Room Service

"Are you Mine?" He asked her. Not intimidatingly. Not angrily. Just an open question to ascertain that she was still committed to their relationship.

"Yes. I am Yours." She smiled sweetly, but genuinely, as she replied. Her eyes confirmed her promise.

His eyes scanned her face, checking for any trace of doubt or hesitation. He saw none.

"And are you still Mine?" She asked, mimicking his tone and furrowing her brow as she copied his gaze.

"Yes, my love. I am Yours. Only Yours." He replied, a playful smile dancing on the corners of his mouth.

"I am only Yours as well." She quickly added, a tone of urgency and earnestness creeping in.

He smiled and took her hands in his. They kissed tenderly, unhurried, as if drawing out the pleasure. "I have been imagining what mischief we might get up to this weekend. Perhaps we should have a glass of wine and share some thoughts?" He moved to the wine fridge to peruse the options. This wasn't your run of the mill hotel mini bar with tiny bottles that had a single glass of wine. This hotel suite had a mini wine fridge with full size bottles. "Red or white?"

"If there is a nice Chablis, white. Otherwise red." She draped herself on a chaise waiting for the choice to be made and her wine to be poured. Seeing her reflection in a mirror she adjusted her hair, tugged at her dress to show off her cleavage, drew back her shoulders and lengthened her neck. The luxury setting of the suite made her feel excited. It made her feel like she was being seduced.

He returned with two glasses of white wine, handed one to her, and sat down beside her.

Their glasses clinked in a toast. "To a wickedly dirty, romantic weekend away." She proposed. They both took a sip.

"Mmm. Wickedly dirty romance? That does sound fun. And quite in line with what I was hoping for." He replied, that smile back dancing on the corners of his mouth.

She could tell he had been plotting something. Coaxing it out of him was just the start of his game. "Did you, er, bring anything special, with you?" She tried this avenue of questioning first, while circling a curl of her dark brown hair around a slender finger with freshly French manicured nail. Perhaps he had purchased a particular toy. Or some lingerie.

"I did, my Love. I did. I brought a few special things. Some things we talked about, and some things we haven't talked about before, but... I really think you'll like them."

They each sipped their wine. He reached over and interlocked fingers with hers, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss it. They gazed into each others eyes. Their hands rested between them, still joined. His thumb rubbed her wedding band. She stared at it while he spun it.

"I wasn't sure if I should take it off." She said. Subconsciously she gently bit her lip.

"You don't have to, just because I took mine off." He reassured her.

"I know we said we wouldn't talk about 'them' at all. But.." She trailed off, letting it hang in the air, by way of asking permission.

"I know what we said. But we can talk about them, or him, if you want to. I just want us to make sure we focus the majority of our time on us. Because we deserve it." He said

"You're right. We do deserve it. You deserve some very special attention from me this weekend. And I intend to show you just how much I love you. And just how much you mean to me. Mine." Her eyes narrowed as she stressed the last word. Their promise to each other. Their way of committing to each other.

"Mine." He repeated, squeezing her hand in his.

They each drained the last dops of wine from their glasses. "Should I pour us another, or do you want to go out to a bar or restaurant?" She asked him.

"Let's have another glass here. I don't know about you, but I'd be quite happy not to leave this hotel suite all weekend. We could just order room service and lounge about naked all weekend and fuck each other senseless. How does that sound?" He raised his eyebrows and shrugged a little.

"That sounds divine." She tried to contain a naughty smile from spreading across her face. They kissed slowly and passionately as they both squeezed their interlocked fingers together tight.

She got up and moved to the table. He crossed one leg, raising his foot to rest on the other knee. He sat back with his arms outstretched along the back of the chaise. He was relaxed. Confident. Assured. He watched her move, admiring her figure in the red dress. He observed the outline of her ass, wondering what kind of underwear she had on beneath the dress. He looked for a hint of a bra strap beneath the thin string straps of the dress but couldn't see any.

Glasses refilled, she walked seductively back and set them down on the table. She smiled at him. His confidence was bordering on intoxicating. Not cocky, or arrogant. Confident. No doubt in his movements or voice. "Would you do me a favour?" He asked.

