The air was thick with tension, and I could feel my pulse racing in my throat. The room was dim, but the whip on the table gleamed under the soft light, daring me to look away. I was never the type to surrender control, but tonight was different. Tonight, I wanted to know what it felt like to let go.

Ethan’s eyes followed me as I stood in the center of the room, my breath shaky. He was tall, confident, and every move he made felt deliberate. His voice was low, smooth as he stepped toward me. “Are you sure?” he asked, his fingers brushing my cheek and gently tugging at my garter belt while grazing my pussy with the crop whip, sending shivers down my spine.

“I’m sure,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and the way those words rolled off his tongue made my body heat with desire.

He lifted my wrists above my head, securing them to the post with soft leather cuffs. I tugged at them, testing the restraints, and a flood of excitement rushed through me. The idea of being at his mercy had consumed my thoughts for weeks, and now it was happening.

Ethan picked up the whip, running the leather over my skin, teasing. The first strike was light, more of a caress, but enough to make me gasp. My body trembled as I felt the sting of the whip, followed by his soothing touch. The sharpness was intoxicating, awakening something deep inside me.

“How does it feel?” he asked, his voice edged with control.

“Good,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper.

The next strike was harder, and I couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped me. My skin burned with a mix of pain and pleasure, and I craved more. Ethan’s hand slid between my thighs, his fingers teasing the edge of my soaked panties. I whimpered, pushing my hips forward, desperate for his touch.

“Please,” I whispered, needing more, my body aching for release.

“Beg for it,” he growled, his fingers brushing my clit, but not enough. I gasped, arching my back.

“I want you,” I moaned, trembling against him. “Please, Ethan.”

And then, with one swift movement, he gave me everything I craved, leaving me completely undone in his hands.