Something Is Missing: Part 2

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With a small flutter, he thumbed the page on, continuing to read from a gripping novel in which he had immersed himself. He laid with his legs on the long grey sofa, his back rested against the thickly cushioned armrest. Another page flicked over when he heard the door open. A beautiful young woman, brunette and full of life, walked in wearing a white bathrobe. Her smile was bright, her lashes full, and she practically skipped towards the sofa.

 

"Hey, baby," she beamed. "How are you this morning?"

"I am good, thank you. I am really enjoying this new book."

"Oh yeah?" she responded, dropping herself on the sofa next to his feet. "What's it about?"

"Action-adventure about a man riding a dragon. He is a sorcerer, too."

"Sounds fun. Speaking of which, I want to go swimming."

"Oh do you now?"

"Yes. I was hoping you would like my new bikini?"

 

She stood up, standing in front of the sofa now, bouncing on the balls of her feet. He watched eagerly as she untied the band at her waist and allowed the robe to unfurl like curtains. She used her soft and nimble fingers to part it fully, revealing the pale-pink fabric underneath. It had multiple folds to appear frilly, with the bikini bottoms so thin that they were almost a thong. The bra was at least a size too small, bulging her breasts, but he figured she had done this on purpose, to please him. His trousers became tight.

 

She put her hands on her hips, bouncing happily, and then let the robe fall to the floor. She twirled giddily, allowing him a view of her perfectly rounded buttocks with the bikini bottoms slipping down the gap. She truly was a beautiful creature, but she also needed to learn some respect. After all, she was his plaything, his possession. He slotted his bookmark in place, closed it, and placed it on the table behind him.

 

"Get on your knees, bum on the floor, hands on the insides of your ankles."

She looked at him in confusion, her smile beginning to disappear. She could see the disappointment on his face, but she thought she had pleased him with her new outfit. Did he not like it?

 

She was in position, pushing her chest out with her back arched because she knew how much he liked to see her breasts. He was always chewing on them. Maybe he would do so now, and then he would look less disappointed in her.

 

Instead, he produced two pairs of leather cuffs and fastened her wrists to her ankles. He liked to penetrate her while she was tied up. Yes, he liked her outfit. Then he produced the whip; a stiff black handle with a long rigid stem and a thin leather tip. No, he was about to punish her. She looked down, terrified by his disapproving gaze, and her lip began to tremble.