The Golden Rule -

Every seat at the bar was full, but Lila patiently nursed her club soda until the couple next to her stood up to leave. From the snippets she'd overheard, they were headed downstairs, where anyone could walk by and peruse the viewing windows into rooms where people explored their darkest desires. The chair next to Lila was barely open for a moment when she felt someone's arm brush against hers as they slid in. "Mind if I sit here?" came a smooth voice.

Lila looked to her right and saw expensive wingtips topped with tight dark jeans that revealed a promising bulge, leading up to a lightweight cashmere sweater with the sleeves pushed up to show a gleaming Patek Philippe watch. He had an expensive haircut and an unremarkable face, except for two small scars slashing through the left eyebrow. This is the one, she thought to herself, but kept her face still and let the silence stretch out a few more moments before responding, "Please do."

It was important at this stage to let him be in charge, so she gave him a shy smile and looked down at her drink, which was mostly ice at this point. Almost immediately his hand slid across the back of her chair, fingers just brushing her long dark hair and making her shiver slightly. His mouth quirked up just barely on one side, and he deliberately swept his thumb lightly along her bare shoulder, eliciting another shiver and then a trail of goosebumps. She laughed nervously but didn't try to move away, and his smile grew larger as he looked her over, noticing the plunging neckline of her white dress, barely held over her shoulders by thin straps. Her long legs crossed elegantly, and strappy sandals wound up her calves, brown leather criss-crossing over creamy skin. He caught the bartender's eye and said "Glenfiddich neat, and a glass of Cristal for the lady."

Lila preferred bourbon, but no need to rock the boat. "Thank you," she murmured when the drinks appeared, leaning close to let her breath brush his neck, and pressing her breast briefly against his chest before sitting back to wait for his next move.

"Your name, sweetheart?" He asked as he looked her over again, thinking to himself that she'd do very well for the night.

"Lila...Sir," she responded, with a pause to make sure he'd notice the honorific. She heard his quick inhale and felt his hand slide up her back to the nape of her neck, where he took a firm hold and turned her face towards him to examine her expression. Gotcha! She thought to herself.

"Lila, finish your drink. We're leaving," he murmured into her ear. Not a question. Just a statement of fact.

She didn't object or ask any questions, just took a few more sips until the glass was drained, holding herself perfectly still under his hand as he watched her throat move with each swallow. She finished the glass, set it gently down on the bar, picked up her bag, and waited for his instruction. She didn't wait long. Without moving his hand from her neck, he stood and stepped back slightly from the bar, reaching his other hand out to grasp hers and help her out of the chair. Once she stood, his hand slid from her neck, down her back, to rest with the edge of his fingers just touching where her generous curves started. She made sure to sway her hips subtly as she walked ahead of him, away from the bar and out of the dimly lit club.

Neither spoke as they waited for the valet, or during the short drive to his place. A room at the club would have been safer, but he didn't offer and Lila didn't suggest it. Let him proceed exactly as he wished. She had a good idea of where the evening was heading, but still felt a thrill of anticipation to see it unfold. His hand rested on her knee as he drove, fingers teasing the sensitive inner skin, and she squeezed her thighs together before sliding them a few inches apart, giving him access to whatever he might want. Feeling the motion, he glanced over briefly, then gave her a firmer squeeze.

As they walked up to his door, Lila clenched her teeth, then gave a nervous laugh and murmured, "I don't usually do this."

He glanced at her face briefly, and then after unlocking the door, turned to her and drew her in for a gentle kiss. One hand slid around to the back of her neck and the other to the small of her back, holding her completely still while he pressed his lips to hers, then over each of her closed eyes. He leaning her back and pressed kisses down her neck. So romantic, she thought as she surrendered to his touch. Finally he turned them and began moving, walking her backwards through the doorway as he kissed the sensitive skin beneath her jaw. When she opened her eyes, they were inside his house with the door closed. He gently brushed his fingers down the side of her face and said, "We'll have another drink, help you relax."

"Yes, please," she agreed. As he led her through the entryway, she glanced around, noting several luxurious couches and a single sturdy armchair positioned around a low ottoman in the center of the spacious sunken living room. He led her to the ottoman and took both of her hands in his. "Sit here, Lila, and wait for me."

