He stood between the posts with his back to her. She stepped closely behind him, her breasts pressing into his back. He was perfectly still.
She was drawn to him, but the intensity of their physical chemistry was unexpected. She knew this was a huge step out of his comfort zone. He was not accustomed to being topped, that much was obvious. She found it both challenging and completely erotic all at once.
She yearned to be underneath him, to be topped by him, to feel his rigid shaft slide into her hot, wet pussy and pump her so full of his cum that she had to beg him for mercy, but that wasn’t why he was there.
She wrapped her hands around his waist and unbuckled his belt, feeling him stiffen with excitement and anticipation. She slowly pulled his belt out of his pants and regarded it for a moment, then thinking it might come in handy, set it on the bed. She commanded him to turn and he complied.
After she took off his suit jacket, she leisurely unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him, tossing it on the floor beside her. She seductively ran her hands over his torso, enjoying the soft fleece of his chest hair and the warm scent of his cologne as it spiced the air around her.
She took notice of the tattoo on his upper right shoulder, a crest of some sort with Gaelic writing. Fortis Et Fidus. She lingered on it a moment, wondering what the significance was.
When he smiled down at her, she pouted and pulled two handfuls of his fur, just to make sure he knew who was in charge. He inhaled sharply, but said nothing.
She couldn’t help but smirk, but stopped when he saw her.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” she ordered, a little more breathless than she intended.
He quickly removed both his pants and his boxers and kicked them aside with his shirt. She did not take her eyes off him but stood, legs apart, arms at her side, rather like a sergeant. They stood observing each other for a moment, and she shuddered in desire.
His cock was the most perfect, most beautiful example of manhood she’d ever seen. It was long and firm with a slight curve and a throbbing vein along the underside. She wondered what it would be like to feel that vein throb against the pressure of her tongue. She wondered what it would taste like to force it to climax in her mouth. The longing to find out threatened to overwhelm her, and for the first time in her career she wondered if she’d be able to maintain her professional composure.
She looked closely at the skin on his perfectly carved torso. There was a tiny amount of black hair on his chest, apart from which he was perfectly smooth. He was nervous, his goosebumps betrayed him. It certainly wasn’t cold in the room. He looked like he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
Good boy, she thought.
She imagined that feeling vulnerable was a completely new experience for a rich, powerful man like him. After all, he was adored by millions of women across the country. It had probably been years since he’d experienced emotions like this.
She allowed herself a moment to admire his beautiful body, in all it’s vulnerability, and realized that in a very real way, this was his first time, he was hers, and he would remember what was to follow for the rest of his life.
Finally she spoke, breaking the silence.
“Come here and take off my panties," she whispered huskily.
She wasn't sure why she was asking him this, but then nothing about this situation was typical for her. She wasn't accustomed to being so aroused during a scene.
He approached her cautiously, uncertain. She didn’t move, even as he lifted her dress and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She felt arousal surge through her body as his cock stiffened and extended to alarming proportions.
She stared intensely into his deep, blue eyes as he slowly peeled her panties down her thighs.
“May I kneel so I can remove your panties?" he whispered.
She could hear the eagerness of his request.
“Yes, you may,” she replied.
He knelt in front of her, his face just inches from her shaved pussy, and slipped her panties down her calves, struggling to slip the dainty material over her combat boots.
Despite her power in this situation, despite the expectation that she maintain complete control, she felt her pussy grow wet with yearning.
His mouth was so close to her clit. What would his tongue feel like against the gentle, pink folds of skin? What would it feel like to press his face into her pussy and force him to drink her juice?
She wondered nervously if he would smell her arousal, and suddenly wanted to hide her bare pussy from his gaze. She fought the urge to strike him with the riding crop and remained where she was. She couldn’t show weakness. He was staring right at the red lips of her pussy, she could feel the warmth of his delicious breath on her bare skin, and she shut her eyes and shuddered uncontrollably with desire.
Chapter Thirteen
Ethan
Her aroma was intoxicating.
He wanted nothing more at the moment than to press his lips to her, tongue her, and taste her sex. He wanted to sink his mouth onto the mouth of her pussy and kiss it as if it were her real mouth, his tongue stretching inside. He wanted to drink her like a delicious nectar, and then force her onto the four posted bed and use her crop to make her beg for mercy. He wanted to make her scream in pain and cry out his name, her butt pink from the whipping he would give it.
But another, stronger part of him knew that an even greater pleasure awaited if he resisted his urges. If he let her take control. If he surrendered to her desires.
As if sensing his weakening self-control she stepped back from him, removing her tender pussy from the reach of his hungry mouth.
He sat up straighter on his knees and collected himself. He could do nothing about his erection which was clearly begging for her.
She took the same moment to compose her own self, taking deep, deliberate breaths. She held her hand out to him.
“May I have my underwear back?" she said, and he thought he heard a crack in her voice.
He placed them gently in her hand, but not without noticing that they were damp with her juices.
