Edward received a text message and knew who it was from without having to look. She had been teasing him all day with her naughty notes. But when the message said, "Room 226, the Hilton, front desk has your key," he had to check who it was from.
And there it was, "Leila." Edward thought he must have read it wrong, or maybe it was a joke. Lord knows she teased him often. He replied with a simple, "Serious?"
Leila was laughing to herself as she imagined the look on his face when he read the message. She had planned this for weeks but never let on once. She was dressed in almost nothing. A black leather bra and thong held together by a metal zipper running up her belly. Her boobs overflowed the cups. She knew he would enjoy the view. But there would be no touching, at least not on his terms.
Her phone vibrated. She opened it, shook her head and replied, "Ask again and you will never know; now hurry puppet, on your way." She laughed and continued setting up the room. The bed was prepared: she had attached the cuffs to the headboard and torn off the unnecessary linens and thrown them on the floor. The linens may have looked like a haphazard mess, but everything was done with intent behind it. After months of teasing and talking, tonight their fantasy would come true.
Across town and 30 minutes away Edward was in a hurry. He had no clue what was going on, but he sure as hell wasn't going to miss it. All day in their texts she had been the subbie. And now, out of nowhere, he was the "puppet," a word that he had never heard from her mouth. He was more than intrigued; he was downright turned on. Edward jumped in his car and sped in her direction. He sent a few texts but her only reply had been, "No talking, just come dear puppet." This would be the longest 30 minutes of his life.
Edward pulled into a parking spot, took a deep breath and stepped out of his car. A man at the front desk who said he had been expecting him handed Edward a white envelope with one word on it, "Open." It smelled of her perfume. He immediately felt his pulse quicken. He thanked the man and walked away, tearing the envelope open before he had even pressed the elevator button.
There inside was his room key and a note in Leila's classic script, "Stop thinking and move." Edward stepped out of the elevator and walked quickly in the direction of Room 226.
Waiting patiently inside the room was Leila, seated in a chair, legs crossed with thigh-high leather boots on. She knew the door would open at any minute.
Edward turned the handle and cautiously pushed the door open. He heard her familiar voice call, "Come in puppet and take a look at what your Mistress has done for you." He went in and saw her there in all her beauty: dark brown hair falling on her shoulders, pale skin accented by a tight black leather outfit he was certain was new. He glanced around the room. There were toys laid out on the dresser and the bed was in disarray. Candles burned around the room emitting a sweet scent that he recognized from the many times he had been to her house. If he didn't know better he would have thought someone had already had sex there.
"What..." was all that came out of Edward's mouth before Leila stood up, shook her finger and cut him short, "Did I ask you to speak?" She laughed to herself; his face was full of shock and wonder. She knew he had never seen this coming, and she was pleased with herself that she was able to pull it off. It's not every day that you can keep a big secret from your closest friend.
"Clothes off, puppet, I have a plan," Leila said as she turned away and sat on a bar stool. A million thoughts ran through Edward's mind as he began to undress but he pushed them aside and gave in. He realized it was happening. He was going to be a sub. Their ultimate fantasy was in play.
Leila watched him toss his shoes aside and pull off his shirt, revealing his soft skin, the skin she so desperately needed to touch. Then he dropped his pants and boxers, revealing his thick, hardening cock. She had to tell herself to take it slow. This was his evening. She must not ruin it though her own cardinal desire was to have his cock in her wet pussy.
"Now, dear puppet, please come closer," she beckoned. Edward edged closer to her, amazement in his eyes. Where did her commanding voice come from? He couldn't resist. But when he reached out to touch her she responded instantly with a hard, stinging slap to the back of his hand.
"You must do as I say or you will be punished," Leila said. "Got that?" Edward nodded his head.
"Do you like what you see?" Leila asked in a now much softer voice.
