“It’s an apple,” I explained as she brought the charm up to study it. The leaf was decorated in small diamonds. “It’s from Tiffany’s. You know how you call New York ‘The Big Apple.’ I thought you might like it.” Usually I had my assistant Angie pick out gifts, but this time I’d wanted to do it myself.
“It’s so thoughtful of you. I love it.” Her eyes filled with tears.
“OK, now, none of that.” I stood up, completely uncomfortable with tears. I never had any idea what to do with myself. “Let me put it on you.” She held it up to me and I fastened it at the back of her neck.
Sitting back down, I saw that it looked perfect. Sweet and charming, exactly like her. And, resting just past the neckline of her silk shift dress, it brought my attention right back to where it never strayed far from: nestled between her breasts.
“I see you wore the dress I wanted.” I picked up my drink and took a sip. When I’d headed to my meeting, I’d texted her at the hotel, giving her instructions.
“Did you do what I told you?” She flushed, embarrassed. Still so shy and coy. I loved that in her. It was real, too, not affected. That was my Kara, so dirty and nasty, wanting my cock up her ass. But blushing like a virgin.
She nodded. No panties, no bra.
My prick stirred. Kara was bare for me and only I knew it. I had full access and a long white tablecloth. What more did a man need?
“But you wore a wrap,” I chastised. She’d placed a silvery cashmere shawl over her shoulders and draped it artfully over her breasts.
She shrugged her shoulders. “I felt naked.”
“That’s how I want you.” I gave her a wicked, burning smile and she flushed from the heat of it.
“You may leave it on for now,” I granted her. “But when I say to take it off, it’s gone.”
“OK.” She nodded, shaky. I knew she liked my control, my orders. She wanted to follow what I told her to do, and man did I love giving her instructions. We were a perfect pair.
“Give me your purse,” I commanded.
She looked at me, confused, but did as I asked. I liked how she trusted me. I slipped the gift from my other jacket pocket into it, then handed it back.
“I want you to go and do something for me.” I beckoned her closer. She leaned over and I could smell her, honey sweet and light. Close to her ear, I whispered, “There’s something in there for you. Go to the restroom and put it up inside your pussy.”
She pulled away, her back straight and surprised. I loved her eyes wide like that, open with shock and arousal all at once. It might be my favorite look on her, either that or flushed pink, lips parted screaming my name as she came. Both worked for me.
It seemed to take forever, Kara up and away from the table in the bathroom. A waiter refilled our water glasses. Another one came to ask if I needed anything. “Kara,” I wanted to growl, but I simply waved him off. Impatient, I still liked the thought of her in a stall, embarrassed, fumbling around inside her purse and pulling out the cool, metal egg. She’d probably hesitate, unsure what it was, wondering if she should do what I said or even how. I was pretty sure she’d never had a vibrating egg up inside of her before. She probably didn’t even know it vibrated. Yet.
A better man would have stopped at the first gift, kept things classy and thoughtful. Not me. Sure, I wanted to shower Kara with jewels, but deep inside I also had ferocious needs. The beast in me needed to be served.
I watched her as she walked back to the table, her eyes big, that shawl still draped lightly over her breasts. Her naked breasts, as per my instructions. My cock throbbed against my thigh. Under the thin gauze I could still see them jiggle as she walked, nothing holding them in.
Other men watched her, too. How could they not? She looked fresh and glorious, a newly opened tulip sprung from the frozen March ground. I still wanted to sock them all in the jaw and roar she was mine, pounding my chest.
Instead, I watched her like a predator stalking its prey. That wrap was coming off the second I got her beside me. I wanted to see that smooth, thin silk draping down her full, round breasts. I wanted her nipples pressing against the silk in the middle of this restaurant, her breath catching, her eyes flitting around nervous, wondering if anyone could see even though I had us seated over in a private corner.
The hem of her dress barely touched mid-thigh, long enough for public but not by much. Only I knew she had nothing underneath it.
