Slowly she unbuttoned the blue silk blouse from the top to the bottom, trying her hardest not to fumble with this fundamental task while being as sexy as possible. She wasn't succeeding, she thought, except at becoming more and more turned on with each passing moment. Agony had turned to sweet ecstasy as the blouse hit the floor. "Good. Now, remove your skirt." She did as she was told, unzipping the side and letting it slip down to the floor. She stood before him in a lacy pair of dark blue bra and panties with matching garter and stockings. The thigh-highs were the icing to the cake, she thought delightfully to herself.
"Now it is time for me to play with you," he said as his voice echoed throughout her mind.
He walked over to her now, and his finger touched the top of her right bra strap, slowly he slid his finger underneath and pulled the strap down. He repeated the process with the left. Each touch of his skin upon her own sent shivers through her body. She was doing her best to remain standing, let alone lobby some form of protest to his actions. She was enjoying herself far too much. He walked behind her and unclasped the bra. He returned before her, and leaned near her whispering, "You're going to enjoy this, watch." As he gently pulled the bra away from her body. She literally shook as her knees went weak. She was standing in a hotel room with a man she barely knew yet was trusting completely, doing things she never thought in her character, and best yet, loving every minute of it. She saw the look of hunger in his eyes as he marveled at her body. She wasn't the most beautiful or fit woman in the world, but she could tell that to him she was the only woman in the world at that very moment.
And she was the most beautiful.
She could not remove her eyes from him as he stood there fully clothed in a collared shirt and slacks. His eyes remained locked on her as he slowly trailed his fingers down her left arm to her waist. "Are you having fun?" was his only query before he placed his hands upon her hips. He moved in closer to her and placed his fingers inside either end of her panties and left them there for what seemed like an eternity of desire. She wanted him so badly, but she was frozen in her wants. He then flipped his fingers out quickly and unhooked her garter before returning his fingers and edging her panties down her body. He went with them as his tongue traced down her abdomen to her sex and he gently kissed her there. Again, she shook and let out a small gasp. He immediately rose to his feet and flashed a hint of fury as he almost hissed, "I did not say you could speak. No sounds." As punishment he pinched her nipples hard, squeezing them while looking into her eyes. The sudden sense of tremendous sensation left her in a daze. She didn't know what to feel except the sweet tint of painful pleasure. He twisted them and pinched even harder, the pain becoming more poignant. Then she felt his tongue upon each nipple, slowly licking and sucking each one, bringing nothing but glorious delight to her.
She was hooked.
And he knew it. She would not disobey again, lest she suffer a less lenient "punishment." His lips touched her skin softly as he kissed her breasts and worked his way up to her neck. He began alternating between licking, suckling, and biting. Each painful moment followed by one of immense pleasure. She was quickly becoming his and his alone. And she liked it. He would occasionally whisper into her ear, almost inaudible to her as she could not concentrate on anything but the intense sensations flooding her body. His nails digged into her back and raked up and down, she shivered with each pass, until they firmly grabbed her ass. She stifled an incredible moan by biting down hard on her lips. He stopped then and looked at her and whispered to her. "It is time to play."
With that he literally threw her onto the bed.
She was unaccustomed to such force and desire, especially in the bedroom, and again she could barely keep up with what happened before as something new began. He then worked his kissing down her stomach to her lower abdomen. Down her left thigh around to her leg and back up the inner thigh working over to the right. Her legs remained closed, however, as she was quickly learning not to disobey. He almost growled at her as he said, "Spread your legs for me." The thought of what she was doing was exciting enough, but when she actually did it, she could tell she was more than hot and incredibly wet. He kissed her in a variety of ways before working his way back up her body.
Every inch of her was aching with enjoyment.
Aching.
He finally made his way to her neck where he grabbed a fistful of hair and roughly pulled back on it, the pain was brief and it exposed her neck for a new assault. She was still unsure of what she was doing and what all it entailed. She was completely foreign to anything even remotely similar to this, but she knew she was hooked. She couldn't deny the enjoyment she was undergoing, and she made it known with some clawing of her own, and the pleasure and moans that escaped his mouth made it known to her that she could play as well. She wanted to learn more and never wanted the moment to end. And end it did not for quite a long time into the wee hours of the morning. The evening ended with two bodies collapsing into a delectable entanglement of exhausted sexuality. Right before she drifted off into slumber in his arms she heard him whisper in his most seductive way:
"You are mine. No one else's. There is no going back now, my delicious slave."
A smile pursed her lips as sleep overtook her.
