There she sits, chair facing the large window with a view of the city lights. Drink in hand, a calm over her as her other hand glides up her inner thigh. She feels a twinge of excitement in her anticipation when she hears the key card unlock the door. Their regular room for this sort of encounter. When he enters, she can smell his lust, what he needs that only she can provide.
"Come in, I won't bite, unless you want me to." She teases.
He walks in without a word; he knows the rules. He drapes his jacket over the back of the chair near the door and stands patiently waiting for her to speak.
"Strip. Everything. Then lay on the bed." She's firm in her command.
He immediately starts to do as instructed. Unbuttoning his shirt, removing his watch and wedding ring to place on the desk. When she hears the sounds of his belt being unfastened and his pants unzipping, her pussy starts to throb almost by instinct, knowing what's to come.
Upon hearing him crawl onto the bed as she's told him, she stands up to begin. He watches her with eager eyes, that slender form being hugged in all right places by her black lace babydoll number he loves so much. Torn in a couple places from previous encounters he remembers well. His cock swells at the sight of her long legs as they travel down to her beautiful feet adorned with those tall black heels he's come to know so well.
She reaches the foot of the bed, standing over him, he's so exposed and already hard even though she hasn't touched him yet. She starts her slow seductive crawl up the bed, over his body, he feels her skin and lace brush over him so slight.
She straddles his chest as she reaches past him to the restraints she's fastened to the bed before his arrival. She's so close he could reach his head up to put his mouth on her, but he doesn't dare. He knows he needs permission for such a gesture, or she will deny him what he wants most.
"Wrists." She says, he complies without hesitation.
When he is restrained, arms laying out to his sides, she reaches for the blindfold on the nightstand.
As she slips it on, he feels her warm breath on his ear, then her moist tongue trails his ear lobe. He can hardly stand it when she whispers, "Have you been a good boy?"
"Yes Mistress" he manages to squeak out while the tip of her tongue trails down his neck.
She shifts down his body, her tongue continuing its journey, down to his chest. Hands and lips teasing him, his breathing accelerates at her touch as she slowly moves south. He wants to touch her so bad, it's torture, this writhing thirst. His cock aches, this tease she puts him through gets him so excited as he tugs at his restraints a little.
