by Megan West
Even after I found out about his wealth it wasn’t my motivating factor. I had never been shy about the fact I looked at a man’s financial status before dating them. In fact, I made it one of my top criteria. With Matthew, who was easily the wealthiest man I had ever been with, it was lower on my list of reasons. I continued to say yes every time he asked me out. His wealth wasn’t much of a factor when I picked up the phone to propose a date.
It was about a month into dating when I finally decided I was ready to have sex with him. It wasn’t so much being ready as I wanted him so badly and was done waiting. Like me, Matthew was exceedingly attractive and there was a very long list of women who would have liked to have at least one date and one night with the man. He was tall with a muscular body that was very appealing and not over the top.
He had sleek black hair he always kept neatly trimmed and done up, sharp facial features, and dark brown eyes with such an intense look it almost felt like he could stare into someone’s soul. He was fair skinned, something that only made his dark hair and dark eyes stand out that much more. He always wore the best suits, perfectly tailored to his body. He wasn’t stingy or frugal, but he was careful. He stopped to think about what he was spending his money on because, as he put it, sometimes it was ridiculous to spend so much on one thing for absolutely no good reason.
Matthew was a straight arrow from an outsider’s perspective. He ran the business successfully, he was intelligent, he was careful and he was amiable. He had never been embroiled in any kind of scandal and, despite his status, preferred to keep a very low profile. He was also something of a philanthropist and that was something he spent a lot of his free time on, rather than lavish parties, secret and exclusive gatherings, or notorious womanizing.
The only notorious thing about him was how difficult he was to rope in, but that was only because he was so involved in work and charities that he rarely paid attention to women for the purpose of dating or bedding them.
So the fact that he had first approached me, taking his time and going about things smartly, made me feel even more flattered. And the fact that he didn’t mind spending, for lack of a better term, buckets of money on me made me feel even more spoiled. I loved it. He had managed to hook me in the simplest way and he’d invaded my thoughts in ways I had long ago cast off. But now, three months into dating him, we were exclusive and seemingly committed in a way that was easy to manage. It was a natural sort of commitment, the kind that was unspoken but evident in how we bonded.
I wouldn’t say I was in love with Matthew, but I also wouldn’t deny it was a real possibility for the near future. For now, however, I would focus on the night ahead. It was a very special surprise I had planned for him. I wasn’t the type to celebrate “monthly anniversaries,” but I had decided to do something a little special on a whim. Well, it was only sort of a whim.
I stuck my foot out again and stared at the leather pump. It was simple, but sexy and, with the right styling, it could look dangerous. It was perfect.
“I’ll take it,” I told the sales person with a slightly devious smirk.
The woman packed up the shoes with care and I was soon on my way. It was a lovely sunny day, but I would be spending it indoors, getting everything ready at my condominium. The doorman eyed my large shopping bag, but I told him I didn’t need any help. As I stepped onto the empty elevator, I breathed out. It would have been unfortunate for him to, somehow, get a peek at what I had inside.
Had I only purchased the heels that day things would have been different. The elevator dinged when it reached my floor and the doors slid open for me to step out. The hallways were empty and quiet as ever, one of my favorite things of living in the building.
I unlocked my door and stepped inside. It was immaculate. My place was quite tidy, but I had taken care to go the extra mile for tonight. After all, it would end up pretty dirty by the time we were done later that night. I giggled and set the bags down under the table I had bought specifically for my foyer. Walking into the kitchen, I poured a glass of water and sipped on it slowly as my eyes fixated on a cloud I could clearly see from outside the main, large window of my living room. It really was a large and lovely condominium, but I had to admit there was a much nicer feeling to it ever since Matthew had started spending more time there.
At the beginning of our relationship, we usually went out. When we started staying in, namely after the first time we had sex, we usually spent time at his place. It was, of course, much larger and much more lavish than my own home, but I never felt awkward there. Matthew always made sure I felt welcome and comfortable. Plus, it wasn’t as if it had been my first time in a wealthy man’s condo or house. That was, quite frankly, what I had grown accustomed to by that point in time and it wasn’t as if I were living shabbily. But more recently Matthew had started spending time at my place and now it had an overall warmer feel, so to speak.
I set down my glass of water and strolled over to look out the large, central window of the living room. My view was quite nice, but it didn’t compare to Matthew’s magnificent view from the top of his high-rise. I smirked. At the rate we were going and with how much he liked to spoil me, I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up living at his place sooner rather than later. I closed my eyes and pictured myself wandering about the place and making it my new home.
The best part wasn’t that I would be living in the most exclusive building of the city, right at the top. What I actually looked forward to the most, and this surprised me, was the fact I would get to spend that much more time with him. I could only imagine we would grow much closer and he was truly the first man in my life I even desired that with.