She nodded and began to sink down but he didn't release her hands, halting her movement. When she glanced up she saw an expectant look on his face and his eyebrows slightly raised. What had she missed? Oh. "Yes, Sir," she said respectfully, and he nodded approval before finally releasing her hands to let her sink down.

He poured himself another scotch and mixed her a vodka tonic, bringing it over to the living room. Lila sat completely still, waiting for instruction.

Perfect. She's absolutely perfect, he thought to himself. As he held the highball glass out towards her, she obediently reached up to take it, but he pushed past her hand and pressed the icy glass directly against the thin fabric covering her breast, eliciting a small gasp. That was the only sound she made, even as he slid the glass up and down, teasing her nipple which had instantly hardened, and turning the white fabric translucent so that when he moved the glass away, her reddened, jutting nipple was clearly visible even through her dress. Pleased with her acceptance, he moved the glass up to her lips and held it there for her to drink, tilting back further when she tried to lean away, letting some of the icy liquid slide down her chin. He watched it drip down to her chest, and imagined other drips sliding down her cheeks and throat.

When he took the glass away from her lips, he watched as she tried to catch her breath, wondering at his luck in finding her so easily. "Lila," he said, "take your shoes off. Then your dress. I want to look at you." Without waiting for a response, he turned and took a few steps away to set the drinks on a small side cabinet, then sat and relaxed in the soft leather of his father's armchair. So many good memories in this chair, and tonight promised to be another evening to recall fondly.

When he looked up, Lila was still sitting on the ottoman, looking a bit lost. Like she wasn't sure if he really meant her to actually strip. A frown creased his forehead just for a second, though actually he was glad. After all, perfect obedience was a bit boring. "Lila. Now," he ordered, and looked at her steadily to make sure she knew he was serious.

Eyes wide, she slowly leaned over to untie the straps of her sandals, making sure the loose fabric of her dress flashed her bare breasts at him as she did so. She pulled her sandals off, then stood slowly and pulled the thin straps of her dress down, keeping her arms slightly angled out so that the blousy fabric slid down slowly. Have to put on a good show, she thought to herself, and twisted around before the fabric slid far enough to expose her breasts, and presented him with her backside. She reached back to gently tug the zipper down over her ass, feeling the fabric gape and the cool air touching her bare cheeks. She hated thongs and never wore them, even though she knew men loved the sight of those lacy scraps. But fuck that, nothing was worth that discomfort. When the dress hit the floor, she stepped out of it one foot at a time. Then, keeping her back to him, she leaned over at the waist to pick up the fabric, giving him a great view of her ass, which she considered her best feature. Still working the 'shy girl' persona, she folded the fabric gently and set it on the ottoman before turning back to see his lips parted and eyes shining. He was practically salivating.

How to move this along without breaking character? she wondered, and paused for a moment before she whispered, "I...I'm not sure what to do, Sir," and gave him a pleading look before she sank gracefully to her knees.

At the sight of her kneeling, knees slightly spread to show the dark hair between her legs, he knew he couldn't wait much longer. Not that there was any need to wait. This woman was now his to take. Even if she tried to back out, she'd come too far. The automatic lock on the front door required a thumbprint to open it, even from the inside, and the rest of the house was on a tight security system that allowed no one in or out without access codes.

"Come to me. On your knees," he instructed quietly. He was never loud himself, though he enjoyed the cries of others inordinately.

Time to make sure, Lila thought. "I...I haven't done this before, Sir. Do...do I need a safe word?"

He shook his head slowly. What a beautiful little fool. "No, Lila. You may simply ask me to stop at any time."

Lila nodded tremulously, then leaned forward and began to crawl towards him, her small breasts swaying gently as she moved across the short distance. When she reached his knees she stopped and sat up, looking at him for his next command.

"Eyes on the floor unless I say otherwise," he whispered. She instantly complied, and he took another sip of scotch while he looked her over, thinking of all he wanted to do to her, and what should be first. Go for shock and awe immediately? Or start small and gradually escalate, enjoying each stage of increasing bewilderment in her eyes as she tried to make sense of what was happening?

