We had been out for a wonderful evening. A hot, new restaurant had opened downtown, and, after a pair of fashion martinis at the bar, we were seated at a great table. The cuisine was creative, handsomely presented, and delicious. We laughed, we touched, we talked for what seemed like hours. You insisted on a second bottle of wine, and I couldn't resist your infectious giggle. Later, we emerged into the cool, fresh air of a late spring evening, a little tipsy, very hungry. Our plan had been to drop by a piano bar, but, after we gave each other knowing looks, I instead hailed a taxi for the hotel.
Though the cab ride was short, we made the most of the darkness. As soon as we pulled away from the curb, we were on each other. Our kisses were immediately ferocious, and our groans surprised even the seasoned driver, who watched us discretely in the rear view mirror. I slid my hand up your thighs and under your dress and pulled aside your thong, amazed at the heat and wetness already there. First toying with your lips, and then sliding two fingers deep into you, I could tell you were already close. At the same time, you had unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I had been semi-erect all night, and was now fully at attention, your petit hand stroking me hard, your other cupping my balls and scraping them gently with your nails. Faster and faster we played, tensing into each other, trying to keep quiet with a sealed kiss, but only succeeding in getting each other hotter with the involuntary moans and purrs we shared. With impeccable timing, just as we pulled into the hotel, we exploded. As you came, clamping down on my fingers and mashing your clit into my palm, I broke our kiss and pushed your head down on me, catching your cheek and chin with the first blast of my cum, you then capturing me deeply and swallowing the rest, sucking me dry.
Considerately, the driver paused in the parking lot while we finished pulsing and tensing. But, with a wry grin, he didn't wait long. At the moment we both uncoiled and gasped simultaneous deep breaths, he drove directly to the valet. We scrambled to arrange our clothes, even as the attendants opened our doors. I paid the driver and walked around the side of the cab to meet you, still hard but safely tucked in, a bit disheveled, but little the worse for wear. As you emerged from your side of the cab, however, you were the picture of recent sex. Your hair, which you had worn up, had mostly fallen where I had handled you. Your dress, a short little black number, had ridden up your thighs and was still there as you swung your beautiful legs out of the car. Your face, still wet from me, had both a fine sheen of perspiration and the deep glow of a woman recently satisfied. Catching the stare of the young valet, you brought your finger to your neck, wiped up a sticky bead, and brought it to your lips, licking your finger clean. Speechless, he stood there agog, holding the door open long after, laughing, you and I went inside.
Once back at the room, our initial fury satisfied, we readied ourselves for another round. Undressing together, we drank a little water and took our time, not needing to hurry, in love and happily anticipating the rest of the night. As I emerged from the bathroom, you were on the bed, nude and propped up on one elbow, a sight to behold. "God, you are so gorgeous," I said to no one in particular. You smiled, and beckoned me closer, curling a finger to me. Smiling back, I shook my head and, pulling out our "bag of tricks" from the suitcase, I silently pointed to the heavy rosewood coffee table in the sitting area.
Beaming, you slid off the bed and padded softly to the table, standing and waiting for me. At the sight of the bag, your breathing deepened and quickened, your pulse rose, and your nipples immediately hardened. You like the bag.
Knowing what comes first, you pulled your hair back and turned away from me. I reached around you to tug at your nipples, nibbling your neck and pinching at the same time. Your knees almost buckled from the sensation, and you leaned back into me, turning your head and kissing me hungrily. We stayed like this, kissing softly, the tension building, our imaginations arousing us, our bodies begging us to get started. As I let go of your breasts to pick up the bag, you spun around, knelt, and took me in your mouth again. Already, I was hard as a rock, and I took a moment to watch you, on your knees, your hands on my hips, licking and suckling me, loving my cock, worshiping it. You are so beautiful and all mine. The thought brings me to the edge, and I back away, eliciting a disappointed, "oh," from you.
"I don't believe I gave you permission to speak," I said, my tone changing slightly, "perhaps we need a reminder of who's in charge." Although, you couldn't see it, you could hear the smile, now a mischievous smirk, still on my face. Taking a handful of your hair, I led you, still on your knees, to the coffee table. Carved and heavy, it was long, narrow, and had a smooth surface and gracefully rounded edges. Bringing your hips to touch the short end closest to us, I pushed you forward, bending you at the waist, and lowered your body down to the smooth surface of the table. Startled by the coolness, you hunched your back when your hot nipples pressed into the wood. After reaching into the bag to get out velvet ropes, I pulled your arms in front of you along the sides of the table and secured your wrists to the legs. Taking a second pair of ropes, I went to your thighs, spread them apart, and tied one to each of the aft legs. Satisfied you weren't going anywhere, I picked up the phone, walked over to stand above you, and dialed.
"Hello, I'd like a bottle of Champagne and a bowl of strawberries brought to room 214, please. Five minutes? Very well; goodbye."
