Jonathan

The sight in front of me is enough to steal my breath and stop my heart as I enter our room. Izzy looks like an angel, presenting at the end of our bed as a model submissive. Bare and ready to play, her hair is drawn back in a french braid that hangs to the middle of her back contrasting sharply against her alabaster skin while she waits, gaze lowered for me.

I have to fight myself to remember to take it slow and savour this moment, like I should... like she deserves. Slowly I circle her, taking in every beautiful inch, the graceful lines of her back and elegant arch of her neck, how her hips and ass look as she sits like that, begging for my attention. Every inch of her is perfection.

Absentmindedly I trail my fingertips across her silky skin delighting in her shiver as I finish my inspection, coming to a stop in front of her. Unable to wait any longer, I lift her chin, drawing her gaze to mine. Her hooded eyes, rosy cheeks and parted lips tell me just how affected she is by me.

Good.

"Ready to play Bella?" I ask, my voice husky and seductive.

"Yes Sir," she purrs. Izzy squirms, eager to get up and be satisfied but I leave her wait, drawing her chin and gaze back down. A frustrated whimper slips past her lips and I grin, my mind racing with all the possibilities.

"What's your safeword Bella," I ask, my tone firm and formal.

"Mercy Sir," she instantly replies.

I open the trunk, trailing my fingertips over the contents as I decide where to start. Izzy is a blank canvas in every aspect, I find it difficult to not want to do everything all at once. Finding the thick leather I was looking for I grab it and a slender handle before turning back to her.

"Good girl," I praise. "Remember it and use it the moment something feels off... I'm going to test you Bella."

She lets out a shuddering breath but quickly replies, "yes Sir," with nothing but excitement in her voice.

I step up behind her, pausing to gauge her reaction. When I don't touch her, she grows impatient and leans back, trying to find me. Tightening my grip on the slender handle I bring the far end down on her ass hard, making her jump and yelp in surprise. She breaks position again, moving her hands to cover her ass, but another slap from the riding crop has her back in position.

"Be a good girl and behave," I chide, struggling to suppress a laugh. The truth is I want Izzy to misbehave... to earn punishment, but she's rarely out of line, and part of me enjoys that more.

"Sorry Sir," she mumbles.

Testing her, I trail the crop down her back before dragging it over both asscheeks and the rosy spots left by it, then up once more. Izzy shivers but doesn't move an inch, instead staying stone still. I pocket the crop and bring the collar to her neck, fastening it in place.

"Bella, Bella," I muse, "What am I going to do with you?" The question is more to myself but she shifts ever so slightly, keeping her gaze down but practically looking over her shoulder at me.

"Whatever you want, Sir, I'm at your disposal," she replies breathlessly.

Bold!

I fight a grin at her brazen response, instead I thread my finger through the front ring of her collar and guide her to her feet. Izzy gracefully rises and turns to face me, her gaze still lowered. I slip my hand from her collar to her neck and capture her lips with mine.

Izzy moans into our kiss, melting against me and pressing her breasts against my bare chest. I groan, feeling her delicate hands roam up my chest before gripping my shoulders to steady herself. While her hands slip up my body, my free hand slips down between us and to her soaked heat.

I pull back leaving her off balance and disoriented. She watches as I take my fingers, coated in the evidence of her arousal into my mouth, savouring every drop.

"So wet and we haven't even started yet," I tease.

I walk behind her and kiss her on her neck as my hands settle on her hips. She lets out a shuddering breath and presses her voluptuous ass against my groin. Reluctantly I step back to get space between us, then slap her ass, enjoying the way it bounces and how she squeaks.

"You like teasing me, hmm?" I question, only to be met with silence.

Threading my hands through the back of her collar I bend her over and spank the other side, then both sides again. Izzy squirms against my hold but by the third spank she can't hold back her yelps and moans.

"Yes!" She finally blurts out. "I like teasing you!" Izzy pants as she waits for the next spank to come.

"Did Becca put you up to it?" I ask without thought. After today I started to wonder what actions are coming from Izzy's own desires and which are from her friends' influence.

"No Sir," she answers without hesitation, shaking her head. "I wanted to..."

"And why is that?" I mumble, dragging two fingers up her inner thigh towards her apex.

"Because I like the look you get in your eyes," she whispers.

Fascinated by her answer I lean over her, my face by her ears while my fingers trace small circles on the wetness coating her inner thighs. "And what look is that?"

"Desire... Hunger," she breathes out. "Like you're starving and I'm your first meal."

Her words make me painfully hard. She knows exactly how I feel about her, but to hear her say it so erotically is something else completely, and one hundred percent accurate. Even watching that rope bondage scene, none of the naked submissives had my attention, it was all Izzy. Wondering how she would look, tied like that, how she would act, what I could make her feel...

I slide my fingers deep into her core and am rewarded by a breathy moan. Izzy arches her back, giving me better access as I thrust and curl my fingers inside her, feeling her walls tighten and quiver as she nears her peak. She lets out a strangled cry when I stop and withdraw, leaving her on the edge unable to finish.

"Don't you think you deserve some punishment for earlier today? For teasing me?" I lead, feeling her squirm to finish herself off. "For being a naughty girl?"

From the corner of my eyes I see her mouth pull into a small smile before she stills and whispers, "Yes Sir."