No, even better: Keep her guessing. Go a little hard, then back off until she thought she'd imagined the viciousness, letting her get comfortable before pushing her even further. He glanced to each corner of the ceiling to ensure his hidden cameras were recording. He didn't want to lose a second of this night, which was sure to be exquisite.

Lila kept her eyes down as she kneeled at his feet, but still noticed through her peripheral vision him glancing around. She smiled a tiny bit, which he completely missed.

Suddenly he reached out and grabbed the back of her neck for the third time that evening, but this time it wasn't just symbolic. He pulled her forward sharply until she was between his spread legs, and she quickly shuffled her knees forward to try to balance. He glanced down and saw her knees pressed together, then snapped, "Spread apart."

She hesitated for a moment, not sure what he meant exactly, and he gave her a small shake to show her she was in his power (which she rolled her eyes at internally, though her face showed only helpless confusion.) He tapped her knee with his foot to clarify his command, and she quickly spread her knees as far as she could, trapped within the confines of his legs.

Maintaining his grip on her neck, he lifted his right leg up and over her left knee, lowered his foot down between her legs, then lifted the pointed toe to gently push it against her soft belly. She inhaled sharply but remained motionless, as he pulled his foot back slightly, only to lower it and nudge the tip in again. His shoe pressed against her dark curls before wiggling and shoving just barely inside her body as he stared at her, eager to see her response. She didn't disappoint, letting her mouth part softly as her entire body tensed. Her arms stayed obediently down but he saw her hands curl into little fists as she seemed to struggle to stay still while a stranger violated her, pressing into her delicate flesh with the stiff, polished leather and hard sole of his dress shoe. He twisted his foot slightly left to right, confirming with the easy glide that she was wet. What a little slut. "Hands behind your back, holding your opposite elbows," he ordered. When she hesitated for a moment, trying to process his instruction, he reached out with his other hand to sharply pinch her nipple. That got her moving, and he chuckled as her arms snapped back, thrusting her chest out. Now to keep her off balance, he reminded himself: a little kindness, then push a little more. "Good girl. Very good," he murmured, gently caressing her neck. "You're going to be a good little slut for me, aren't you?" he asked quietly. Her eyes flew up at the vulgar word and he was ready again with a pinch to the same abused nipple, now a dark red. "Eyes down, don't make me remind you again," he said quietly. Always quietly. He didn't need to raise his voice, she should be straining to hear and obey his every word.

Lila snapped her eyes down again, having seen what she needed to: his pupils were growing wide with arousal, which confirmed the slight sweat she could feel on his palm at her neck. She loved a nipple tweak and wished he would do the other side. She also wished she could get just a little friction, and had to work to keep her hims still. The shoe was a nice touch, she'd have to remember that.

"I ask you a question. Are you going to be a good little slut for me?" he repeated.

"Y-yes, sir," Lila responded, almost a moan. How far could she go and keep it believable? She decided on a small shiver, and counted on her arousal to flush her fair skin, giving the impression she was embarrassed and humiliated.

Good, he thought. Now a little more. "Good girl. A good little slut like you will get off however you can. You just can't resist, can you? Show me." He pulled his foot back and down until it rested flat on the floor, then pressed her shoulders to force her body lower until the top of his shoe was pressed up between her spread thighs, stiff leather and thin laces fully in contact with her slippery, delicate skin. "Show me," he repeated, and pressed her down even more.

Lila hesitantly began to rock her hips back and forth. It was what she'd been dying for, but it wouldn't do to appear too eager. She bit her lip, drawing his attention up to her face.

He couldn't resist her plush lips and thrust his thumb between them, pressing down on her tongue and then pushing her jaw down from the inside to see the inside of her wet, pink mouth. She whimpered with her mouth open, drooling a little and getting his hand overly wet. Suddenly he couldn't wait any longer. He could play nice later, but he needed to feel her now.