I twirled around and my eyes landed on the bags I had left near the front door, resting under the table in the foyer. I could already feel my little surprise for the night was going to be absolutely great.
Chapter Two
I adjusted the strapless, leather bustier one last time before looking at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes rolled slowly from my feet up to my face and I smirked.
“He’s going to love this,” I muttered. There was no doubt in my mind the sight of me alone was more than enough of a pleasant surprise waiting for him when he walked through the door of my condominium. I wondered how it would go with everything else I had planned.
Although I had been calm and confident the entire time I had been preparing, the nerves were starting to creep up as the time of his arrival drew near. It wasn’t that I doubted he would like and appreciate what I had prepared for him. I was nervous about the actual execution of it. This was a first for me, at least going all the way to more extremes like I had planned. I walked over to my bed and sat on the edge, draping one of my legs over the other.
I leaned back, resting my hands open on the bed, and looked up at the ceiling. I was remembering back when Matthew had first told my about what he most desired in his sex life. It was something that had never truly been fulfilled with any of his partners. I remembered it was the only time, even up until now, I had actually seen him hesitant to speak what was on his mind.
It wasn’t even anything I considered to be shocking or questionable, but I also understood why he had been so careful in finally revealing his desires. What he wanted wasn’t for everybody but, luckily, we were very well suited to one another’s wants and needs.
Ever since he had admitted he wanted to incorporate BDSM into our sex life, I had taken it as a fun little challenge. We had started doing things little by little and it didn’t take me long to discover he liked to be dominated. It was thrilling to be in control. It wasn’t long before I started looking forward to bringing in more and more elements, enjoying the way he submitted to me in the bedroom.
This, however, was different. We had never done all that much or really brought in any implements. I was beyond excited, but when I looked at the clock and saw he would be arriving any minute, the nerves shot up. My stomach started to clench and my skin tingled. I practically jumped off the bed when
my doorbell rang.
I gave my reflection one last, quick look – approving of the leather bustier, short black skirt, fishnet thigh highs, and new leather pumps – before walking quickly to the door. I took the red silk robe off the coat rack and wrapped it around my body, tying it carefully, before opening the door.
“Hey there,” I said in a seductive whisper when my eyes met his.
He raised an eyebrow and I saw his eyes wander over my body slowly. “That’s a nice robe,” he said as he leaned in to give me a peck on the lips.
I jerked my head back and pressed my index finger to his lips instead. He looked at me, shocked and confused, but made no move to step back or ask what was going on. Either he caught on quickly or was just waiting to see where things were going. Either way, it worked for me. I ran my finger over his chin and then flattened my hand over his shoulder before running it down his arm to grab his hand. I smirked and pulled him inside, taking care to lock the door. I tugged him over to the couch and pushed him onto it.
He fell back and looked up at me, confusion growing more and more prominent on his face. I leaned forward and grabbed his tie, pulling him forward until our lips were so close I could almost feel his. But I looked into his eyes as if I were warning him not to move in and actually kiss me.
“Tonight,” I whispered against his lips, “You do as you’re told.”
“When do I not?” he asked cheekily.
I responded by slapping him. He turned to look at me with surprise and a bit of anger, the red mark on his cheek where I had slapped him was bright and obvious.
“What the–” then he stopped and looked at me, eyes wide. Understanding seemed to be dawning over him.
I leaned forward and gripped his chin harshly. “Don’t be a smart ass,” I warned. My tone was low and dangerous. It was clear I meant business and wasn’t to be questioned. As nervous as I had been, it hadn’t taken long for me to completely assume the role I had been planning on playing since I thought of the surprise.
Finally, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his before initiating a passionate kiss. When I felt my self almost getting lost in it, I pulled back and straightened up.
“Are you hungry?” I smiled. My tone had softened significantly. After all, the dinner I had ordered in was actually part of the surprise only my plan wasn’t to let him enjoy it. The last thing either of us needed was to be stuffed before starting to play together.
Matthew nodded so I took his hand and led him into the kitchen, pointing at the table for him to take a seat. I pulled the plates off the counter and took off the foil I had placed over the food, setting each plate on the table along with a fork. I grabbed his fork and stabbed a piece of grilled chicken, bringing it up to his lips.
“Open up,” I instructed. He didn’t hesitate in doing as he was told. I shoved the grilled chicken into his mouth and watched as he slowly chewed. I pushed the fork points into his cheek, making them dig into the flesh more and more slowly until he winced in pain.
Pulling the fork back, I was pleased to see the marks the fork had left. I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue over the spot as I scraped the points over his other cheek and then slowly down his neck. I could hear his breathing hitch and felt his body tense up. That was when I dropped the fork with a loud clatter onto the table and moved the plate over so I could sit on the place mat. I opened my legs and placed the heels of my pumps on either side of the chair. His eyes darted down and widened when he saw I wasn’t wearing any panties under my short, black skirt.