He was thrilled that she was as turned on as he was, but he knew better than to say so. Although he was not accustomed to being submissive, he was pretty sure she was bending the rules a wee bit and he was not about to complain. He was anxious to see where this was going.
He knew what he’d agreed to, he knew what was in the documents he’d signed, and he wanted to be faithful to them. But he also wanted to fuck her, deeper and harder than he’d ever wanted to fuck a woman in his life.
“Stand up and go back to the bed posts, facing the bed,” she ordered.
He did as she asked and she quickly took her place behind him. She lifted his wrists and, one at a time, shackled him to the bed frame. He gave the cuffs a tug, and smirked at her, just for good measure. He was a cheeky brat and he knew it.
She brought her hand down hard across his bare ass, leaving a delicious red imprint. He yelped in pain and was sure he heard her release an unintended moan of pleasure.
She took a step back to admire her work, and slowly traced the impression of her hand with a long red fingernail. The sensitivity was not lost on him. He closed his eyes to fully appreciate the sensation.
Again, he felt her palm connect with his ass, this time on the other cheek. She struck him hard, as hard as a woman could, and it hurt. He did his best not to growl. She gently rubbed over the bruise with her hand, perfectly balancing the pain with pleasure.
She brought her hand around toward his front, over his hip bone and then cupped his balls in her hand. With her other hand she reached around and grabbed his erection. He stiffened up, his cock throbbing, begging for release, and he wasn’t sure whether her intention was pleasure or pain.
He hoped for the former.
She stroked his cock gently for a moment and then he felt the sting of her teeth on the flesh of his tattooed shoulder. She continued to bite, not so tenderly, up and down his arms
and across his shoulders and back, all the while stroking his cock.
The sweet blend of pleasure and pain was almost enough to pull him over the edge. It took all of his will power not to explode his semen all over her beautifully made up bed. His moans made that very obvious.
As if sensing his need for release, she removed her hands from him and stepped back.
He inhaled deeply and slowly let out his breath, his eyes following her to the bed.
She climbed onto the mattress and slowly crawled her way towards him, stopping in front of him, inches from his face. As much as he wanted to lean in and kiss her, the rules were clear, at least he thought they were. Nevertheless, he waited to see what she would do.
Chapter Fourteen
Reagan
Reagan licked her lips, regarding him, her pet, shackled, primed and helpless. She had no answer for why she had so far broken every one of her own rules.
She had never been less than a complete professional since embarking on this career, and she was baffled by her actions. She was so drawn to Ethan, enticed by his curiosity, his courage, and his vulnerability. He matched her energy on every level and their attraction was undeniable. She knew he’d noticed that her panties were soaked with desire. She knew also that she should pull herself back, stop herself getting carried away in the madness of their mutual desire.
But it had been so long since she’d felt desire like this, and equally as long since she’d been intimate with a man.
Her head was not in charge anymore. Her body was fueled and controlled by her lusts and desires, and for once, she wanted to give in to them. She wanted to play.
He was bringing the true kink out in her and she did not want to hold back any more.
It was suddenly clear to her, she was going for it.
Her hand reached for her dress zipper and she very slowly pulled it all the way down, watching his eyes follow the motion. She slipped the garment off her shoulders with a slight shrug, more feminine than she’d intended.
Ethan stifled a moan as he saw that her little red bra matched her garter and her already displaced panties. She smiled wickedly at him as she pulled the binding that held her hair back in place. It fell loose, framing her pretty face.
Suddenly, he pulled at the restraints, either forgetting they were there, or determined to break free from them. They were too well made to allow for such an easy escape.
She slipped off the bed and went back to her tickle trunk. Finding what she was searching for she sashayed back towards the bed and slid onto it. Ethan groaned loudly as she brought the blindfold to his eyes and proceeded to secure it into place on his face.
Again he objected with a suffering groan and was rewarded with a sharp slap to his cheek. He pulled his head back in protest. Enjoying this sudden challenge, she grabbed the back of his hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him toward her. She kissed him ferociously, then pulled back.
His growl, like that of a ferocious animal, succeeded in heating her further. Again she kissed him, this time forcing her tongue deep into his mouth. As he accepted her kiss, she gripped his scrotum in her hand. The pain forced his cock to pulse wildly, almost exploding in desire.
He tried to pull away from her kiss, to catch his breath, and she bit down on his lip. He was torn between agony and ecstasy, hell and heaven, and she knew he wasn't sure which he preferred at that moment. He pulled hard on the restraints, rattling the bed.
She was so exhilarated by his reaction that she could not suppress her own moans. She was completely and totally turned on, and she was beginning to surrender herself to her lust.
He was her pet after all.
Why shouldn’t she have her way with him?
She drew back and allowed herself a moment to enjoy the fact he was blindfolded.
She bent down to his delicious cock, bringing her mouth to within an inch of his raging, throbbing head, and breathed on it. The sensation of her breath on it made it pulse so suddenly and involuntarily that it touched her lips, surprising both of them.
Instinctively, she looked up to his face before remembering he was blindfolded and couldn’t see her reaction.
