His Dark Obsession by Zoe Blake

rise up off the bench.
    Pierce quickly bit down on her nipple, keeping her in place.
    Sarah groaned from the pain…and something more primal.
    Once she stilled, he rewarded her by swirling his tongue around the bruised bud, soothing the hurt.
    “Tell me to bite your other nipple.” He whispered the harsh command against the soft, underside of her breast before running his tongue along the crease.
    “Please,” she begged. “I can’t. It hurt.”
    Pierce nipped at the delicate skin of her breast, “Tell me,” he growled.
    “Please…please bi…bite my…my other…oh please don’t make me!” she whimpered.
    This time, Pierce bit the lush side curve, harder, leaving a faint red crescent mark on her flawless creamy skin.
    “Ow! Oh! Oh! I’ll say it! I’ll say it!” she pleaded. “Please bite my nipple! Please!”
    Pierce smiled against her vulnerable skin, allowing the smooth flat surface of his teeth to press slightly into her flesh. Then he turned his attention to her left nipple. Licking his lips as if in anticipation of a sweet morsel, he latched on to her pink nipple, pulling it deep into his mouth. The edge of his teeth scraping against the tender bud.
    Sarah fisted her hands into the folds of the dressing gown. Her knees drew up, protectively. Whimpering from the pain, knowing he would not stop till he wanted to, regardless of her discomfit.
    Swirling his tongue around the nub, he returned to her right nipple giving it another taste before rising to his full height.
    Sarah felt dazed. Watching as he stared down at her from his towering height. He looked like some powerful Greek god or Roman centurion looking over his spoils of war.
    Taking a step away, Pierce returned to his camera.
    “Look at me, Sarah,” he commanded. “Now tilt your chin. Arch your back for me, love.”
    Sarah was helpless to disobey.
    It would be a stunning photograph, mused Pierce. Her wide eyes liquid and full of promise. The glint of light off her wet nipples. The barest shadow of her cunny through the thin linen of her chemise. Her knees drawn up in a vulnerable almost child-like pose belying her wanton posture.
    “You were a very good girl. Would you like to play with the small camera now?”
    Sarah could only nod, only barely hearing the words he said, more focusing on the deep, hushed tones of his voice.
    Pierce walked over to the large wooden cabinet and opened one small drawer. He returned to her side, carrying four long purple silk scarves.
    “First, you need to be punished,” he stated nonchalantly.
    Sarah bolted upright. “What? But…”
    “You didn’t think I failed to notice your arrival at a quarter past when you were due at the hour, did you love?”
    “But…I…”
    “Were you or were you not warned to arrive on time or there would be consequences?”
    “Yes, but…”
    “There will be no excuses, little one,” he stated firmly.
    “I don’t want another spanking,” she whined, tears filling her eyes.
    “Now we both know that is not entirely true. Nevertheless, this punishment will not be a spanking.”
    Sarah felt a momentary rush of relief. Quickly followed by a cold dread of the unknown.
    “What are you going to do?” she asked tremulously.
    “You will find out soon enough. Place your hands over your head.”
    Sarah hesitated.
    “You will not like the consequences if you force me to repeat myself,” he made the comment softly but there was a hard edge.
    A tear slipped down her cheek as Sarah slowly raised her arms above her head. She could not contain a whimper the moment his strong hand enclosed her tiny wrist pulling it up against the wooden post of the bench. He quickly and deftly wrapped the cool silk around her wrists several times before then securing it with a bow to the post. He repeated the gesture with her left arm. Sarah instinctively pulled on the binds. They did not budge.
    Pierce turned, giving her his back. Reaching out his left hand, he let it glide down the full length of her