Get your hands on him!

You set your dagger down on the table, then step back round to where Doe can see you. His large, pretty eyes find your face, wide with panic. You shiver with delight at how scared he looks. He knows you can do whatever you want with him, he knows he's helpless, and to a woman like you there's nothing more appealing.

You stalk forward, torn between the urge to prolong this delicious moment of anticipation and your eagerness to start playing with your new toy. In the end, impatience wins out and you lean over the bed, savouring Doe's anxious little shivers. You start small, reaching out to lay a possessive hand on his slender shoulders. His skin is so smooth and soft you can hardly believe it. It feels like heaven against your rough, callused fingers.

"You're mine now." You breathe, close to his pretty little ear. He shivers and tries to speak, but through the gag all you can hear are muffled whimpers. It doesn't matter anyway. You don't have any interest in what he has to say. His mouth and tongue only have one job from now on and that's satisfying his demanding Mistress.

You'll get to that soon enough. For now, you just want to feel more of him, get your hands all over his body and show him there's no part that doesn't belong to you. Reaching over his wriggling body, you grab him by the waist. Both your hands run up and down his torso, your rough fingers tracing over his perfect lily-white flesh. You lift him up a little and find his nipples. They're pretty and pink, standing out from the ghostly pale skin of his chest.

A little teasing of your skilled fingers and those lovely nubs stiffen in your grip. You hear a squeak of surprise through the gag. Doe's cheeks are flushed, and you can hear something hot and needy intrude into his panicked breaths. When his nipples feel hard, you gently rub them between your fingers. A soft moan escapes through the gag and he wriggles in his bonds.

"You like this, don't you pet?" You purr, voice rough with simmering arousal. His eyes widen with shock and he shakes his head. "Liar." You coo, and your fingers pinch in hard, squeezing his stiff nipples between them. He squeals in pain, tears filling his eyes. Oh dear, so soft and sensitive.

You grin like a tiger. He's even more perfect than you thought, but you're not done with him just yet.