She sits there on her bar stool, fingers playing with her almost empty wine glass. Blood red nails sliding up and down the stem, the rim of the glass stained with her lipstick. She looks around the classy bar, eyes running over the bodies of the men who are gathered there.
As she goes to turn back to the bar, she spots the man she wants. He's walking through the door, pausing to let his eyes adjust to the low lighting. He too takes a moment to look around. As his gaze lands on her, she looks him straight in the eye, one eye brow rising, a small smile curving her lips.
He lets his gaze move over her body from a distance. He likes what he sees. He's forgotten where he is standing and is bumped from behind, breaking the spell. He murmurs an apology to the people behind him and moves deeper into the bar. He makes his way toward her, moving slowly so he doesn't show too much eagerness.
Seeing him being bumped from behind, she turns back to the bar, picks up her wine glass and drains the rest of the wine. She turns to her right, watching as he makes his way to the empty bar stool beside her. As he sits down he takes another long look at her body, running over her seductive curves. As his gaze runs down her legs, he notices that she's wearing knee high leather boots.
He realises what he's doing and quickly looks up, straight into her piercing blue eyes. She runs the pink tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, leaving a trail of moisture. "Buy a thirsty girl a drink," she asks in a husky voice. He motions to the bar tender, orders another glass of white wine for her and a bourbon on the rocks for himself. He needs a stiff drink, it'll suit the way his cock is at the moment.
"Let me introduce myself," she says, sticking out her right hand. "I'm Belle and you are?" He grasps her hand, shaking it slightly as he responds with his name. "Pleased to meet you," she purrs. He picks up his glass and takes a big swallow, choking slightly at taking more than he expected. He coughs as the bourbon burns down his throat, making his eyes water. She chuckles softly and pats him on the back.
"Don't go dying on me now, I've only just met you." She sips her drink as she watches him recover. Quite unexpectedly she drops her right hand down onto his thigh, feeling the muscles bunch under her fingers. Leaning close to his ear, she blows gently. "Come home with me, sugar. I'll make it worth your while." Her warm breath sends shivers down his spine, making his cock harden more in his pants. He looks at her, opens his mouth to respond. She moves forward quickly, pressing her lips against his. Her tongue snakes out and runs along his bottom lip.
Before he could return the favour, she leans back on her bar stool, serene smile planted on her face. Grabbing his glass, he swallows the rest of his drink, throws some money on the counter and grabs her hand. Pulling her to her feet, he heads toward the door of the bar, several heads turning to watch them making a hasty getting away, knowing smiles jumping to their faces.
Once outside he hails a taxi. A taxi screeches to a halt at the footpath. He opens the door, beckons for her to slide in, then follows behind her. Before he has a chance to give his address, she gives the driver hers. He looks at her with questioning eyes. She explains that her place in nearby and she'd feel more comfortable there. He grins and starts to lean in to kiss her but she stops him with a finger to his lips. A small frown furrows his brow.
She doesn't answer the unspoken question, just traces her finger around his lips, leaving a tingling trail in its wake. She moves closer to him, still running her finger over his lips, evading his mouth as he tries to suck her finger into his mouth. Slipping her other hand into his hair, she massages his nape. She can feel him relax even more, so she allows the tip of her finger to go into his mouth, gasping as it touches his tongue.
The taxi comes to a halt at her house. He hands over the fare, opens the door and climbs out with Belle close behind him. As they reach her door, she pulls out her keys, unlocks it and pulls him inside, slamming the door behind them. She takes him to the lounge room, switching a lamp on low. "I'll be back in a minute, changing into something a little more comfortable," she says.
As she walks out of the room and heads toward her room, he starts to slip off his shoes and jacket, placing them on an armchair. Not sure whether to get totally undressed or not, he decides just to strip naked and be ready for when she comes back.
She enters her room, unbuttoning her white blouse. Pulling it off, she unzips her skirt and grabs a few of her favourite items. She heads back down stairs and into the lounge room. She spies him sitting naked on the couch. She laughs softly and tells him that she's impressed. He looks up to find her standing half clothed. His cock hardens painfully as he looks at her wearing a black leather bustier, knee high black boots and black lace panties.
She walks slowly into the room, placing the items on a coffee table. She stands in front of him. He looks at her standing there, legs apart, hands on hips. She's rocking back and forth a little bit. As she rocks her can see the moisture that's pooled in her panties but on closer inspection, sees that it is on the inside of her thighs as well.
He stands up and moves toward her but she stops him with a hand on his bare chest. "I want to have a little fun with you tonight. You wont get hurt," she informs him. He raises his eyebrows questioningly at her but decides to play along.
She walks over the coffee table and picks up a set of handcuffs. She snaps first one on his wrist and then the other. After she's cuffed him she lightly rakes her red nails down his chest and belly, stopping at his cock. She grasps him lightly, but then tightens her grip. With him still in her hand, she turns toward the table again, picking up the whip he hadn't seen.
She walks toward the stairs, pulling him along by his cock. They climb upstairs, heading toward her large room. As he enters he sees her king size bed, lets out a sigh of relief and starts to head toward it. But is stopped when she tightens her grip even more, reminding him that she's in control. He looks at her, then notices a large hook in the wall and a rope hanging from him.
A cold sweat breaks out over his body. He's really worried no about what he's gotten himself in for. She leads him over to the hook, letting go of his cock. She tells him to raise his arms so she can attach him to the hook. He does what she says, hoping that she wont hurt him. She turns and walks away. While she's got her back turned, he takes a chance to look around the room.
He notices there's an armchair facing him about 2 metres away. And on the table beside it is a variety of sex toys. She turns back to him, picking up a feather tickler. As she comes back to him, she places a passionate kiss on his lips, pressing her body against his. Now he thinks this isn't half as bad as he thought.
As she continues to kiss him, she takes the feather tickler, running it up and down his thighs and across his belly. Tossing the tickler away, she kisses a trail across his chest, down his belly, stopping before she got to his cock. She drops down into a squat, his cock right in front of her face. She can almost hear him willing her to suck it, take it between her lips and make him cum.
But she doesn't. With one of her hands, she pushes his rigid cock to the side, placing a kiss on his ball sack. Rising to her full height, she moves to the armchair and sits down. As she sinks into the seat's cushions, she spreads her legs, her wet panties clinging to her pussy lips.
"Now if you're a good boy, you wont have to worry about getting hurt. This whip beside me is mainly for show, but I like to use it at times," she informs him. She moves forward a little so she's closer to the edge of the seat. Leaning back, she lifts up her left leg, placing it over the arm of the chair. Reaching down, she starts to run her fingers up and down the wet lace.
