He sat in the chair by the window, listening to her move in the bath. He knew she was undressing, following the instructions he'd provided. This wasn't their first encounter...he'd been meeting her on business trips for a couple months. But tonight was going to start a new game, a change in their relationship. He heard her footsteps and stood intent on starting from a position of power.
She crossed the hotel room slowly as she left the bath, a slight swing in her hips. She was completely naked and proud of the heat she saw in his eyes before she knelt at his feet. He was older than she was and it made her feel wicked to play sexual games with him. When he'd started talking about master and slave, she'd felt the heat straight to her core. He'd e-mailed her instructions and she'd been aroused ever since. Just driving to the hotel tonight, she'd been wet with anticipation.
She lifted her arms, pressing her wrists together and tilting her hands toward him in supplication. Maybe he'd bind her wrists...? The thought had her quivering and she could feel the wetness on her thighs. "I am at your service, master," she purred. She kept her eyes downcast, but peeking through her lashes, she savored the bulge in his slacks, anticipating the sexual favors he would request. This was still a new relationship, but she'd discovered that the games he wanted to play were very addictive.
"Have you been good, my slave?" he growled, "Do you deserve a reward or do you need punishment?" Although she kept her eyes downcast, he saw the shudder of excitement go through her. He smiled slowly, enjoying the power he held.
"Your pleasure is my pleasure," she answered softly, not looking up.
He knew her now, knew she was avoiding his question and the reasons she would. His excitement grew as he imagined what she'd been doing while they'd been apart. "Not an answer, my pet," he chuckled.
"I have been bad, master," she murmured. Her hands, still held up before him, trembled. He thought of those small hands stroking his hard shaft and felt his cock pulse. Ideas were passing through his head.
"Look at me, slave," he ordered. Her head slowly lifted, her eyes rising to his and he saw the lust in them. She was enjoying this and that made his own body heat even more. She was so eager to please him, to learn what he liked...and to be punished by him. "Tell me what you did."
"I pleasured myself, master, while you were away," she whispered, slowly licking her lips. Her eyes were wide, hungry. He felt the thrill of anticipation.
"I want to you to show me," he demanded. He could picture it already, her small hands stroking her own naked flesh, teasing her clit, stroking her pussy. He knew she had toys to play with...and he knew she masturbated against his express orders to tease him. To see if he would punish her. To enjoy how he chose to punish her. The thought of her masturbating for him made him even hotter.
She slowly rose to her feet, her eyes on his face. Then she stepped back until the back of her legs hit the edge of the mattress and slid up onto the bed, facing him, spreading her legs to expose her pussy lips. She lifted her feet to the bed to give him the clearest view and then gave him a wicked smile. As he watched, she stroked her folds, teasing herself, licking her lips as she watched his eyes darken in lust. She lifted her hand slowly, licking her own juices from her fingertips as she watched him with a wicked smile, then she began to stroke again.
"Tell me." His voice was hoarse, his body nearly vibrating with need. "Tell me what you feel."
"I'm soft, hot...wet," she murmured, her fingers busy. She closed her eyes briefly, biting her lip, and he felt his cock twitch. "I love the way it feels to stroke my clit." Her movements grew quicker and he could hear her breath catch. His mouth watered as he thought about licking her, tasting that sweetness. Later, he would allow himself the pleasure of eating her pussy, but first, she needed to be punished. The best punishment was to keep her close to the edge, but not let her cum.
"Push your finger into your cunt, slave," he growled, "Fuck yourself. Let me see you fuck that pussy." He watched her hand slide lower, her finger bend and disappear and his mouth went dry. She thrust her finger again, making a soft sound of pleasure. He could see her skin was flushed and he knew she was getting close. He undid his belt, wanting to do more than just watch.