She sat back down next to me. I’d moved her chair closer while she was gone. I didn’t want to miss a second of the show she was about to put on for me. The one she didn’t realize was about to happen.
“How’d it go?” I asked, nonchalant. In my pocket, I held the remote control button for the vibrating egg. I didn’t press it yet, though. I waited.
“OK, I guess.” She looked flushed, embarrassed, and took a furtive sip of her water. “What is it?” she whispered.
“Something we’ll both enjoy,” I assured her. “Now pull your chair in closer to the table. And take off your wrap.”
She looked at me, trusting, wanting, and brought the cashmere wrap down along the back of her chair. Without the cover, I could see her lush, round breasts underneath the silk, erotic and bare. Under my gaze, she began to respond, her nipples pressing out hard, her breasts rising and falling with her breath. She looked down, embarrassed, and crossed her arms over her chest.
“No.” I shook my head. She bit her lip, arms still up. “Kara,” I began, taking a finger to her chin and directing her to meet my eyes. “Never be embarrassed with me. I am not going to humiliate you. Do you understand?”
She met my gaze, her eyes round and luminous. I swear, the way she looked at me, it was like I was her hero even if I was actually a villain. Even when I’d had nothing, she’d looked at me that way. In a city of beautiful women, I had the best one.
Trusting me, she brought her hands down to her sides, giving me my view. I could see her breasts again, the silk against them as if poured down from above, coating her and revealing as much as they covered.
“Look up at me, Kara.” I fixed my gaze on her and pressed the button on the remote control. To start, I kept the vibrations on low.
She gasped, grasping the side of her chair and looking around wildly.
“Eyes on me, Kara,” I whispered to her, commanding.
“Declan!” she said, breathy, confused.
“Yes,” I encouraged her. “Let me see how you feel.”
Her mouth opened slightly in pretty pants, her eyes flickered closed for a moment. Her nipples stood out, X-rated and explicit against the cool silk. She arched her neck a bit, her chin tilted up.
“Does that feel good, Kara?” With my thumb, I nudged the intensity of the vibrations up a notch.
Her breath caught and she squirmed in her seat, biting her lip.
“Declan!” she cried, her voice a bit louder.
“Quiet now,” I admonished. “You don’t want anyone to hear you.” Her eyes flew open and she brought her hands to the table as if she’d been caught touching herself. I took my finger off the button and let her rest.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, astonished.
“I’m controlling you,” I said simply, taking a sip of my drink. “I’m going to play with you all night.”
“Declan, you can’t just—”
I pressed the button again, sending her directly into the medium power. Her words turned into a gasp and she gripped the sides of the table.
“That’s right,” I coaxed her. “Show me how good it feels.” She tilted her head back, her nipples pushing against the fabric, her back arched. She wasn’t going to be able to take too much of this, I realized. We’d have to work up to it. Then again, I wasn’t going to be able to take too much of it, either. My cock already strained for release and all I could think about was how wet she’d be, how quickly and easily I could slam into her and fuck her senseless until we both came hard.
I had to touch her. No one would notice
. Amidst the soft lighting and ambient sounds of laughter and clinking glasses we were nothing more than a couple having dinner in a quiet corner. Only I could see the arousal on Kara’s face, the way she fought for control. Futile, that. I had control. I knew she’d be wet, but I wanted to check anyway, feel the evidence on my finger. Maybe make her taste it there in public in the restaurant.
My hand stealing underneath the tablecloth, I started at her knee, then stroked my way down her inner thigh up to the apex. She quivered underneath me, her breathing strained.
“Don’t make a sound,” I reminded her, as much to heighten her sensations as to keep her quiet. I didn’t care if we made a scene, but I wanted her to feel nervous, scared, excited. It made it all the more charged and erotic.
Whisper-light, I feathered my way along her inner thighs, then up and along her sex. Soaked. Fully dripping, swollen and drenched.
“That’s very naughty, Kara,” I reprimanded her, stroking her slick pussy lips. “I’m going to need to punish you for this. Getting so wet in the middle of a crowded restaurant. You’re very bad.”