"Of course, my darling." She was only too happy to oblige him.

"I was just admiring how God damn fucking beautiful you look in that red dress." He said. His voice was like velvet. She could listen to him talk like this for hours. She had listened to him talk like this for hours. On the phone, seducing her with his words. Making her confess her inner desires. How she liked to be touched. How she longed for his touch.

She stood, hands on hips, allowing him to appraise her. She slowly turned, allowing him to see her from behind. She dropped a shoulder, tossed her long brown hair over it, and glanced back at him. She saw his eyes looking at her shiny patent red stilettoes, then following the long black seams on the back of her dark stockings up her slender legs to the hem of her skirt. Her ass. Beautiful and peach shaped. She gave her hips a little wiggle. His eyes continued higher to her back, her hair, her shoulder, her chin, her pouting red lips, finally meeting her dark brown eyes.

"Do you like my red dress? I bought it just for you."

"I do. I love it. I was just wondering though... what might it look like draped over the back of that chair there. Do you think the red would go with that dark emerald fabric, or will it clash?"

"Hmm. You know I'm not sure. Perhaps we should see? But perhaps I should close the curtains?" He looked behind him to the window. It was twilight and even though it was the weekend some of the office tower blocks had lights on. There were hotels and residential buildings but not too close.

"Mmnnn." He shook his head. "Let's leave them open." She raised her eyebrows and pouted before she nodded. Then she raised her arm reaching up to her side. She found the small zip in the seam of the dress and lowered it slowly, drawing out the sound of the zipper for as long as possible. Still facing away from him she unhooked a fastening at the top, and carefully let the dress fall down to reveal the back of a red strapless corset, slightly see through except for the bones providing rigid support. Then the dress fell lower to reveal a tiny red thong and black, hold up stockings.

Stepping out of the dress, she delicately bent down to pick it up. She opted for a tasteful bend at the knee, no mean feat in those heels, rather than a provocative lean forward to reveal if the thong would provide any modesty between her legs.

She slowly walked to one of the chairs at the dining table, and draped the red dress over it. She paused, crossing her arms, then raising one hand to her lips as if deep in thought. "I'm not sure." She said. "Perhaps it does clash a little. Maybe I should put it back on?"

"Don't you fucking dare!" He said, chuckling.

She turned to him and raised her eyebrows in mock surprise, cocking her head to the side. "Your call." She said, and walked slowly back to him. She was a vision of beauty. Long legs striding purposefully toward him. She felt the buzz of the wine. She felt confident. He made her confident. She knew her toned body filled the corset in just the right places. She stopped to pick up her glass, then slid in next to him on the chaise, as if this situation was quite normal.

He put his hand on her knee. They both looked at it. They both wanted it to go higher. He resisted the urge. She tossed her hair behind her and leaned her head on her hand, her elbow resting on the back of the chaise. She lifted one of her long legs up off the floor and stretched it out. "I hope you think the black stockings go with the rest of the outfit, what with everything else being red?" She asked.

"They are perfect. The whole outfit is perfect. I love that dress, but I just had to see what delights lay underneath." His hand ran up her thigh, tantalisingly close to her thong but instead of touching where she most desired, his fingers brushed past it to the small strap keeping it up around her waist, then to her ribs, tracing up one of the bones of the corset to her bosom. His finger trailed around the lace, tempting her nipple to firmness. Then further up her cleavage, tracing along her collarbone, then back along her shoulder, tucking her salon perfect waves of hair behind her ear, his finger delicately lifting her earlobe and cradling the long dangling gold earrings in his palm. Did he know she'd spent several hours in the salon this morning to look perfect for him? He admired the earrings he'd bought for her but never seen in person. They exchanged a knowing glance. His fingers curled behind her head and gently brought her mouth to his.

"Do you want to know what I brought for you?" He asked, before a brief smile gave away just a hint of his eagerness to show her.

"Yes please!" She said.

He got up and moved to the wardrobe. Reaching inside he returned with two boxes, one about the size of a shoe box, one smaller. Both were wrapped in matte black paper and fastened with gold ribbon. "I was thinking about some of our conversations, about some of the things we discussed. Some of the things we both said we wanted to try." He sat back down, placing the boxes between them on the chaise.

