He pushed me against the door as soon as I closed it behind me. I didn't get a chance to voice the sassy comment on the tip of my tongue before he was kissing me deeply. His usually soft lips were insistent and demanding on mine, and from the first instant they touched mine, electricity coursed through my veins.
I raised my hands to pull him closer to me, craving more of him, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. This did nothing but make me desire him more, and I kissed him as passionately as I could. He was utterly in control of that kiss, though, sliding his tongue into my mouth and stroking it against mine, each flick promising what he would do to me later. I lightly sucked on it, returning the promise, when he drew back and bit my lower lip, causing me to moan.
He returned to kissing me, but took one hand to slowly drag the zipper of my leather corset top down, baring even more of my cleavage than I had already been taunting him with during our date. We'd found a corner of a surprisingly deserted bar downtown and had been playing pool. I'd been trying to tease him, making sure to bend over the pool table at every opportunity as I slowly slid the pool cue through my fingers. I'm not sure which had more effect on him-the glimpses of my lush breasts, or the way my tight skirt slid up my legs, revealing more of my tattoos with each turn.
I'd been so busy seducing him, I'd lost the game badly, but judging by this reaction, it was worth it. He reverently stroked his hand across the swell of my breasts and nudged my legs apart with his. I made sure not to wobble on my high heels as I spread my legs enough for him to get between them, my skirt sliding to scandalously short lengths in the process.
His kisses had moved from my mouth to my neck and were starting down across my chest. Each time his lips, tongue, or teeth touched me, I moaned and tried to move closer to him-but he still kept my hands pinned, not allowing me to touch him yet.
I whined his name as he bit down on that deliciously sensitive spot where my neck joined my collar. "Why can't I touch you?"
He smiled against my skin, dragging his beard across me, causing me to shiver. "You've been teasing and taunting me for hours. Showing off your gorgeous curves, in a place where I had no ability to touch them."
"I was just playing pool," I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible with his hand creeping up my thigh.
He snorted, sliding his fingers achingly close to my sex. He stroked my inner thigh, causing me to tremble, before moving his hand away. "Sure you were. And I was just fantasizing about taking you on that pool table, regardless of who would see me use you."
"U-use me?" I asked. The shakiness in my voice was more from the effect his lips on my ear were having on me than his words-though those had also sent another wave of desire through me.
"Oh yes," he murmured. "With the way you're dressed, I think using you on that pool table, fucking you till you scream my name, would be very fitting. Don't you?"
I didn't get a chance to answer because at that moment he again claimed my mouth, kissing me hard and deep as he slid my shirt off of me. Then, he released my hands, and used both of his to remove his belt. Glad to be able to touch him again, I pulled him closer against me-or, tried to anyways.
He decided to spin me around so my face was pressed against the door. Then, he pulled my arms behind me, and wrapped his belt around my hands and slid it tight, binding them in place. Not to be deterred, I pushed my ass out, trying to rub against him. He slid his hand up the back of my leg, the light contact causing me to shiver. He cupped my ass through my skirt before sliding his hand under it and running his fingers lightly across my sex.
His quickly inhaled breath was the only indication that he gave me that my wetness surprised him. I wouldn't have been surprised if I was soaking my thin silk panties at that point. I moved my hips, trying to rub harder against his fingers to help ease the way I ached to be filled, but he moved his hand away.
"You're such a horny little girl, aren't you?" he asked as he moved his hands up my legs, over my ass, and then down my back. I didn't reply, other than to moan as he started to kiss and lick his way down my spine. He smacked my ass-hard. "Aren't you?"
"Yes, sir," I gasped. As much as him spanking me had hurt, it had also felt good. I rotated my hips, hoping that he'd do it again.
Instead, he pushed me into the door even harder. "What if I just had you right here? Would you like that?"
I moaned in response, filled with a primal need at this point. This time, he not only smacked my ass, he pulled back on my hair. "You need to answer when I ask you a question."
"Or else what?" I asked before I could think better of it. Oh shit.
His hand tightened in my hair. "What did you say?"
"I meant, 'yes, sir'," I said, bracing myself for the spanking I knew was coming.
He ran his hand up and down my ass, stroking the soft skin but not smacking it. The anticipation and dread built in me, somehow turning me on and scaring me at the same time. When he took his hand off of me, I flinched, expecting the next contact to be incredibly painful.
He did spank me, but it was no harder than the first time. It was on the same spot, though, so it did have a bit of an extra bite-one that got more intense as he continued to hit that exact same place again and again. I gasped with each blow, knowing that my ass probably had a clearly defined handprint on it by now.
Then, he spun me around and shoved me down on my knees. Relieved that he had stopped spanking me, and also excited for what I hoped was coming, I raised my eyes to his. I watched as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans and slid his zipper down. I could see the bulge of his hard cock as it strained against the fabric of his boxers, but with my hands tied behind my back I couldn't do more than lick my lips eagerly.
"Do you want this?" he asked, moving his hips so that my lips would be touching his member, if not for an irritating bit of clothing.
"Yes, sir," I breathed against him, maintaining eye contact.
"That sucks," he said as he rezipped his pants and backed up. My mouth dropped open in shock and I let out a groan. He raised one eyebrow. "Problem?"
I bit my lip and nodded. He narrowed his eyes, so I quickly said, "Yes, sir."
"Don't like being teased by something you can't have?"
"No, sir."
"I don't either," he said as he pushed back against my head. Now there were two layers of fabric separating me from taking him deep into my mouth. "But I had to do it for hours today."
"Please?" I said softly. I looked at him with the best puppy dog expression I could manage from my current position.
"What was that?" he asked, sliding his fingers through my hair again.
"Please, sir," I begged. "Please, can I go down on you?"
"Hmmm," he said, deliberating while he continued to rock himself against my face.
"Pretty please?"
He cocked his head to the side, still debating.