She moaned softly and I couldn’t help it, I had to turn the power up, the vibrations hitting her now strong and fast. Her breathing accelerated. I could see the pulse in her neck pounding.
“Declan,” she panted, hungry. “I might—I need—”
“Hmm.” I watched her, my hand still underneath the table stroking her slick slit. I pulsed, medium to high and back again. She whimpered in her throat. I turned it off.
I kept it going for another half an hour, while the waiter cleared our table, through a delectable light sorbet to close. I’d stop, she’d catch her breath, I’d start again and each time it took her deeper, closer. I had her right where I wanted her.
“Declan, I, oh!” She brought a spoonful of sorbet up to her mouth, dissolving it into her hot mouth with a moan of pleasure as her pussy throbbed with vibrations.
“Vladimir’s waiting in the car outside,” I informed her. Her eyes opened and she looked at me, eager. “You’d like to go?” I asked her, teasing.
“I need…” she paused, licked her lips, wiggled in her seat. I loved making her squirm for me.
“You need more.” I had a smug, satisfied smile on my face, I knew it, but I had a control button in my hand and I could play with her all night.
“Please,” she begged softly.
We were outside the restaurant in record time, whisked away into the darkness of the city streets inside the limo. Finger on another button, I put up the black privacy screen between the driver and us. What I needed to do to Kara was between her and me alone.
I had her up and over my lap, fastened there and pressing against my groin, my bulging cock, so fast she gasped. The silk of her dress fluttered and slid down her back, leaving her completely bare and exposed. I decided I wanted her in silk all the time, no panties, all access any moment I desired.
I brought my hand to her smooth ass cheeks and stroked her as she whimpered.
“That was very bad, Kara,” I reprimanded, bringing my fingers up to her dripping, quivering pussy. “You got so wet in public. In a restaurant, surrounded by all those people.” She moaned, aroused and ashamed, her hands clutching at the leather seat. “Tell me, did your pussy get soaking wet in there?”
“Yes,” she groaned. I pressed the button on the vibrating egg and her hips jerked in response, animalistic in need. Smack, I brought my hand down hard on her soft cheek. She called out, almost starting to come.
“Not yet.” I said, stern, bringing my thick fingers to the front of her dress and pinching her nipple, hard. “You don’t get to come yet.”
She moaned, panting and arching her ass up for me to play with it. Who was I to say no to that? Drawing two fingers down into her slippery folds, I then brought my well-lubricated digits up to her tight asshole. She whimpered but didn’t pull away, her legs slightly parted, her bottom up over my lap.
“You want this, don’t you, my sweet little slut?”
“Yes, yes, I want it,” she panted.
“Are you my little slut?”
“Yes, Declan,” she agreed, so compliant but still evasive.
“Say it.” I brought my hand down rough on her ass. She needed to be trained to know exactly what I liked. I needed her naughty, dirty, holding nothing back and doing everything I wanted.
Gasping, breathing hard, she complied. “I’m your slut, Declan. Your little slut.” I could tell it was somewhat difficult for her to say it, admitting something so naughty about herself. But I needed to hear her say it, to surrender completely to me.
“Yes, you are,” I praised her, stroking her again, bringing my glistening fingers to her asshole and stroking, circling, pushing until they entered her tight, hot hole.
She stiffened and cried out, fighting my entrance for a second. Then she relaxed into it, her body responding to the pleasures.
“Now stay quiet, Kara,” I cautioned her, starting to slide my fingers in and out of her asshole. “You had a hard time with that in the restaurant. We don’t want Vladimir to hear.” I knew the heavy privacy screen muffled most sound, but Kara didn’t know that. I wanted her to fight to control herself. All that restraint would make her final release in the hotel room that much more intense.
I pulsed the vibrator up in her pussy, spiking up to the most intense setting and back down again. She began moving her hips, unable to stop herself, begging me with her body and her words for more, please more. I brought my hand back down to her rear with a sharp spank.