He shoved her back abruptly so that she fell to the ground, but without time to move her legs or arms she was trapped, her limbs tangled beneath her, and chest and sex thrust upward and open, with no easy way to move or turn herself. He stood quickly, looming over her to grab her hair and yank her back up to her knees, her arms now hanging slack to the sides. "You broke position, slut. I didn't tell you to release your arms," he shook his head in mock disappointment. "I guess I'll have to help you, until you can learn to do better on your own." Glancing behind her, he noticed her shoes with the long straps. "Bring me your shoes," he commanded. She was still breathing heavily, from arousal and the pain and surprise of her sudden fall, but she'd already learned more about obedience, and she turned quickly and crawled over to the shoes, then brought them back. She seemed to be trying to avoid punishment, which was of course futile, but highly entertaining to watch. She clearly thought she could win this little game. But he made the rules, and he always won the game. She wasn't even a player, not really. Just a toy he enjoyed moving around.

He accepted the shoes and snapped off one of the long straps, keeping his eyes on her face to catch her expression, and was delighted to see the dismay as her pricey designer shoe was ruined. Yes, she was very entertaining. Probably enough for more than just one night.

He stepped around behind her quickly, leaned down, and tied the strap around one wrist, then the other, with a small bit of slack between them. He made sure the leather cord was too tight to slip off, but not tight enough to affect her circulation. She could still bend and move her arms slightly, which she immediately did, testing the bond. He allowed her a moment to realize her new situation, then grasped her hair again. "With me, little slut," he announced, and strode quickly back to the ottoman in the center of the room, amused at her awkward efforts to knee-walk fast enough to keep her hair from being pulled.

He kicked the dress off the ottoman, then roughly swung her forward by the hair until her belly slammed into the dark leather. Then stepped behind her, placed a hand in the center of her back, and pushed down firmly, forcing her chest against the padded footstool with her hands still tied behind her back. Quite a contrast to the gentle, polite way he'd helped her sit when she first walked in the room, just minutes ago. "Slut. I told you, legs apart," he sighed and nudged he calves with sharp little kicks until her knees were further apart than the ottoman legs, and she was completely exposed, showing him all the sweet, tender flesh he couldn't wait to use.

Lila grunted at the pointy toes of his shoes poking into her legs, but the slight pain made a good contrast to her excitement. She always enjoyed rough handling, but also knew that this whole scene was really just the warm-up, and as much as she was feeling good, she was anxious to get to the main event. She heard a zipper and had a feeling they were about to get there very soon.

He pulled out his throbbing prick, then bent down with one knee to the ground between her legs, and the other foot firmly planted outside her knee. With one hand stroking himself, he used the other to thrust three fingers roughly into her wet cunt, confident that her flesh would yield to him, though of course not painlessly. If he had to get lube, he'd be very disappointed and she'd be even sorrier. But no, she was plenty wet, and though she squealed at his intrusion, his fingers were soon slick and sliding easily in and out as he put the strength of his arm into the movement, so he could go deep and hard. Finally he heard a pathetic sob and smiled. She still hadn't voiced any protest, though. Time to really push and find out what it would take to make her break.

He pulled his hand back and slicked his wet fingers over his cock, then took a firm grip on her ass with both hands, pulled her cheeks roughly apart, and stared at her tiny asshole as he nudged his throbbing head up against the tight, dry hole. He imaginined how the clenched little opening would look soon, when it was stretched wide around him. He slid his tip around for a moment, savoring the slick, warm glide, and listened closely for her moment of realization. That this contact wasn't accidental, on the way to her easy slickness. That her tightest, most painful entrance was about to be penetrated. There it was. A gasp, then a sobbing breath and she began to shake her head. He loved the sight of her long glossy hair sliding back and forth across her back as she tried to deny what was about to happen. She hadn't spoken yet, but any moment now, she would. He waited, luxuriating in the pleasant anticipation of taking what he wanted by force.

"Sir...what..." she ventured, already hoarse with tears and desperation. And he hadn't even taken her throat yet - an oversight for sure. Plenty of time for that later, though.

"What is it, slut?" he asked calmly, still rubbing her wrinkled skin with his cock, and leaned forward ever-so-slightly, just barely beginning to press against the tight flesh, to feel her heat surrounding his hard, throbbing arousal.