A perfectly innocent dinner conversation. The more innocent I keep it, the more your mind is racing as it peruses all of our chat transcripts... all the stories I sent you, the times I told about how often I fantasizing about handcuffing you and having my way with you, having you completely at my mercy.
I'm trying not to stare at your cleavage because the innocence of the moment is almost more stimulating this way. Yet I can't completely ignore the fact that you're worn such a sexy outfit and your shortest skirt on our first actual meeting. My leg brushes yours under the table for the briefest of moments and my entire being is aroused; you see my cheeks rush blood red before I suppress it. Not yet.
I regain my composure and continue the conversation. Your eyes keep falling to my tie as I clasp it on occasion. I have told you in the past that if I wear a tie, I'm using it to restrain you if I get you alone, and your mind again flashes to those conversations. Yet I make no mention of it.
We talk more in a very pleasant atmosphere, you begin to wonder if this is the same person you've been chatting with. The person who told you of fantasies of binding you, gagging you, slapping your ass, fucking you.
I ask you back to the hotel for a drink, just one drink. My manner has been so subdued, you begin to wonder if this is what you thought it was in the first place. Maybe, despite our chats, maybe it IS just a meeting between two friends?
As we get to the hotel room, you rethink the innocence of the situation as you hear the door close and deadbolt lock. You can't place it, but there's something different in the air... the energy has changed. MY energy has changed. You're not sure, but you feel my eyes on you as I approach you from behind. Something about my presence begins to take the slightest bit of control... you even look down as the slightest bit of your submissive nature takes hold as I approach... and pass, brushing your arm with one finger.
You blush a bit as you wonder if I'd noticed you giving away your desire. And I did notice. I notice every detail about you. I notice your breath quicken, just a little. I know you're wondering if you can trust me, and I also know there's a bit of danger that excites you. I know that your doubt, however slight, excites me too.
I make us both drinks and bring yours to you. There's still an innocence in the air, but no more conversation. And the room is beginning to crackle just a little bit.
"How's your drink?" I ask. And you nod but don't speak as I clutch my tie.
I smile at you, gazing into your eyes as I did at dinner, but now my gaze is free to wander. I take you in, your breasts, your legs... you see my excitement grow. You look back for a split-second toward the door behind you. I love seeing that hesitation. Maybe I shouldn't but I do.
"Do you trust me?" I ask and run my hand to the knot of my tie.
You hesitate, taking another drink.
"Do you trust me?" I whisper lower, and undo my tie, leaving it around my neck, coming closer.
"I don't know," you reply.
I take away your drink, set it gently on the endtable. I take your purse off your shoulder, let it drop to the floor.
I breathe on your neck, you keep your hands to their sides. You're shaking as my energy encompasses you.
I nibble on your ear and whisper, barely audible, "Do you trust me?"
I finally kiss you deeply and feel you succumb, but still on guard. I taste your neck and find my way back to your lips and tongue as we both lose ourselves in the kiss we have been longing to share ever since we started chatting.
I pull my tie off and gently wrap it around your left wrist, kissing you again. feeling you resist a little, carefully gauging your reactions. I reach for your other hand and you pull it away... I respect the maneuver, unsure of your intentions... you kiss me now, running your fingers through my hair, then pulling my head back, tasting my neck as I had yours. You slip your hand out of the tie and now we both clutch the potential restraint, kissing, both getting so excited by the power struggle.
You back me against the wall and enjoy the power as you keep one hand on the tie and stroke my erection over my pants. "Mm, good boy," you say. "Maybe things aren't going to go quite the way you thought they were tonight."
"Or maybe this is how I gain your trust."
You pause, realizing that your last lingering doubts have indeed vanished and you smile a bit. "Maybe."
I take your wrists, turn you around and pin you against the wall, releasing the intensity I'd been saving all night. You're still struggling, but in a different way. In a way we'd both fantasized about when you talked about having man take you over. I take the tie away, turn you around and place your palms on the wall.
"Now," I whisper, "Do you trust me?"
You feel my tie cover your eyes and my hands travel down your arms. "Yes," you shudder. "I trust you."
I pause, then you hear me reach into my pocket.
"Maybe you shouldn't," I reply, as you hear the click of the handcuffs...
I brush your hair aside and it's clear that I've set aside the cuffs for the moment. I taste your neck and frisk you, running my hands over your skirt and blouse, making you spread wider for me, calling you my prisoner. I finally allow myself to touch your breasts, the reward I've been waiting after being teased mercilessly by your cleavage. I squeeze them together and fondle them through the fabric, taking my time, repeating the motions, savoring the moment I had only been able to fantasize about until now. I can tell you are losing yourself in the moment as well, your breath like music to my ears. It becomes apparent that my hands know your body as well as my mind knows yours.
I unzip your skirt and see a trace of red lace... I pause... you said you wore red when you wanted to feel powerful. I let your skirt drop to the floor and it serves as a loose bind around your ankles. I run my hands along your wonderful thighs and slap your ass a few times. You pull away a little and I tell you to keep your hands where they are. I lift your top to reveal the red bra underneath. The color against your skin tone takes my breath away.