She let out a small squeal of excitement. "Thank you darling!" She reached in and gave him a small peck on the cheek. "Can I open them?"

"Of course. I hope you like them. No, I know you will like them."

"She reached for the smaller package, tugged at the gold ribbon and pulled away the paper. She gasped as she saw a wearable, remote control vibrator. Eyes wide she playfully bit her lip and looked at him. "Ahhh! You said you wanted to be able to pleasure me in public situations! But that means we would have to leave the room?" She said raising her eyebrows to question him.

"Well I'm sure we can practice with it here in the comfort of our suite first. Go ahead and open the other one."

She put down the vibrator and reached for the larger box. Again she tugged off the gold ribbon and removed the black paper. This time there was no indication on the box as to the contents. She lifted the lid off it and peered inside, curiosity and intrigue on her face. She reached a hand inside and pulled out... black straps, then black rope rope, then black cuffs, then a black leather blindfold. She gasped as she admired the collection of bondage restraints, all coordinated in black, a mixture of satin's, leather and polished silver clasps.

"I want to restrain you. Control your pleasure. Take you to the edge, then back again. If you'll let me." He said. There was no sense of begging or urgency in his voice. He was calm. His confidence soothed her. Made her want to please him. Be pleased by him.

"I want that too." She said. "I want to be Yours. To please you. If pleasing me pleases you, then so be it. If you think I need to wait, then make me wait. You can do. Whatever. You want. To me."

They kissed again. His hand reached for the back of her head and pulled her close. His tongue tentatively entered her mouth, finding her own tongue ready to meet it, pushing back gently, but conceding to it. Letting it in. Then responding as he removed his, gently following, then ceding again as he pushed back. She felt her spine tingle. The small, downy hairs on her arms stood on end. Goosebumps prickled on her forearms. Deep inside her, she squeezed her pelvic muscles. She was warm, wet, longing for him. Her hand had found its way to his shoulder. She gripped it harder and pulled him closer, willing him to take her, to know that she was ready.

He pulled his head back. She took a second to pause, lost in the passion of the kiss, then opened her eyes. He had picked up the box with the vibrator, unfastening it and taking out the toy from within. "I hope you don't mind," He said, "I took the liberty of opening it the other day to read how it works, and make sure it was fully charged."

"Success depends on preparation." She said, watching as he clicked a button on the pink vibrator, then reached into his pocket for his phone. He handed her the vibrator and she studied it. It had a smooth, soft finish, with a thicker, bulbous end to go inside, and a smaller, flatter end that presumably nestled up against her clitoris. He tapped his finger on his phone and the vibrator sprang to life, buzzing in the palm of her hand.

"So that is level one. Constant. And if I press this." He tapped at his phone screen again. The smaller end of the vibrator pulsed rhythmically on and off.

She moved the pulsing end to her breast, allowing it to vibrate against her excited nipple. He tapped the screen again. "Just imagine." He said, as the vibrations and pulsing increased. "We're at dinner. The waiter comes over to take our order. As he looks at you I press this." The vibrator suddenly pulsed even harder and stronger." Her eyes widened in shock at the thought.

"Imagine being unable to talk, for fear of moaning in pleasure?" He asked, before adding. "I might just have to order for you. While you close your eyes, gripping the tablecloth, as you try with all your might not to cum there and then in front of him. In front of the whole fucking restaurant."

"Oh fuck." She gasped, thinking of such a scenario as she continued to clutch the buzzing vibrator to her swollen nipple.

"Are you wet?" He asked, slowing the vibrations right back. She stayed silent and slowly nodded. "Show me." He said. Her leg shifted slightly, and her hand slipped between her thighs. She shifted again, then returned her hand to show him. Her forefinger and little finger spread out, the two middle fingers held together, both glistening with her excitement. He took the vibrator from her, and ushered her to stand up.

Now standing in front of him, he held her hand and pulled it around, indicating he wanted her to face away from him. She did as he wished and turned away. She heard the vibrator stop buzzing and waited for his next move. He admired her beautiful ass cheeks momentarily, before gently tugging the thin straps of her thong down to her thighs. Instinctively she adjusted her position, slightly spreading her legs. She knew that from his seated position he would have a perfect view of her pussy from behind.

