Page 31 of Bling

“You don’t lower your head unless I tell you to. You’re my submissive and I want you to be proud of that. When you kneel, you do so with pride. Head up high, shoulders back, thighs spread nice and wide.”

It was a position Isabelle was familiar with from her other forays into submission, though her Master and Mistress from that relationship had insisted she avoid eye contact at all times.

She shoved thoughts of them from her mind. It wasn’t an awful memory, she just wanted to keep her focus on the incredibly sexy Dom standing over her now.

“This is your default kneeling position. If I tell you to kneel, this is what I expect, whether you are naked or clothed.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured as she adjusted her shoulders, so they were straighter.

“Very good.” He circled her, as if she were a car he was about to buy.

“Next position is called presentation. What do you think that’s for?”

She swallowed, feeling nervous. “I… I would imagine it’s a way for me to present my body for your enjoyment, Sir.”

He glanced down at her and winked. “Very good. Specifically, to enjoy your various entrances or to have better access to a naughty bottom that needs punishing. If I tell you to present, you’ll kneel where I tell you to with your head pressed to the floor and turned to the right so your cheek is resting on the ground or whatever surface I’ve put you on. Your ass will be nice and high with your legs spread wide. If you’re clothed, likely in a skirt and panties as I prefer you to wear, you’ll remove your panties and raise your skirt above your waist if I tell you to present.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said when he paused.

“Very good. Show me you understand. Present yourself to me on the bed.”

She rose as gracefully as she could and climbed onto the mattress. She felt her core temperature rise, and her pussy clenched as she lifted her hips so her ass pointed as high as she could get it. Her face felt so hot as she rested it against the cool comforter, she feared she might light it on fire.

The noises he made when he moved about the room sounded louder than they probably were. The pad of his shoes as he walked, the distinct sound of a zipper while he rummaged through a bag. Then she felt him step behind her where all her bits were on display. She jumped when something soft caressed her inner thighs. After a moment, she recognized it to be a riding crop. Without warning, he cracked the crop down on her right inner thigh and she yelped.

“Wider, sub. When told to present, it’s your job to make sure your pussy and ass are as visible as possible.”

She whimpered as the crop caressed the spot it had just struck. Shifting, she spread her legs as wide as she could manage.

“Much better,” he purred as he let the crop hover between her legs just below her pussy.

Slowly, he dragged it across her folds, and she groaned.

“Oh dear,” he murmured when he pulled the leather away. “You’ve gotten my crop all wet.”

Her blush moved into her neck and shoulders now as he rested a hand on her bottom. “Do you like having your entire being on display for me, Isabelle?”

Her name on his lips sent a shudder down her spine as she whispered her affirmation. “Yes, Sir.”

“Very good. I’m torn right now, Doll. I want to fuck you hard, but I don’t want to be too rough our first time together. How would you like me to fuck your sweet pussy?”

Her response was a garbled moan of pleasure at the thought of his cock slamming into her.

He chuckled. “That’s not exactly an answer, sub.”

“Fuck me however you like, Sir. I just want to feel you,” she managed to say between heavy breaths.

The faint whisper of his pants being unzipped was his response.

When he was on the bed behind her, he tore a condom open, and Isabelle tried to imagine it rolling down his shaft. She was mildly disappointed that she couldn’t catch a glimpse of his erection, but she knew there would be plenty of time for that later.

He pressed against her opening, and she braced herself for his entry. It had been over three years since she’d had sex. A grunt escaped him as he pushed between her folds.

She cried out as he slowly slid himself deeper.

“Christ, you feel good,” he murmured. “I’ve been dying to be inside your tight little cunt since you first walked into Solitaire.”

Her entire body tingled as he eased out of her again. After a few languid thrusts of his hips, he settled deep inside her and leaned so his chest pressed against her back. A thin sheen of sweat already coated their bodies. It was as if they were melting together. With one hand on her hip, he gathered her hair in his other and tugged, pulling her up so she was on all fours and staring at the headboard.

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