Sitting down at the small table by the window he allowed himself another glass of the champagne as he wondered for the millionth time what god he pleased to be blessed with this witch as his own. As he sipped he noticed her start to stir and in doing so causing the rops to tighten. The masterful way he has them wrapped meant every time she struggled or moved she was spread wider, both legs and arms. It took a few minutes as she revived from her multiple orgasms in round one of their night and returned to consciousness. By the time she was fully awake her arms were stretched clear out to the sides of the bed and her legs almost painfully wide at the end.
Setting the now empty glass down he pulled the chair he had been sitting in up next to the bed. Sitting back down and leaning over so they were face to face he kissed her cheek. “I asked if you were ready for the next round.” he whispered into her ear as his teeth moved up and down her neck. She gave a final tug on the ropes as she realized they were not going to give.
Turning her head away from him “This wasn’t part of the plan I set for you.” her voice muffled in the blankets.
“Oh, but yes Baby, it was. You said,” and pulling the note off the table he read “You will have all night to please me well — Just to try to break this Witch’s spell.” Setting the note back down he turned back to see her bright green eyes glaring at him. His smile and the gleam in his eye she knew all too well. “It is still the night and I will break you, or rather your spell before we are done.” His hand stroked her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear then continuing down her back. His fingers drew the pattern over her skin again and again sending shivers over her until she focused and understood what he was writing. ᛗᛇᛀᛖ.
“Yes, I am.” she finally said hoping he would continue on with either more words as they often did. Although his specialty was usually spelling words with his tongue and not letting her cum until she could say the word he ‘wrote’. This one took a bit longer on her back because of the Runes pattern he’d used. Now that she had said his word he moved his hand lower and wrote the same on her left ass cheek, waited for her to say ‘Mine’ again before moving to the right. Again he wrote the ancient letters, but this time she delayed her answer. Giving her one more chance, he retraced the letters. The silence lingered until it was broken by a sharp slap. “That should clear the slate. Let’s try it again.” he said as he wrote the word on the handprint quickly forming on her lovely white skin. Waiting again in the silence he leaned back to look at her face. The mixture of defiance and wicked delight almost made him laugh.
“So that is how you want to play it, huh? Alright.” Letting his hand rub over and over the spot he’d already left his mark. Reaching back to the table again he watched as her eyes twinkled in anticipation when he pulled over the belt he’d brought from the bathroom. Remembering how excited she had been watching him remove it, fold it, snap it. His witch was never one to shy away from her desires, nor was he one to ever deny her anything.
He rubbed the belt across her butt a few times to let her know what was coming. Then swatted her ass, not too hard but hard enough to get her attention.
“That’s all you got?” she said as she looked over her shoulder. Her hips raised up the few inches her bindings allowed.
Rearing back and smacking her ass hard! It immediately turned red where the belt had hit her. Again and a second welt came up before she could react to the first. Having it strike so quickly and with only a little warm up brought out a yelp followed by a deep moan from her. Even as the exquisite pain spread over her she could feel the wetness between her legs start to flow again. Raising her hips as much as the ropes would allow she tried to meet the next strike. By the fifth she felt the glow and had to wonder if it looked as hot as it felt.
Feeling him move to the side, she turned her head to see him pull off the two pillows from the bed. His arm slid under her hips and lifted her as the pillows were pushed in to hold her up. Back out of view he let the belt slide out of the loop he’d been using and caught just the last five to six inches of the strap. Trailing that over the back of her thigh and letting it slide between her open legs to her well exposed pussy. With a flick of his wrist the strap came up with a slap on her wet lips.