He was looking directly at it, the slight bulge of her lips, swollen and ready to be taken. He glanced down at the wet gusset of her thong, glistening drops of her excitement left behind. He pushed the bulbous end of the vibrator to her lips, ready to insert. He gently introduced it, parting her lips as he moved it slowly up and down to coat it in her silky excitement. He brought it back to her entrance and paused. He pressed ever so slightly harder, her lips parting further to accommodate it. He could hear her breathing deeper. Her perfect thigh gap above the black stocking hold ups allowing him to see her pussy ready to take his gift.

He pushed slightly harder and felt her opening give way, greedily taking the pink toy. Looking down at his phone screen, he tapped the app as he inserted the thick end into her. It buzzed gently, the lowest setting. She let out a small yelp of pleasure as he continued to feed it into her. Once in, he made sure the smaller end was positioned over her clit. He tapped the screen again to stop the vibrator.

He stood now, directly behind her. She felt him tug her panties back into place, securing the vibrator firmly against her clit. One of his arms reached around her waist, holding her close. His chin resting on her shoulder. She braced herself and leaned back against him. His hand holding the phone was out in front of her. "Try it." He said.

She looked down and saw how the app worked. Two pulsing graphs showed the intensity of what must have been the two different ends. She tapped at a button next to the bottom charts. The pulse moved higher, leaving a trailing line behind it as the chart continued to record show movement. She felt the corresponding buzz deep inside her and moaned in pleasure. She pushed another button next to the higher chart and immediately the pulse started dancing higher and lower. Corresponding waves of vibration pulsed against her clit. "Ooohh. Oh yes. Fuck yes." She said, gasping in between sentences.

"You like it?" He asked her, already fully aware she was loving it.

"Mm hmmm." She replied, squeezing her thighs as the pulses and vibrations worked their magic. She reached behind with an arm, grasping behind his head with her hand while she steadied herself against his leg with the other, giving herself over to him. She wanted to let him control her pleasure. She knew that's what he craved and she longed to both be pleased, and please him.

But instead of increasing the tempo the toy fell silent. She waited, hoping for it to resume. "Let's not get too carried away." He said. Why don't we see what else we have to play with? Her breathing returning to normal, she stood forward. She felt the urge to carry on but trusted her lover would bring her pleasure to climax soon enough.

With the vibrator discretely inside her, she turned to examine the ropes and restraints. "And just where do you plan to tie me up with these?" She enquired, running a tied bundle of bondage rope over her body.

"Maybe to the bed." He said, looking around the room. Maybe to this chaise? Or maybe lash you to a dining chair. And force you to swallow me. As I edge you closer with the vibrator."

"Oh. Yes please." She panted. "I promise not to come before you do." She fluttered her eyelashes in her most feminine show of submission.

"What about these?" He said, holding the blindfold and the cuffs in each hand.

"Oh. What would you like to do with them?" She asked.

"I know there is a club near here. A club that specialises in exhibitionism and voyeurism. Where you can watch others. Or be watched."

She bit her lip and looked down. Her eagerness to please him was dampened by sudden panic. He knew from her demeanour she was in uncertain territory. "If... if that's what you want..." She started. She looked down and didn't finish her sentence.

He set down the restraints and mask, and gently touched her chin with one hand, raising her head to look into her eyes. "It's just not about what I want. It's what we both want. If you're not ready to take that step yet, or ever, that's fine. I want to please you. I want you to trust me. I want you to give yourself to me. Knowing that I only want to please you. In ways you never thought possible. In ways that thrill you. But never, ever in fear."

She smiled, then slowly nodded. "I like the idea of being tied up. I definitely want to explore that with you. I know you would never hurt me. I trust you. Completely. I'm... just not sure about being seen by so many people. I feel an element of excitement at being seen just... not by so many people. Yet. I think I would enjoy watching other people. I know I would. I do. I just don't feel ready to go out into the world and do it on the grand stage."

"You like watching other people? Tell me more." He sat down, and she sat next to him. She placed her hand on his trousers above his cock. She could feel him thick. She knew he wasn't fully erect yet, but she hoped to change that.