Releasing her, I leaned back to gaze at her beautiful body. I’d waited for six years to see this woman, really see her in all her nude glory. Her perfect breasts, hard nipples, her tiny waist, her long legs…It was a moment I wanted to savor.

I found myself overcome with desire as she stood there staring into my eyes just waiting for my command. I walked over to the rack and pulled out my favorite riding crop.

“Show it to me,” I commanded.

Standing nude before me, she trembled.

“Show you what?” she asked.

“Your pretty little cunt,” I replied, smacking my crop against my thigh for emphasis.

Shyly, she reached down between her legs parting them slightly. Her pert nipples stood at attention.

“Not like that. Open your legs more.” I prodded her with my crop.

Biting her lip, she pulled her soft folds open exposing her hardened pink clit.

“That’s it,” I moved closer to her to whisper in her ear.

“That sweet little pink bud that swells and swells the more you touch it. Tingles too, doesn’t it? That throbbing, pulsating feeling shooting through your body. With every touch of your finger, you just get wetter and wetter, don’t you, baby? ”

She nodded, rubbing her fingers across her wetness.

“That’s what I like, Amber. Do you want to be my sweet little sub? Tell me how you like touching yourself,” I whispered, my lips brushing her ear.

Looking down, I saw the wetness glistening on her thighs.

“Tell me how much you like touching your pretty little pussy,” I commanded.

“I like it,” she whispered softly still caressing herself. Her eyes glazed with desire.

“Tell me!” I lashed the crop against her firm ass.

“I love it!” she cried still strumming her fingers back and forth.

“That’s it. Now please me by rubbing that little cunt until your juices drip down your thighs. Then, and only then, will I allow you to taste the pleasure of the pain my crop will give you.”

* * *

My eyes trailed her body until I reached her face. Amber reached to run her fingers through my hair. She was looking up at me her blue eyes shining with…

Something…

Desire?

Lust?

Something more?

No, it couldn’t be!

Breaking my gaze, I reached to tear the panties from her body. Groaning softly, she stepped out of them.

Pressing my face to her, I inhaled her scent. She smelled like heaven. Running my hands up the length of her luscious legs, I knew I would find her wet.

My cock throbbed with need as I gently brushed my fingers across her wetness.

I couldn’t wait any longer! I swept her into my arms and brought her over to the leather bench.

“Ash, are we going to play now?”

“Do you have to ask?”

Slamming her roughly against the bench, I took my favorite pair of restraints into my hand.

As I noticed the look of fear in her blue eyes, I felt my cock lurch. Not even Veronica had turned me on this much.

“Turn around and spread your legs,” I commanded.

Biting her lip, Amber complied. With her high heels still on, she stood nearly six feet tall. A formidable woman she was…the challenge I’d so longed for…she was right here in front of me.

Perhaps the woman I’d been waiting for my whole life.

She was there. Her long honey colored hair lay in silken strands against her nude body. Her immense breasts were so firm and sat high upon her chest shadowing her tiny waist and firm, toned abs. Her pussy was shaved with a neat dark blonde landing strip. Her ass was firm and rounded.

Staring at her, my mouth fell open in awe. I’d seen many, many women in my life, but she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful of them all.

Even more beautiful than Veronica.

Because I could see her heart. Her trusting, beautiful heart laid open before me like a submissive presenting herself.

Which she was that…

Everything I’d ever wanted.

That thought kept racing through my head.

Complying with my wishes, she turned and bent over the bench. Her breasts hung lushly from her body.

“No, Amber, I need your wrists first.”

Quickly, I bound her wrists with the leather restraints tying them so tightly they cut into her skin.

Wincing, she turned back around and leaned over the bench. Her magnificent ass was poised in the air just waiting for me to strike her.

Walking over to my assortment of toys, I selected my favorite riding crop.

“Darling Amber, I am going to strike you now. I want you to count off out loud each lash.”

Precum oozed from the tip of my cock as I brought my crop down against her ass over and over.

“One! Two! Three!” she cried.

With each blow, I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into her. I’d had scenes with many women before, but she was different. This was more than just a spanking.

This was real.

All of a sudden, I was snatched from this scene of ultimate pleasure when Amber’s phone rang.

“Ignore it,” she whispered.

Over and over again, the phone buzzed. The sound was becoming quite distracting.

“I will allow you to answer it, Amber.” I unbound her wrists as she sprinted over to her purse.

Looking down at her phone, her face went pale.

“It’s my father, Ash. He’s gone,” she whispered.

“What happened?” I dropped the crop on the floor.

“My sister said he passed away a few hours ago. Heart attack.”

“Oh my God,” I opened my arms as Amber collapsed sobbing into them.