Monique saunters into the suite almost an hour late. When she takes off her wet raincoat, Ed sees that she is clad in a black leather cat-suit, which clings tightly to her brown skin. It is low-cut, revealing the cleavage between her round breasts.
He notices right away that the crotch is cut out, and he can see the lips of her beautiful pussy, which is completely waxed, slightly red, and swollen with excitement.
Her movements are brisk and abrupt. She throws her bag and keys on the table as if she is angry. This makes Ed very uneasy.
She's been moody lately and he is not certain if it is something he has done or neglected to do. It may be work, or something that has nothing to do with him. He has been having a hard time lately, figuring out what her needs are as they seem to be mercurial and unpredictable.
He keeps his eyes lowered and he waits. There is a prolonged silence.
The air feels moist and heavy suddenly and he begins to wonder what is in store for him this evening. He is on edge but excited.
She exhales and finally speaks, slowly. "Pour me a fucking drink."
Her voice is tight and impatient. Should he have offered her a cocktail as soon as she came in? Had he done that, would he have been scolded about not speaking unless spoken to? He can feel his blood flowing downward towards his cock and his pulse quickens.
He pours her a neat Scotch as she likes it. She stands there with her hands on her hips, tapping her high-heeled foot on the tile. He approaches to hand her the glass. She grabs it from him without a thank you. She takes a small sip, and returns the glass to the table.
She looks him in the eye for a moment, and then points to the floor.
"On your knees, you little bitch," she hisses. Without a word, he kneels before her.
His cock is fully erect now and throbbing. His face is inches away from her lovely pussy lips. He knows that she is wet without having to touch her, because he can smell her.
She runs her fingers through his hair, gently at first. Then, he feels slight pain as her sharp nails scratch at his scalp.
"May I lick you, Mistress?"
She brings his head toward her with her hands.
"Do it slowly, for now...separate my lips, and find my clit first. Then put your tongue on it."
He obeys.
Her clit is engorged and hard. He uses his fingers to pull the skin all the way back, until her clitoris looks like a pearl. He runs his tongue slowly over it back and forth. He hears her low groan of pleasure. Her pussy is sweet and creamy. He wants to move his tongue further down, but he knows he must wait until she orders him.
As he licks, he feels pressure on the back of his head.
"Faster," she orders.
Her breathing is louder. He knows how to pleasure her, but soon it will not be enough. She will ask him to get the crop and remove his pants. He already has her favorite toys laid out for her. Ed knows this is a part of his job and they are clean and ready. Both strap-on dildo attachments are on the table at the corner of the room.
There is the medium size, which Ed enjoys, but he fears the extra-large one. She often uses that one to punish him. He thinks about how the big one stretches him out to the point of pain and how he tries to hide the pain by not crying out, That is because when she hears him cry out, it only makes her go harder and faster.
She pulls his head back by his hair, suddenly.
He has grown distracted by the thoughts of the strap on, and now the movements of his tongue have become irregular. Monique's dark eyes are flashing. Without warning, she slaps his face, leaving finger marks behind.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? What are you so busy thinking about?" she hisses.
Before he can answer she speaks again.
"Go into the bathroom and take off your clothes. Then, come back with my whip."
He jumps up and removes his clothing as quickly as he can. He does take care to fold them and put them on the window-sill, as she prefers to keep things neat.
He was once punished for not doing so.
He retrieves the black leather whip and offers it to her. His head is hung low and his eyes are cast downward, staring at her high-heeled boots that go up, past her knee.
She has a perfect body, lean and very strong. He is always aroused because she's so attractive, but it's what he fears about her, that makes it even hotter. That is what makes her irresistible.