to do it. Don't make it harder on me by questioning everything I say or do. Can you do that for me?" Victoria looked scared and she was too. It was now showtime and she was petrified!
"Are you sure you're up to whatever you have planned here Victoria? I don't know what you have planned but if it's making you this uncomfortable maybe you shouldn't do it." Daemon's voice held an edge of concern and something else. Victoria almost abandoned all her machination until she looked at him and saw in his eyes that look that said she wasn't woman enough to do whatever she had set her mind to. It only served to fuel her anger more and give her the boost of confidence she needed to see it through.
"Thank you for your concern Daemon but it's something that needs to be done. It should have been done a long time ago -
And it would have been if I had known the bastard you were before tonight.
- and tonight is the night it's gonna happen, for better or worse."
Victoria looked resolute, and felt her confidence build even more when Daemon said, "Oh well, if it's something you have to do, who am I to stand in your way huh? Anyway it looks like I'm in for a quite a ride. Does that mean I get
lucky
tonight?"
Victoria laughed, laughed for all the tears she had shed during the day. "Yes baby, that's exactly what it means; you and I both get lucky tonight. Now come sit in the living room, drink your coffee and let me get you comfortable."
She took him by the hand and led him to the chair in the corner of the room. She'd never really liked the suite, with its low, flat, wooden armrests and the chair had barely been used. But now it would come into its own; the arms perfect for restraining him at just the height she wanted.
Daemon sat down, noticing the straps and belts on the floor. His eyes widened,
"Surely not..."
he thought, remembering...
"Oh, what was her name..."
last month, that girl who bound him and teased him before they screwed. That had been the best sex he'd had in a while. If this was what she planned, it could be a very interesting evening.
Victoria had expected a little more resistance when she told him she needed to restrain him. She explained she was to be his own little lap dancer and that 'house rules' forbade him to touch. "I have no security people to enforce the rule and I'm sure you won't be able to resist me," she said with a seductive smile. Then she picked up one of the straps, adjusting the buckle. She'd removed the shoulder straps from the sports bags of their luggage set; an anniversary present from him. "First, your legs" she stated, wrapping it around the back of the chair leg and securing it around his ankle.
With both legs secured, she waited a minute before continuing. She didn't want to rush it for fear of arousing anxiety in him and have him fight her off. She sat on the floor at his feet, reasoning her submissive position would make him feel he still retained some control.
Reaching for a belt, she rested a hand on his thigh saying, "Now I need to fix your arms, so you won't be able to grab me and ruin it." Well, he certainly didn't want to ruin it if it was going to be as good as before and he relaxed his arms, allowing her to strap them in place as she wished. He hadn't noticed she'd made extra holes, having earlier tried them for size, allowing for his arms being bigger than hers. But what he did notice was that she strapped his arms much more tightly than that girl had. Then, he had been able to slip free if he wanted. Not this time. He felt a little apprehension, but then decided that this was Victoria. What did he have to worry about?
"Okay darling," she began, the very word grating with her, "are you comfortable?"
Without waiting for an answer, she moved to the stereo and started the CD she'd put in earlier. It wasn't one of his favourites but who cared? This evening was for her, not him. She began to dance, lithely, seductively, body swaying to the music.
Her choice of music irritated him. She knew he didn't like it and it made no sense choosing it if she planned seduction. He was less comfortable than minutes earlier, although he couldn't deny how sexy she looked with her blouse virtually undone, now, breasts jiggling from her movements. He felt his cock growing, unable to wait to see her tits; ever impatient, never one to savour a moment.
Victoria pulled her blouse from her skirt and undid the final button. She pushed her shoulders back and gravity instigated the slide of the garment down her arms. She heard him gasp in appreciation as the motion of her arms pushed her chest out, making her breasts seem bigger and she noted the satin covered bulge that wasn't there before. Her teasing was working.
She turned her back on him and undid the clasp of her skirt, letting it slide in the same direction her blouse had taken. She bent, ostensibly to pick her clothing up, but deliberately to show her ass. She knew it would drive him crazy and as she dropped her skirt and blouse onto the sofa, she noticed him wriggling in the chair. "Please, Vickie. You're making me hard, but my pants are a little twisted. My cock is pushing against the seam. It's not comfortable."
She looked to his crotch. It did looked pretty packed there and there was a little wet spot at the end of a curving shape. She could only imagine the discomfort he must feel, with his cock growing and pushing but having nowhere to go. It brought a mischievous smile to her face which she hoped wouldn't give anything away. She'd only planned to mess with his mind. If she could cause a little pain for his 'pride and joy'...well that was a bonus.
Victoria turned her back again, hoping the same view would make him throb a little more painfully. She reached behind and undid the strap of her bra and then backed up until she was almost against his knees. She bent forward again, allowing the bra to fall to the floor and all he could do was look at her ass. He groaned partly in frustration, and partly in discomfort. At first he'd thought she had no panties, but now he noticed the thin strip of material between her cheeks and the part where it widened to cover her cunt. He'd never seen her in a g-string before. Victoria had always worn quite plain panties.
As much as she enjoyed tormenting the bastard she didn't want to appear callous and give the game away. Nevertheless, she couldn't resist reaching a hand between her legs and running a finger over her pussy, quite sure that he could see. The sound he made confirmed it and she straightened, turned and kneeled at his feet. Immediately she saw just how confined his dick was. The wet spot had become bigger and she could see how constricting things were.
"Oh...poor baby. Is it hurting you, sweet thing?" She teased. "Let me help you with that," she continued as he looked agonisingly but longingly at her unfettered breasts. She reached out, searching for the opening in his pants, finding the fastenings. There were two and she popped them open, pulling on one side. His penis was released from its confines and sprang through the opening. "Ahhh, that's better," he hissed in relief.
Rising and stepping back she made eye contact. When she knew she had his attention, she slid her hand down inside her g-string and rubbed her pussy again until she felt her fingers were wet enough, then brought her hand back out. She saw he could see how her fingers glistened with her juices and she reached out. "Would you like to taste?" she asked, putting her fingers to his lips.
He inhaled her scent and licked her fingers. She slid her forefinger between his lips and he suckled on it like an infant. "Some more, baby?" she asked. Without waiting for the inevitable 'yes' she turned again and began sliding her panties down. She bent slightly as the stringy waistband slid over her buttocks. He was mesmerised in that moment when the small patch of material clung to her pussy, delaying removal by a couple of seconds.
She inserted another finger, then brought it again to his lips. As he opened up, she raised the g-string to his mouth, slipping it between his lips before he knew what was happening. "If you're good, you may get to taste my honey first hand. Would you like to lick me there?" As she was thinking
this asshole could only be 'good for nothing',
his response was just an eager nodding.
Victoria straddled his legs and, by lowering and raising her body, began rubbing herself on him. "You know, babe," she purred, "I just love having you like this. You can hardly move and I can do whatever I want to you. Does that make you nervous?" He felt the heat and wetness of her pussy on his knee as he looked into her face for some clue as to why she was like this; so unlike her. He couldn't deny she was very sexy and he was so turned on. But it was a little unsettling all the same.
