He was sat in his favourite black leather armchair, his dark jeans pulled tight over his legs but he didn't seem to notice. His black shirt was untucked and he had already unbuttoned the top button. His long fingers wrapped loosely around the crystal glass balanced on the wide arm of the chair, the deep amber liquid swirled inside the glass. He was lost in thought so didn't notice when the door opened. She made her way into the dimly lit room and got half way across before he noticed her arrival.
His eyes flickered to her as she walked towards him. She wore a long, black silk dressing gown which was pulled tight so it clung invitingly to her curves and left the hem to trail freely across the floor behind her. The front of the gown fell open from the waist down as she walked, showing off her long tanned legs. She wore her hair loose, so it fell in soft curls down her back. When she came to a stop just in front of him, she purposely made sure she was close enough that she could see his features and he could see the glint in hers, but that she was just far enough back that he couldn't reach her without moving out the chair.
His gaze fixed on her hands as she slowly pulled the knot at her waist, allowing the gown to fall open. She paused for a fraction of a second before she shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall for the floor, pooling at her feet.
The duo of black and red rope interlaced around her chest and back in an array of intricate knots. The rope followed the curves of her body and outlined her ample breasts, pulled tight so they pushed them upwards. The red, jewelled clamps bit into her hard nipples, making the look fuller, more engorged and begging to be taken by his mouth. She wore a pair of black silk knickers, sheer, black stockings and a pair of black high heels.
He didn't say a word as his eyes devoured her. She watched intently as his body language said what his words were not. His legs had widened to accommodate the growing bulge clearly visible now. His eyes darkened with that look that always set her heart racing, the look that sent a prickle of fear across her skin, it was the look that held all the warning she was going to get. She watched his chest rise and fall faster than a moment ago and his grip on the glass caused his knuckles to turn white.
Moving slow, she came to kneel between his legs and let her hands rest on his strong thighs, she felt the muscles twitch beneath her touch. She lifted her eyes to meet his, her gaze had the usual glint of mischievousnesses that always made him harder than he'd known and it held the question she wouldn't voice out loud. A small nod of his head gave her the permission she needed. Biting her lip, she pushed her hands towards his groins and savoured the feel of his hardness, hoping he didn't notice the slight tremble in her hand as her fingers made light work of his buttons and slowly lowered the zipper.
