lips, and he felt an urge to run the tip of his cock through it. She was a beautiful sight to him. His cock ached to be inside her. Quickly, he scooped his phone up off the night stand and grabbed another picture of her.

He decided to tease her again, before slipping his thick cock inside of her, and slid his fingers deep inside her wet pussy. She moaned loudly and moved her hips backwards, grinding against his fingers as he vigorously drummed them against her g-spot. He could feel her tensing around his fingers, and not ready for her to lose control yet, he pulled his fingers out of her. He grabbed her hips, and forcefully pulled her backwards onto his cock, causing her to yelp as she felt him bottom out inside of her, but she loved the sweet pain. He roughly fucked her, her pussy squelching with each thrust, and his naked skin audibly smacking against hers. Her screams were increasing in intensity, and he could feel her tensing again.

"Go ahead kitten, ask for it. I know you want to." he said to her as he continued railing her.

"Sir, may I please cum?!" she screamed out against the gag in her mouth.

"Cum for me, kitten," he said lustfully.

"OOOOHH FUCK!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!" she screamed as she drove her hips back and he fucked her harder, her juices spilling out of her, coating his cock.

Her legs shook and her body writhed as she felt the incredibly strong pulses inside her releasing as he continued to fuck her. Once she began to relax, he slowed down and removed himself from deep inside her. His cock was dripping with her creamy juices.

"Get on your back, doll," he said breathlessly.

She did as she was told, and he undid the ropes at her ankles. He settled himself down in between her legs, and she brought her tied wrists around his neck. He pulled the gag out from her mouth, and brought his lips down onto hers, tasting her lipstick and caressing her tongue with his. She moaned and pulled him closer as she felt his hands in her hair, and his cock entering her again. This is what she truly wanted. To be held tightly, kissed passionately, and fucked deeply by him.

He started slowly this time, wanting to savor her. She moaned gently into his throat, becoming lost in his touch. She loved when he treated her like this, fucking her harshly, and then tenderly. She felt butterflies in her chest as he sucked on her bottom lip while he cupped one of her breasts in one hand, and his other hand remained in her hair. He dragged the tip of his tongue over her soft lips, licking across her face and down her neck. He could feel her arching herself into him, as her pussy became hotter and wetter. He loved the way she responded to him, it made him wild for her.

He slowly caressed her face, staring into her deep brown eyes as he felt his orgasm building. He let his hand rest on her jaw and neck as he began to thrust harder into her. She gasped as she felt him thrust himself deeper inside of her, and he brought his lips to hers again. As he kissed her passionately, she felt her whole body heat up, right down to her toes. Her tense pussy told him she was getting ready to explode, and he thrusted harder into her, wanting to feel her cum again. He buried his head in her neck, biting her so hard that she found a bruise the next day. Just as she started to cum, he pulled out, and stroking his cock quickly, he erupted onto her gyrating body. Panting, he sat back on his heels, and with a smile he drank her in with his eyes.

Seeing her lay before him, with her pussy lips and inner thighs coated with her creamy juices, his cum sprayed onto her stomach and breasts, her perfect hair and red lips wonderfully disheveled, and the black scarf, soggy from her drool, sticking to her neck, he leaned in close to her and said, "You're absolutely beautiful when you're a mess."

He picked up his phone, and snapped one more picture.