Smooth Skin, Firm Hand – Pleasure and Discipline
The soft sound of the door closing echoed through the penthouse. Alicja slipped off her coat, revealing a body wrapped only in a short, black dress made of the thinnest fabric. She could feel his gaze on her before she even entered the living room. She didn’t need to see him — Dominik possessed that kind of intensity that filled the air like a storm before rain.
— “Kneel.”
His voice was calm, yet brooked no disobedience.
Alicja obeyed immediately. Her knees met the plush carpet, and she lowered her head. Her heart raced — not from fear, but anticipation. The game had begun.
Dominik slowly moved behind her. She felt his presence drawing closer, the tension building with every second of silence. Cool, controlled fingers brushed the nape of her neck.
— “Good. Tonight, you’re mine. You will listen. And for every slip…” — he paused, letting the silence fill her with uncertainty — “there will be punishment.”
She didn’t respond. She knew better. The rules were clear. Dominik picked up a silk blindfold and tied it over her eyes. Darkness cut her off from everything but sound and touch. It made every minute feel like an hour, every contact — an explosion of sensation.
The first strike was gentle — his hand gliding over her thigh, smooth, teasing. Then, suddenly — a sharp slap. Surprise and pleasure fused into one. Alicja’s body arched slightly, her lips parting in a quiet gasp.
— “For being two minutes late,” - he whispered by her ear.
— “Time is sacred.”
The next strikes didn’t truly hurt. They were a ritual. A discipline. A reminder of who was in control. And she… she loved this role. Each slap was a promise: Obedience would earn reward.
Defiance — a punishment just as sweet. When he commanded her to stand, her body trembled with tension. Dominik took her hand. Gentle, yet firm. Her fingers met cold metal — cuffs closed around her wrists.
— “I want to hear you beg,” - he said softly, standing behind her.
— “Please, Sir,” - she whispered.
— “Please… give me more.”
That was all he needed.
Dominik’s touch grew bolder now — fingers traced the contours of her body, gliding over bare skin, teasing, then disappearing suddenly. He left her teetering on the edge — deliberately, cruelly, sensually. Alicja panted, never knowing whether the next sensation would be pleasure… or punishment. Or maybe both? Each second stretched into eternity. And when he finally removed her blindfold, she looked at him with eyes full of desire and surrender.
— “We’re not done,” - he said with a smile.
— “This is only the beginning.”