The bus ride had left us both breathless, our desires heightened by the thrill of public risk and the denial of release. We hurried home, the anticipation thick between us. The door barely closed behind us when I spun her around, pushing her against it with a possessive pressure. "Strip," I commanded, my voice low and commanding. She obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she removed her clothes, each piece falling to the floor with a soft rustle.

I watched, eyes dark with desire, as she stood before me, completely exposed. "On your knees," I ordered. She sank to the floor, looking up at me with a mix of submission and eagerness. I pulled her close, my fingers tangling in her hair as I tilted her head back to look at me. "You were so good on the bus, taking everything I gave you without complaint. Now, it's time for your reward."

I guided her to the bedroom, pushing her onto the bed. "Spread your legs," I demanded, and she complied instantly. I secured her wrists to the bedposts with the cuffs I kept there, making sure she was firmly restrained. "You don't get to come until I say so," I reminded her, my voice firm and unyielding.

I took my time, letting my hands roam over her body, exploring every inch of her soft, sensitive skin. Her breath quickened as my touch lingered on her breasts, her nipples hardening under my fingers. I pinched them lightly, eliciting a gasp from her. "Do you like that?" I asked, my voice dripping with authority. "Yes, Master," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

I smirked, leaning down to capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and nibbling until she was squirming beneath me. My hand trailed down her stomach, fingers teasing the edge of her panties before slipping inside. She was already wet, her arousal evident from the slickness that coated my fingers. I withdrew my hand, leaving her panting and desperate. "Please, Master," she begged, her eyes pleading.

"Not yet," I replied, my tone firm. I reached into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a blindfold. "We're going to play a little game," I said, slipping it over her eyes. "I want you to focus on the sensations, to feel every touch, every stroke."

I picked up a feather, trailing it lightly over her skin, watching as she shivered at the delicate touch. I alternated between the feather and a crop, delivering sharp, stinging strikes that left her gasping. "Tell me how it feels," I commanded, my voice a low growl. "It's... it's intense, Master," she replied, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and pain.

I smiled, continuing the alternating sensations, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. "You're doing so well," I praised, my words sending a shiver down her spine. "But we're not done yet." I grabbed a bottle of wax, holding it above her body. "This might hurt," I warned, tipping it slightly. The hot wax dripped onto her skin, causing her to cry out. I watched her reactions closely, ensuring it was more pleasure than pain.

"How does it feel?" I asked, my voice husky. "It's... oh, Master, it's incredible," she moaned, her body arching as the wax cooled on her skin. I set the bottle aside, my hands returning to her heated skin. I teased her relentlessly, bringing her to the edge again and again, each denial making her more desperate. Her body was a canvas of pleasure and pain, every touch heightening her need.

I moved between her legs, my breath hot against her soaked core. "I'm going to make you beg for it," I growled, my tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking against my mouth. I held her down firmly, my tongue exploring her folds, my fingers teasing her entrance. "Please, Master," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "I need to come."

I finally relented, slipping my fingers inside her, finding her G-spot with practiced ease. My mouth latched onto her clit, sucking and licking until she was a quivering mess. "Come for me," I commanded, my voice a low growl. Her body convulsed as she came, a cry of pure pleasure escaping her lips. I didn't stop, prolonging her orgasm until she was a trembling, spent mess.

"Thank you, Master," she gasped, her eyes filled with gratitude and submission. I untied her wrists, pulling her into my arms. "You were amazing," I whispered, my voice softening. "You did so well." She nestled against me, her body still trembling slightly. "I trust you completely," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "And I cherish that trust," I replied, holding her close. "Always."