“Time to eat,” I said gently with a devious smile.
I leaned back and curled my fingers over the edges of the table. Matthew leaned forward and slowly ran his hands up my thighs. I suddenly snapped my fingers. He looked up at me in confusion. I reached back behind me and grabbed the ribbon off the cloth napkin I had prepared. I pushed Matthew back by the shoulders and stood up, walking around behind him so I could tie the ribbon around his wrists. Once they were secured behind his back, I hopped back up onto the table and resumed my previous position.
“Now it’s time to eat,” I told him as I spread my legs wide.
Matthew looked up into my eyes and nodded, not daring to say a word. Instead he leaned in and pressed his lips against my inner thigh before pressing his face into my wet pussy. My teeth sank into my lower lip when his lips pressed in further and then the tip of his tongue ran up and down along my slit until I got even more wet.
That was when he slid his tongue inside me and it took all my self-control not to shudder and moan. I didn’t want to show him how much pleasure he was already giving me. He pushed his face against my wetness to add pressure. My legs jolted a little as I felt his nose rub against my clit. My body shuddered from the pleasure, but I did manage to hold back the moaning.
I saw Matthew shift awkwardly in his chair and I immediately knew he had the urge to hold onto my waist as he pleasured me with his tongue. He started to make circles with his tongue inside me, swiping it upward from time to time and applying pressure with the tip very near my sensitive spot. I shut my eyes and sucked in a deep breath as my hips started rocking slowly back and forth as if they had a mind of their own.
“You’ve had your fill,” I finally said.
Matthew pulled back and looked up at me, mouth and chin coated in my liquids. I smirked and reached back to grab the cloth napkin. I rubbed it roughly over his face to clean him off, scrubbing just enough to make his skin turn a light shade of red.
“You’re a messy eater,” I berated him.
I shoved him back against the chair and stood up, running my thumb over his lips. I turned to face him and slowly undid my robe, letting it fall open and then sliding it off my body so it fell onto the floor.
The look on his face when he saw my outfit was priceless. He gaped at me, eyes running hungrily up and down. I stood in front of him with my hands firmly planted on my hips waiting for him to say something. If he spoke out of turn, I would definitely use it against him and it would make for the perfect initiation of tonight’s play– not that I hadn’t already gotten started.
“Wow,” he croaked. At once, I moved forward and slapped him again. That was enough for him to understand what the problem was, something that was obvious when he clamped his mouth shut and stared up into my eyes.
I stood back and after letting him look at me and appreciate my appearance for a decent amount of time, I snapped my fingers and pointed down to the floor. “Down,” I said.
Matthew looked at me dumbly for a moment before finally sliding down off the chair clumsily and then sinking to his knees, wrists still tied together behind his back. I stared at him for a few moments as I debated if I should tell him the rules or let him figure them out as we went along.
Deciding the second option was more entertaining, I settled on that. I snapped again and turned around to start walking toward the living room, going slowly until he got the hint he had to follow me. I looked over my shoulder and resisted the urge to laugh when I saw him struggling to follow me on his knees. At least he had figured out he wasn’t allowed to stand back up until I said so.
I stopped in the middle of the living room and turned to look at him. He stopped moving forward.
“Stand up,” I ordered. He did so immediately, although it was a bit of a struggle. Once he was standing, I walked forward and started to rub my hand over the already hard bulge in his pants. I smirked. It pleased me to know how turned on he was at that point although I figured he had probably gotten hard right from the start. He groaned and shifted as if trying to maximize the pleasure he got from me rubbing his hard dick over his pants.
“Stop it,” I warned, snapping my fingers.
He froze. I ran my index finger down his torso until I reached his pants and I unzipped them. I reached into his boxers and pulled his dick out. I took a step forward and pressed my lips to his jawline. I kissed along it until I reached the lobe of his ear and blew warm air against it, finishing it off with a playf
ul lick of my tongue.
“On your knees,” I whispered into his ear. He gulped before sinking back down to the floor, letting out a little groan when the tip of his dick rubbed against the material of my skirt.
I bent forward and kissed him passionately, running my hands through his hair and tugging at it every so often. After a couple minutes I straightened up and then walked over to the coffee table directly across from him. I sat on the edge and then scooted back, opening my legs wide for him to see. He gulped hard, eyes fixed on my exposed pussy. I started stroking it with the tips of my fingers and pulled them out to show how they were coated in my liquids. He licked his lips as I smirked at him. I knew he was aching to be inside me, but I wouldn’t make it that easy.
I stood up and stared him down. He looked as if he were shrinking under my gaze and it gave me great pleasure. This surprise was certainly working out even better than I had planned it. At least he got to enjoy all those expensive gifts with me. I walked to our bedroom saying “five minutes” for him to hear.
