I napped and called Ioan, let him know it was my turn again. He argued at first but I told him if he wanted my body, he had it on my terms. The plan was set for my hotel room and Danny arrived just as planned.
I poured wine and we talked, you never would have guessed what was about to happen. All that I thought we'd need was ready and he looked it over for me. Once more I had him dress me and this time I knew he wanted me, the tension was thick. He didn't hold back, brushing my nipples, my hips as he went, and I enjoyed it.
But he knew the power games in store, knew I was the mistress, and when I asked him to stop he did. I made him strip and returned the favor, though my caresses were much more intense. When he was impressively hard I stopped and dressed him as I wanted. He had a nice body and I knew his well developed and meticulously maintained definition would mesh perfectly with Ioan's smoother muscles.
Still no man tempted me like Ioan and that was why I knew I had to be the boss. I had to protect myself. I still didn't know what his game was, why he was torturing me, but I still loved him. This way I could pleasure him as much as I wanted but I would still be in control.
The hour grew late and I had Daniel wait in the bathroom off the bedroom as agreed. In the front I laid out the blindfold and waited. He entered a minute sooner than expected, eagerly I assumed.
"Hello?"
"Put the blindfold on. It's on the chest next to you."
I waited until the rustling stopped. I approached him then and knew by his smile he'd tied it loose. I stepped around him and tugged it fully over his eyes, yanking it tight. I leaned in close, the bare tops of my breast burst over the corset to brush against his suit jacket.
"Better?" I breathed into his ear. His muscles were rigid against me but from nerves or arousal I didn't know.
"You think you'll do better in charge this time?" He taunted.
Viciously I kicked his knees and he stumbled. I went down with him, crouched over him on his knees. He cursed and I wrestled his arms back.
"Do as I say. The safety word is yellow."
"Yell-"
"Do you really want to stop before the fun's even begun?"
I could feel his anger and prayed it would be easily turned to arousal of another kind. At the jerk of his head I rose and brought him with me. I led him into the living room and peeled his jacket from him. Next came the crisp white shirt, baring his chest, and I paused.
I had never spent that much time on him and here was my chance. Bending my head I captured one small nipple and licked. It pebbled hard and I sucked until he groaned. I nipped the span of chest hair between and took the other one.
When I felt him tremble I let go with my tongue and brushed my fingertips gently over his collar bone and pecs.
"Sit down." I backed him to a chair and when his knees hit he went down.
Kneeling before him I quickly undid his laces and pulled off his shoes and socks. "Stand."
Together we tugged off his pants and underwear until he was naked. He was half swollen and his chest was flushed. Well, well, well, I thought. He likes it; the anticipation, the powerlessness. I understood perfectly what he wanted.
I grazed teeth on his calves, laved the backs of his knees. I trailed kisses up his inner thighs, always careful not to touch his penis. Over his body I moved with unexpected caresses, readying him, focusing just on anticipation. Had he been watching me with those hard eyes I never could have done it.
When he was at three quarters I marched him into the bedroom. Down onto the bed he went as bidden and I straddled him. At first he moaned and his hips shifted to give his rising erection shelter between my thighs but the leather thong was in his way.
I captured one arm and dragged it over his head, bending until my breasts touched his chest.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it feel like?" He snapped into the comfy-cuff nice and easy. I moved to the other arm, my breasts brushing his chin. I felt his heartbeat speed up and knew part of him hated this as much as the other was fascinated.
I secured his feet and he sucked in a breath, bit his lip. I knew he'd been on the verge of protesting but his chin was high. I moved off the bed and grabbed the oil from the bedside.
The first was warm and scented with lotus blossom. I smoothed it over his calf and kneaded. This was to relax him. I moved slowly up one leg, teasing my movements more and more the higher I rose. He moaned when I bypassed his erection for the other leg, skimming down to the ankle and repeating the process.
His stomach muscles jumped beneath my fingers, his shoulders heaved with breath. His arms strained and he reached for my breasts as they drew near. I took pity and lifted one from its confines, offering it to his lips.
"Suck," I ordered.
He did weakly. I slapped the side of his butt and he stiffened. "I said suck!"
He did as I asked and I grew wet under his attentions. Only when I felt in danger of losing control did I pull away. I smoothed his cheek with one hand while the other covered my breast again.
I leaned close to his ear and let my breath tickle him for a moment, delighting in my power to make him shiver.
"Do you prefer Ioan or slave?"
He jerked. "What?"
I spanked him again. "Ioan or slave?"
He swallowed. "What does my mistress prefer?"
I smiled at that, the control in his voice barely concealing a tremor. "Slave it is then, slave."
I smoothed my hands down his body and noticed his erection was flagging, but only somewhat.
