It was a game we both instinctively knew by heart. We didn't play it often, it was saved for those special occasions. And this was a special time; we had got a few days together, away from work, away from the responsibilities that tied us to our respective homes. And now I was his for the bidding.
The game began in the same way each time: I sat at the dressing table, my face freshly powdered and scarlet paint on my lips, just the way he liked it. I was wearing the silk robe he had bought me once, the cool material caressing the hot skin of my shoulders and breasts. Looking up into the mirror I met his dark gaze from the other side of the room. And now it began.
I watched him walk slowly across the room, his own robe barely held closed by the sash loosely tied at his waist. I held the gaze of his reflection as he stood just behind me. I could feel the heat of his body so close to mine and yet not touching. It was always this way between us. Smiling slowly, I showed a hint of my canine teeth for him as I leaned forward to apply a little more of the scarlet paint to my lips.
Setting the lipstick down on the dressing table, I placed my hands to the polished wood and leaned back to admire my reflection. My gaze flickered to his as it slowly roamed over my torso and face, pausing on the image of my erect nipples pushing against the silk. He was so handsome I couldn't believe he wanted me like this, but each time we played this game the passion was hotter. Slowly raising my hand I touched a finger to my glossy lips as I held his reflection with a look. Now he was mine.
Smiling slowly, I looked up through my lashes at him as I slowly slid the tie of my robe apart. I watched his mouth part slightly in carnal hunger and felt the answering jolt in my stomach. Sliding the silk sash over my finger, I let it fall aside and ran a finger down my throat and in under the silken lapel. Catching his eye, I waited for the first command.
"Take it off," he growled.
I swallowed. Taking the silk lapels in my fingers, I slowly eased the cool material down off my shoulders and held the robe there as I knew he liked that. I watched my reflection as the material slid over the swell of my breasts and almost hung on the hard erect nipples. Then he leaned down and softly kissed my neck and shoulders. Sighing softly, I tilted my head to the side and closed my eyes. His lips were hot and moist on my skin, and the jolts of sheer pleasure they sent through me made my pussy start to throb and dampen itself in readiness.
"Strip," he ordered softly as he trailed a finger down the back of my neck and spine.
Trembling at his touch, I slid the gown off and let it slide down and away from my body. Sitting compliantly on the stool, I watched his reflection as he stepped back to admire me.
God, the mere presence of this man in the same room as me made my body pulse with desire. But this was the game we liked best and we would play it to the mind shattering end.
"Stand up," he ordered.
I stood slowly, controlling my knees carefully. Bending forward slightly, I thrust out my backside towards him as I bent down to check my make-up, a coquettish smile on my scarlet lips.