“Don’t move, Kara.” She stilled, a helpless whine coming from her lips. “Stay still.” With the vibrator on, I kept at it, one hand spanking her soft cheeks, the other fucking her asshole with my fingers. She held still, though I knew it was a struggle, keeping her bottom right where I wanted it so I could do exactly as I liked. She whimpered and moaned, her tits pressed against the leather seat, my fingers working her ass relentlessly.
In front of the hotel, I straightened us out. Her eyes looked wild, her breathing erratic. I smoothed her hair, pulled her dress down and helped her out and into the elevator.
Never had an elevator moved so slowly. I kept it PG, held Kara close to me with an arm around her waist while another couple shared the ride. I could feel her trembling against me and part of me wanted to soothe her, care for her, rub my hands along her arms and bathe her in fairy tale kisses. The other part of me wanted to make it worse for her until she quivered and squirmed, wriggled and pleaded, the feel of her writhing and begging to do anything I said, anything I wanted, to earn her release.
Inside the hotel room, I led her straight to the bedroom. I was a businessman after all, and right now I was all business.
“Dress off. On the bed.”
She got naked, quick, and I liked how hot she was for it, how eager she was for whatever I was going to give her. Pulling out my restraints, I made quick work of tying her down. I knew how to make a good knot, tight enough to keep her from breaking free but loose enough that she could keep her attentions elsewhere, on everything I was going to do to her.
I tied each wrist and each ankle to a bedpost. She lay there, her breath coming in pants, her ribcage rising and falling in anticipation as she watched me tie her up. When I was done, I stood to survey my handiwork. She lay there, spread-eagle on the bed, buck naked and tied down for my pleasure.
“I can do what I want with you now,” I told her, my voice thick and heavy with desire.
“Yes,” she panted, her nipples dark pink rosebuds atop her heaving mounds. Nipple clamps, I needed them, too. In the closet I found them, a pair slightly more advanced than the ones I’d used on the plane. These were metal and could pinch hard. I’d only take it as far as she could go. But I had a feeling she’d want it all.
Bringing the cool metal clamps down to her creamy, white stomach, I traced a pattern against her skin. She writhed beneath me, her breasts straining for my touch.
“Do you know what these are?” I te
ased, bringing the metal up to touch her soft breasts.
“Yes,” she panted, her eyes down to watch.
“What are they?” I asked, making her say it. Making her beg for her punishment.
“Nipple clamps,” she exhaled. Still struggling with the words, as if they embarrassed her.
“Good girl,” I praised her. “Learning so quickly.” In reward, I brought my fingers down to her exposed clit. With her legs pulled apart, her ankles tied to opposite ends of the bed, her pussy lips spread apart enough so I could see her swollen bud, glistening and slippery. With my index finger, I gave it a light flick. She was so sensitive, so wound up, she could feel it throughout her whole body. She shuddered and gave a brief scream, pulling against the restraints. She was going to like the games tonight.
I brought the clamps up and fastened them each lightly to her erect nipples. The sensation would be tight, bordering on painful, but not too intense. Not yet. She watched me do it, moaning with arousal.
I took out the button controlling the vibrating egg still up inside of her. Watching her face, I pressed it, turning the setting up to medium intensity. She tossed her head to the side, eyes closed, biting her lip and moaning. Her hips lifted up off the bed, her thighs spread as if inviting me inside of her. Juices spilled out of her, her sweet lubricant beckoning me to take her and fuck her senseless. And I would, just not yet.
I brought my fingers to her wetness and spread it over her slit and along her inner thighs.
“So wet, Kara. So filthy.” She moaned, needing me to talk dirty to her. “Do you remember what tonight is?”
She shook her head no, her eyes still closed in tight desire. I brought the vibrating egg in her pussy down lower, then shut it off. I wanted her to focus on me while I reminded her.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
She brought her head back center and opened her eyes, her lips flushed, her skin pink.
“Tonight I’m going to continue your anal training,” I reminded her. “With the larger butt plug.”
She moaned and tossed her head back, her wrists pulling against the restraints, the clamps tight on her nipples.
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