She had arrived at the designated address with only a couple minutes to spare, dressed in a little black dress, thigh highs, and black heels. Underneath she had chosen a bustier with match g-string and garters to complete the look. She peeked in the mirror, tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear, and reapplied a flesh layer of red lipstick as she tried to calm herself. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath before opening the car door and stepping out into the night air.
As she slowly approached the door, she scolded herself for being so nervous. Her hands felt sticky and her mouth dry. However, before she had the chance to change her mind, to return to her car and drive away, the door opened and there he stood. She hesitated, taking in the sight. The light from inside wrapped around him.casting a shadow on her. His broad shoulders and strong figure filled the doorway. He was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt that somehow still managed to make her feel underdressed.
He held his hand out to her and gently led her into the house. As the door closed, he pressed her up against it. Leaning in, he kissed her softly on the cheek. "You look amazing," he whisper. "I could devour you right here," he said, as his left hand teasing traced a line up her thigh. The deep rumble of his voice made her feel weak and lightheaded. Then just as quickly as he pinned her, he pulled away, but the warmth for his body remained.
Taking her hand once more, he led her down the well lit hall. He spoke softly and casually, asking about her drive and about her day, as if this was a normal meeting between two friends. She answered each question politely, but found it hard to focus. When they reached the end of the hall, he turned to face her, but kept his distance this time.
"Are you ready?" he asked; his hand resting on the door handle.
Her eyes fell on his hand and then slowly moved up his strong arms and shoulders until she was looking at him. His eyes stared back at her. Reading her. Studying her. She bit her lip and held her breath for a moment, before silently nodding consent.
"No kitten," he reprimanded. "Within these walls you use your sweet little voice when spoken to."
She inhaled deeply, dropping her eyes. Then, looking up once more, her heart pounding, she whispered "yes Sir".
The door creaked open to reveal a dimly lit room. As she stepped inside and her eyes adjusted to the lighting, she took note of the large four post bed with a bench placed at the end of it and large leather chair strategically placed to allow full view of the bed. In one corner stood a large chest of drawers and in another corner what appeared to be a cross and a spanking bench.
"Don't worry, Kitten" he spoke gently, "we won't be using all this tonight. Tonight I want to focus on getting to know you - getting to know your body and your mind"
Suddenly his phone rang. Glancing at it he cussed softly. "Excuse me a moment. I must take this call." She could hear the frustration in his voice as he stepped out and closed the door, leaving her in the room alone.
She waited in the now silent room, unsure of what he had planned for their first encounter. She had revealed so much of herself to him that now her imagination was running wild with all the possibilities. She closed her eyes and let her mind wandered back. She felt the heat creep into her cheeks and focused on the dampness beginning to drip between her legs. Keeping her eyes closed she listened intently, she tried to hear the sounds of his footsteps and the muffled conversation just beyond the door.
Slipping out of her heels, she walked across the room, her soft footsteps seemed to echo in the quiet room. Hesitantly she approached the spanking bench and allowed her fingers to caress the cold leather on the seat. She shivered as she imagined the cold fabric pressed against her naked flesh, bound and restrained, as the sting of a flogger caused her cheeks to blush. She smiled to herself.
Lost in this fantasy, she had not heard the door open once more and was unaware of his silent presence as he watched her move to the cross. She ran her hand over the dark stained wood up to the leather cuffs that dangled from the hook. How many wrists have been bound here for his pleasure - and for theirs? She was deep into this thought when he approached her and wrapped his arms around her.
"I can't wait to bind you to my cross and have my way with you, but tonight I have something else in mind," he growled, turning her around,wrapping her arms around his neck, and lifting her.
Carrying her to where the bed was, he gently returned her to a standing position before stepping back to examine her. She stood still before him, fully clothed and yet feeling naked, as he slowly circled her. His eyes were the only thing that touched her, but she felt his heat radiating around her once more. The dampness between her legs saturated what little bit of cloth was there, as she felt her pussy throb.
It was as if he was fully aware of what he was doing to her, and he smiled as he stepped in front of her once more. "Strip for me," he commanded, then turned to take a seat in the oversized chair.
She stood motionless, unsure of what to do. There was no music and she had never been much of a dancer. Did he truly intend for her to dance for him?
As with so many other things, her hesitancy did not go unnoticed. He pulled out his phone and within seconds a soft sultry tune began to play. "Do I need to tell you again, my sweet Kitten. There will be consequences for having to repeat myself." His deep voice carried over the soft music and she felt her body respond.
Slowly she started to move with the music as her finger traced along her curves. Reaching up she released her hair allowing it to cascade over her shoulders. Then slowly she slid the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders so that they hung loose on her arms. Seductively she starts to roll her hips and moves closer to where he is seated. With each step she shimmied her dress further down her body, stopping just in front of him before allowing the dress to fall to the floor, pooling around her feet.
She stood before him now in nothing but her bustier, g-string - which was now soaked- and stockings. As the song shifted, he reaches forward and slowly ran his fingers up the back of her thighs until he was able to cup her cheeks, caressing the soft flesh that laid just above the seam of her thigh highs. He watched as she tilted her head back and listened to the soft melody of her moans intermingle with the music.
Suddenly, he pulled her into his lap. Straddling him, she could feel his erection teasing her as her panties began to saturate his jeans. He wrapped one arm around her lower back while the other traveled up her back to the nape of her neck, tangling his fingers in her hair. She sighs heavily as she inhaled his scent.
