"Now spread your legs." Stylishly she whispered her command.
Immediately he craved her hand. Anywhere. On his skin. Between his legs. "Oh god touch my balls!" He willed her to come back. She did not. She walked around him instead. Slow. Clip clopping. High heeled steps. She moved away from him. Behind him and to the side.
He was a man. A strong man. A success. People did what he wanted. He had weapons. He had looks. Neo classical good looks. Firm young skin. A strong jaw and a low thin narrow nose. Unshaven. Not because he'd been late. He was never late. He was always five minutes early. His stubbled beard was the way he wanted it. Exactly the way he wanted it. A shock of perfect hair fell perfectly across one eyebrow. Prematurely flecked with grey his chest hair was a taught thin mesh around his small, but pebble hard nipples.
Thin sinewy muscle barely hidden by a deeply tanned and youthful skin stretched as he reached up. His hands cuffed. Soft velvet cuffs pegged to an overhead beam. A muscular hollow formed in the strength of each ass cheek. His feet weren't clasped by anything other than her word bonds. Exposed. Yielding his legs to her voice. He spread them. His perfect body exposed to her stare.
None of his wealth could help him here. The two people in this mansion, were in the basement. The house well off in a deep green wood on the hillside. No one lived within a mile of here. They could have been upstairs, or in the finished attic or on the second floor in his bedroom, but they were not. He was surrounded by his own grounds. He stood before a glass sliding door of pure light which allowed the afternoon sun into the room and onto his exposed flesh. Onto his cock which stood straight up. Tight.
He owned the house. All the furniture now at her disposal. Nothing too exotic for he had never been into this before, or so he thought. He was a private man. Now he was exposed.
As far as the eye could see he controlled everything.
