Something Fresh by BloodyHues

Chapter One

I could not resist. This is too sweet, too sinful... too crazy. I do not take credit for the idea of this story...not full credit anyways. I read a story of Beautiful Silent Deaths' called Arrangement and I about died. It is a great story.

Anyways, the bondage and dominating idea comes from her, and I do hope that you all like this story. I can not do as well as her in justifying the art of bondage, but I will try my hardest.

Have a great time reading, and tell me what you think!

Something Fresh

Chapter One

Crack.

A moan vibrates through the air, rolling in waves away from the figure tied with his stomach pressed roughly against the wall, arms above his head with cuffs tightly clasped around his wrists. Ankles are the same way, though his legs are spread at an uncomfortable distance.

Crack.

A long, leather whip slices through the air, snapping against the man's bare flesh and raising yet another long, angry red welt. This time a whimper answers the harsh leather, and the man's forehead presses against the wall, small pants of warm air spreading across the black paint.

Crack, crack.

The whip swipes out again, cutting an 'X' through the slightly chilled air, the simple design writing itself into more of the man's flesh. He cries out, a mixture of pleasure and searing pain, and he squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

A dry chuckle sounds out from a good distance behind him and the whip's tail rests lazily and innocently against the wooden floor. The man huffs, his body moving with the action, and a soft plea winds from his parched lips.

"Please..."

A satisfied hiss matches the swing of the whip again, a small pale wrist snapping to cause an added bit of bite to his skin, and as the whip recedes once more, a wry smirk curls upon ruby red lips. There, across the male's buttocks, rests a bleeding line that snakes from his hips.

A gasp announces the man's shock, and he grinds the front of his hips against the hard wall, attempting to relieve the pressure that has built up with his erection, and his dry tongue laps out over his tiers.

Panting, he casts a pleading look over his right shoulder at the form behind him, muttering desperate pleas and other nonsense that cannot be understood. Those sparkling ruby lips pout in a cute way and deep chocolate eyes blink slowly in a way that says, 'Aw, you poor thing.'

Turning the whip in a small dainty hand so that the butt of it's handle is facing upwards, the she moves forward. Her midnight black hair is pulled up into a high, tight bun, with only a few wisps escaping the entrapment.

Eyelids are shaded a deep grey and black, giving her a smoky and mysterious appearance. Her high cheek bones have been swept with a light blossom pink, reaching back to her ears. A small, red teardrop tattoo hangs from the corner of her left eye.

With a wide grin she reaches the man, her body a few inches from his own, and the butt of the whip trails over his shoulder blades, down his spine and lower back, to roughly pass over the still bleeding laceration on his buttocks, smearing the blood with its trail.

Her chin rests on his left shoulder as she speaks, her deep sultry voice leaking out to cause shivers to erupt across the man's body. Her ruby lips tickle the man's ear as she whispers to him.

"That's my good little boy. My good little Toshii. Have you learned your lesson?" Her tongue snakes out to run up along his cheek, only to end back at the lobe of his ear as he whimpers and shakes his head violently.

"Are you going to be a good little boy when I let you down as well?" He nods quickly again and She smirks as she pulls away, her hands moving up to unlock his wrists. When this action is completed, she bends down to un-cuff his ankles, stepping back almost immediately when he moves away from the wall.

He turns on shaky legs and nearly falls to the floor in a heap...it is one of the chains that he grabs that keeps him up. He peers up at her from behind his ruffled brown hair, his hazel orbs glazed and nearly erratic.

His bare chest heaves with excitement and as her onyx eyes travel down below his waist, she is happy to see the throbbing erection he is now sporting, its dark color signifying his need to burst.

She turns the whip back around and with a fluid motion she snaps it next to his feet, causing him to jump away from the wall towards her. She narrows her eyes, the smile still on her face, and turns her back from him, crossing her arms over her chest as she tosses the whip to the side on a table. The thunk of its landing is the only thing heard for a span of several minutes.

Then, as if bored, she speaks to him in a smooth and cool tone, causing him to flinch. "Leave, now." For a startled second he thinks of objecting and begging for her to allow his release... but he thinks twice about it and scrambles to put on his white shirt and baggy jeans. He winces as they pass over his raw and bleeding buttocks, but he does not dare complain.

He scoops up his shoes and socks and scuffles past the silent woman, moving through a door into a living room and then out the front door, closing it softly behind him and escaping from the black and red room where the woman still stands.

Sighing, she moves to pick up the whip and place it back in its rightful place in the large closet that holds shelves stacked with all sorts of little toys. She looks down at her right wrist where a little silver watch resides and gives a deep sigh. She was having fun, too. Such a waste that her newest play thing had to leave so soon.

Maneuvering her way into the living room, closing the door behind her, she finds herself entering her large bedroom. Sighing again in frustration, she moves over to her dresser, undressing herself as she goes.

The little black leather mini skirt falls from her hips and she steps out of it, the article of clothing soon followed by a lacy black thong. Next goes the black leather tube top which is carelessly thrown to the right, hitting the wall with a soft smack and sliding down to the awaiting red carpeted floor.

She stops at her dresser, bare as she was born, and ruffles through a few of the drawers, pulling out a few various pieces of cloth that are piled onto her bed. When she is satisfied with what she has chosen, her spiked shiny black high heels are kicked off into a corner of the room to be forgotten for the time being.

The skimpy pink bra and thong are the first to slip onto her creamy skin. Then, picking up a long black skirt, she wriggles into that as well, the fabric clinging to her thighs and long legs, though twin slits run up the sides to well above mid thigh. The white button up shirt hugs her thin waist and ample breasts and she leaves the top two buttons undone. A hint of pink through the white fabric is all that is seen of her undergarments.

She moves silently over to a small vanity where she sits down slowly, eyeing her appearance in the large mirror. With a slight huff, she cleans off all of the current make up that she has on and replaces it with a softer color of pinks on her lips and a hint of glittering white on her eyelids. The tear drop from the corner of her eye is covered by the ever useful cover-up provided by some cosmetic industry.

She keeps her hair in that bun and with a small smile at her totally different appearance, she is up and moving from her bedroom, stopping only to slip on a pair of decent black pumps and then she is gone from the apartment entirely, the sinful place bathed in the darkness of evil desire.

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Short, yes, but it's just the beginning. Hope you like it. IF YOU WISH TO HEAR ABOUT HOW I DID AT LEADERSHIP ACADEMY, JUST ASK IN YOUR REVIEW AND I WILL BE GLAD TO GIVE YOU ALL THE DETAILS. I JUST GOT BACK!

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