At two minutes to seven, Euan walked into the cocktail bar where he'd agreed to meet Meghan. She was sitting at the bar, dressed as she had been instructed: high stiletto heels, a black dress, and his favorite shade of her dark red lipstick. Her copper-red hair was down and curled. It was not her natural look and he appreciated the effort she'd gone to.
He walked up quietly behind her, gently inhaled her perfume, and said, "Good evening."
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She turned around and greeted him by opening her stance for his approval.
"Do you like the dress?"
"I do" he replied, "It is exactly what I was hoping for."
The dress had a deep V in the chest that left little to the imagination. He inspected it, putting one hand on her waist, subtly planning for how he was going to remove this later.
He took the seat next to her and ordered two drinks, an old-fashioned for himself and an espresso martini for her.
Meghan slid her foot down his shin, making a point to poke him with the point of her heel. He looked down at them and noticing how shiny and new they appeared he asked how often she wore them.
"Not often." She replied, "Only on special occasions. I love wearing them but they are a little difficult to walk in. I had to get a cab here tonight because there was no way I could drive in them."
Euan smiled. "I appreciate it, it pleases me a lot to see you wear them, and..." he held the thought for half a second, "struggle along in them for me. "
She blushed. "Yes Sir, anything for you Sir".
"Sir?" he raised an eyebrow. "A little formal tonight, aren't we?"
She leaned in close, biting a bottom lip to restrain her grin. "Daddy." She breathed into his ear. The word reverberated from her mouth down her body as a soft wave of pleasure.
He put his hand on the small of her back. "That's more like it!"
They enjoyed each other's company and talked about their lives. He was a little older than her and took an interest in her career. He liked hearing about the great things she was doing and offered some mentor-like career advice where he could. The respect and admiration he felt for her was foreplay for what he had in mind later. The contrast between her to the world and her for him hardened his cock.
After they'd finished their drinks, he called for a cab. The hotel he was staying at was a little out of town by the interstate.
"Are you not staying at your usual hotel? "
"Not this time; some out-of-town business guests are staying there too, and I'd rather keep my affairs to myself. "
"Fair!" She replied giggling. This was partly true. He did think there would be some of his professional contacts at his usual hotel; however, he had other reasons for wanting their tryst to be out of the way.
When they got into the hotel room he opened the door for her to walk in. She put her purse down on the table. She did not dare take her shoes off or remove any other item of clothing; this is how she had been told to dress after all.
She stood obediently, expectantly, and shyly in the center of the room. Euan circled her slowly, inspecting her and building anticipation, as much for himself as for her.
She waited patiently, looking down with slight embarrassment occasionally but correcting herself to be on display for him. Euan noticed this and playfully pushed her chin up with his index finger forcing her to make eye contact with him. Even in her heels, he towered over her.
He stood in front of her, took her wrists, forced them behind her back, and held them there. He let a struggle a little. He liked to do this at the beginning of their encounters to show her his grip strength and the futility of struggling. They were both well aware of these facts but the struggle was foreplay for them.
He glided his mouth over her neck giving her kisses while still holding her wrists behind her back. He started around her collarbone and worked his way up to her ear, getting a little more violent each time, culminating with a bite of her ear lobe making her gasp.
He let go and whispered to her, "Are you ready to be a fucking slut for me, Princess?" He felt her struggle and squirm, and moan.
"Yes Daddy, I've been ready since you walked into the bar".
"Good girl." He released her wrists and guided her over to the sofa, he sat down and she instinctively got on her knees. He stroked her face affectionately to show his appreciation of that.
He took out his hard cock, while she waited expectantly. He played with it a little first. She didn't take her eyes off it but didn't dare touch him or make a move until instructed. If he wanted to tease her that was his privilege.
"How much do you want to please me, Princess?"
"Oh, so much Daddy, please!" He offered it to her, and she put her mouth around it.
"Show me what a good girl you are."
"Mmmmm" she beamed. She was exceptionally skilled at this act.
"Fuck, Princess!" he groaned. She worked her way down his cock, slowly, taking it a little more each time until as deep as she could and holding it there.
"That's a good girl. There's no hurry, take your time."
She closed her eyes, keeping his cock in her throat. Once she started to gag he pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her drool-covered mouth.
"Let's get you out that dress before you make a mess of it you dumb whore".
He turned her around and unzipped her dress in a single motion; it fell to the floor around her ankles.
"Oh! I've never been undressed like that before!"
She was wearing oxblood-colored lingerie that perfectly complemented her lipstick. The site stopped him for a moment.
"Do you like them"She enquired, with a smile that indicated she knew the answer.
"I do."
"They're new, I wanted to get something special for you." He stroked the panties feeling the warm wetness behind them. He moved them to one side and slid a finger inside of her tight slit slowly.
"Who does this belong to?" He teased.
"You Daddy!" She whispered. "It's yours."
He moved his finger around inside her, exploring her although he already knew every inch of it. "That's right."He said. He removed his finger and put it in her mouth; she sucked it clean.
"Good girl."
He'd had enough of teasing her now. It was all too much; the wet warmth of her slit was too inviting. He grabbed her by the throat and pinned her to the bed. He moved aside her panties with his free hand. Holding her in place he inserted himself inside of her as deep as he could go with a single thrust. He wanted to overwhelm her body with his. He applied force to her throat to hold her in place; he let out a deep groan.
Despite the violence, she was serene. Safe in the knowledge he could damage her -- but wouldn't. Able to sink into the moment and merge her pleasure with his.
"Fuck, Princess! I've missed you!" Her pussy squeezed his cock in acknowledgment, and pride lit up her face, even though she was struggling to breathe. Euan had been controlling the pace of evening thus far, and was now losing the battle with himself, he could think of nothing else but fucking his whore into oblivion.
He did not take his eyes off of her's the whole time. Having the laser-focused attention on her was delicious and terrifying in equal measure. "Cum on my cock" he ordered.
