They’d been watching TV in the living room during the evening. Ella had lain on the leather sofa with her head resting on his lap. Occasionally he’d stroked a hand over her hair. As the night had drawn in, the air had started to cool, so he’d lit a fire in the free-floating black fireplace. The impressive chimney was the focal point of the room, and swept down from the ceiling. It opened out into an exotic teardrop shape that hovered about two feet above the black Italian marble floor. Its decadent design certainly wowed his guests when they first saw it, complementing the leather, glass, and hardwood furniture.
Max pointed the remote at the large plasma TV and switched it off. A hush fell over the room. Just the crack and spit of the logs in the grate could be heard. He then turned his attention to Ella.
Dressed in a pair of pajamas, Ella had gotten ready for bed early that evening. She rarely wore jammies, as they were less than flattering for her figure. Was she trying to look as unappealing as she could, hoping he wouldn’t want to administer a little light BDSM play as punishment for the large fine she’d received from the courts?
“Why are you going to bed so early, baby? Are you tired?”
“Not really, Max. I just thought I’d get an early night, that’s all.” She sounded a little edgy.
He smiled. “Are you sure you’re not just getting out of my way, in case I want to discipline you? After all, a thousand dollars is not insignificant. Which, I might add, you don’t have until your house is sold.”
Her lips pouted. “I don’t think you’re gonna discipline me tonight, Max, because you haven’t visited the playroom to set the scene. You’ve been watching TV with me all evening.”
Max nodded. “Clever girl. You’ve second-guessed me tonight, Ella. Why don’t we have a game of backgammon, and then call it a night. What do you say?”
He saw the relief on her face, now that she thought he wasn’t going to punish her.
“I’ll set it up,” she said, jumping from the sofa, and pulling the leather backgammon case from the bookshelf. He noticed, with some satisfaction, that she didn’t appear remotely tired anymore.
He watched her maneuver the chunky wooden coffee table closer to the leather sofa, and then she opened the backgammon case and started laying out the pieces. While she was concentrating on the task at hand, he reached down the side of the sofa, feeling around until he located what he needed. In one smooth movement, he removed the roll of duct tape and, catching her by surprise, bound her wrists together, with two or three quick loops of the tape.
“Max, what are you doing?” The breath seized in her lungs, her eyes widening as realization dawned.
“You’ve made the mistake of thinking I’m Mr. Predictable, young lady. I don’t always use the playroom, Ella, as you shall now find out.” He then swiped the backgammon set off the mahogany coffee table. The red and black checkers scattered noisily across the marble floor, rolling in every direction.
“Kneel in front of the coffee table. Your Master has plans for you.” Aware that he was in full domination mode, she immediately complied. He placed a large cushion on the table. “This will be nice and comfortable under your stomach. Nothing is too much trouble for my pet. Now, keeping your knees on the floor, lean across the table and grip the far edge. I want to see your beautiful body stretched over it.” She complied.
Without a word, he gently parted her knees with his feet before securing her lower thighs to the table legs with exuberant coils of duct tape. He then looped more duct tape around her already bound hands and the table, securing her in place. When he’d finished, she resembled the Great Sphinx of Giza. With her stomach resting on the cushion, her butt rose high in the air, accentuating its delicious, womanly shape.
“Max, what are going to do? I can’t move.” Her voice sounded apprehensive.
“That’s the whole idea, my pet.” He stood in front of her, looking down into her concerned eyes. “You’ll find out soon enough.” He stroked a hand along her cheek and smiled. “Never underestimate your Master.” His cock strained against the inside of his jeans at the sight of Ella helpless and vulnerable. This was what turned him on the most.
Max trailed his fingers along her spine, feeling the wonderful curve and rise of her rump. He smoothed his hand over her butt. He gripped her pajama bottoms, yanking them down to reveal her naked ass. They snagged against the duct tape, securing her thighs to the coffee table.
“Max, my pajamas are brand new, don’t rip them.”
“Did you speak without your Master’s permission?
“But, Master—”
“You are not required to speak at present.”
Max smoothed his hands over the globes of her peachy bare ass, now invitingly open and ready for his inspection. From behind he could just make out the pretty bead of her piercing, dangling provocatively from her clit, and her cute little puckered hole. “Bearing in mind you are unable to move, I would watch that sassy tongue of yours, my pet.”
“Sorry, Master.” Her tone immediately became submissive as she realized where this play might lead. “Please be gentle, my piercing hasn’t healed yet, Master.”
“I know, and very beautiful it looks, too. I shall be very careful not to touch it. But I suspect you feel different with it?”
“I do. It makes me think about sex all the time, Master.”