His cock was so inviting and she longed to lower her mouth over it, sliding her lips down the length of it, until her nose was in his well-groomed pubic hair. She wanted to keep her mouth on it in that position until it pulsed in orgasm and its load flowed into her throat.
She’d never had thoughts like this before with a client and she stole a secret pleasure for herself, touching her soaking pussy with her finger, sliding it over her clit and then inside her.
The head of his cock looked engorged, like it was so ripe it might explode at any moment, and she saw the tiny drip of pre-cum at its eye. She extended her tongue toward it, wanting to lick it and taste it, but didn’t dare let her tongue make contact.
She checked again to see that he was blindfolded, even though she already knew he was, and allowed her tongue to linger so close to the head of his cock that if he’d cum at that moment, he would have pumped his entire load into her mouth.
With a sigh of longing she rose up away from it.
Chapter Fifteen
Ethan
Ethan’s cock pulsed and throbbed and it took every ounce of his strength not to cum right there and then. He knew her mouth was near his cock, he could feel the heat of her breath, and he wanted to thrust forward and cum in her mouth.
It was torture not being able to see her, not knowing what was going to happen next. He felt exposed and defenseless. Even though this was hard for him, he was thrilled she was holding nothing back. In fact, he was pretty sure the rules had been thrown out the window and he didn’t mind one bit. He would have to dig deep to keep it together.
The room grew quiet. He tried to listen attentively but could only hear her unsteady breathing, inches from him. Then he heard her shuffling off her bed, her footfalls on the carpet and a thud thud, as she kicked off her boots.
He could hear her rummaging once again through that sexy trunk and his imagination began to explore the possibilities of what she might return with. Beads of sweat slowly inched down the side of his face as the exertion of the last few minutes caught up with him.
He held his breath in order to hear her better. Despite his anxiousness, his cock was rigid as a tree branch and he craved release, soon.
He heard her softly walking back toward him and the swish of the blankets as she propped herself back on the bed. Then there was a clutter sound as if several things had been dropped on the bed and collided together. He could only imagine what they were.
“I’m going to fuck you, Pet,” she purred.
He pulled in his breath slowly.
“But first I am going to fuck myself with this big vibrating cock."
Ethan heard the toy hum before he actually felt it on his flesh. She massaged it between his legs on either side of his balls. The vibration sent a warm sensation through his groin and he moaned softly. She turned off the vibration and he felt the toy make its way up his body, across his shoulder and neck, and then it came to rest on his lips.
“Open your mouth, my Pet. I want you to know how big this cock is,” she whispered.
His first reaction was a knee jerk one and he pulled his face away. She grabbed the back of his hair and pulled forcefully, but not unkindly.
“Don't make me repeat myself,” she whispered in his ear.
She once again put the cock to his lips. He opened his mouth and she gently maneuvered the toy in, respectful of his teeth. When the length and girth of it made him gag, she took it away slowly.
“I’m going to screw myself with this big fucking cock and then when I’m done, I am going to fuck you with it,” she threatened.
He felt himself stiffen, both from the fear and the anticipation. The thought of her fucking herself with the toy was unbelievably hot, but at the same time he was terrified of just how she intended to fuck him ... and where.
She slowly peeled the blindfol
d away from his eyes and he blinked as they adjusted to the light.
“I was going to leave you sightless, but I think it would torture you more to watch. Would you agree?" she teased.
He was pretty sure she was right.
“Yes, Milady,” he responded, his voice uneven.
“Good."
She kissed him hard but quickly, leaving him wanting more. Then she slipped back on the bed and fell into the soft pillows, her eyes never leaving his.
She was so self-assured, and he wondered if she was always this daring.
She opened her legs for him, slow and deliberate, exposing her sweet, pink flesh. He felt his gut ache, begging for relief. His cock strained in protest. He pulled forcefully against the restraints but they must have been law-enforcement grade because there was no way he was getting out of them without her permission.
She smiled wickedly at him and turned on her vibrator. His cock twitched at the sound of it.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated on her own pleasure as she massaged the toy over her mound and teased her clit. Her hips swayed gently side to side as the toy found its way around her folds. She was skilled with her play cock, and Ethan felt ravenous with desire as he thought of all the nights she must have played alone with herself.
His only wish was that it was his cock, and not the toy, that was making her pussy drip.
It was clear to him that among her many layers, she was also an exhibitionist, which served him well as he was discovering that he was enjoying being a voyeur. He eagerly watched as she entertained him with this delightful little scene.
She opened her eyes for a moment and locked them to his. She seemed to be infatuated by the fact that he was watching her. She was relishing in the torture that it was causing him, his cock throbbing and twitching like a chained tiger that was no longer allowed to hunt.
He licked his lips, desperate to taste the nectar that was trickling down her thighs. She slowly slid the cock into her pussy, mewing softly. He swallowed hard, wishing desperately that his hands were free to touch himself. He knew he’d explode the minute his hand gripped his cock. On his first pump, he’d send his cum flying across the bed and landing on her deliciously curvy body.
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