He glanced at King, who nodded, and then he sighed. Digging into the pocket of his leather jacket, he produced keys and dangled them in front of me, but when I went to reach for them, he snatched them away again. “Take VIP one. Two’s ready for another guest tomorrow. Clean up after you’re done. I don’t want to see one bit of cum in there. Do you understand? Not one drop.”
I chuckled. “I’ll make him lick it up if it comes to that.”
“I’ve got dominatrix clothing in there for an event happening next weekend. Don’t mess anything up.” He passed me the keys, and I squealed in excitement, slapping a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
“You’re a doll. Thank you!” I didn’t give him time to second guess his decision before I was nearly running back to the bar. I waved at a few Courtesans on the way past and made it back to Ross in record time. My gym teacher from high school would have been proud.
By the time I got to him, Ross had already drunk half his beer, and I had no desire for mine, so I grabbed his hand and yanked him toward the stairs that would lead to the second floor.
“I didn’t get our drinks,” Ross said, but I shook my head.
“Fuck ’em, love bug. I need to get laid.” I nearly tripped up the steps in my excitement, and my dick struggled against the confines of my underwear. I needed Ross, and I needed him now. Pleasantries didn’t matter. Millie May had seen me, I’d turned up for the party, and now I needed my mayor’s cock.
We got to the second floor and I unlocked the door that led onto a platform landing where the kinky fuckers who came to special parties here had to sign nondisclosure contracts and show IDs at a ticket booth. There wasn’t anything fancy about this area, especially when every inch was painted black, from the railings to the walls, but it led through another set of doors to a big room with a bar. The recently built room was empty except for some standing tables and a stage set up at one end, which meant they didn’t have plans for events this weekend.
I led Ross toward the left side of the room near the bar where there were two black doors and unlocked VIP one like Casper had told me, tugging Ross in behind me and making sure to click the latch back when we were inside. The VIP rooms were for special clientele who had the money to pay for extras, or in my circumstance, knew the manager and owners.
I shoved Ross—hard. He stumbled backward onto a semicircle couch against the wall, near a jukebox. He grunted as he landed, and while he was stunned into stillness, I took a look around at the gear Casper had mentioned. Like he’d said, there were all kinds of dominatrix toys and clothing piled together on a table in the opposite corner of the room, but what caught my eye was the leather. So much leather.
This room was fancy and I took a moment to appreciate it. The couch was royal blue, and they’d installed a small bar in the corner. There was a stripper pole in the center. The floorboards beneath our feet were dark wood, a beautiful contrast to the blue walls, and I suspected they’d put it in because it was easier to clean than carpet.
I grinned and pointed at Ross. “Stay right fucking there and don’t move an inch, am I clear?”
He nodded. “As crystal.”
“Tell me something….” I slithered my way to a row of outfits hanging on a portable clothes rack. “Have you ever played in bondage, Ross?”
He cleared his throat. “No.”
“Ever thought about it?” I slid the hangers back and forth, checking the sizing and styles of each piece of clothing until I came across something that not only would fit me, but intrigued me.
“Maybe. I’ve watched porn.”
Chuckling, I laid a pretty dominatrix corset and leather pants across the table before I started to unbutton my shirt. He watched, gaze glued on me as I popped each button slowly. “Do you know about safewords?”
He nodded and his fingers twitched noticeably at his sides. “Yes.”
“What’s yours?” I slid the shirt off my shoulders and then worked on my pants next, making a teasing show of wiggling my hips as I slipped out of them. I shoved my underwear down my legs, leaving me bare for him. My cock bounced to freedom and I gave it a generous stroke. Ross licked his lips in response.
“I don’t have one.”
“Make one up, then. Some people just use red if they want to stop.” I grabbed the leather pants and unzipped them. They were interesting, in that the zipper was at the back and went from the waistband to near the front, which meant if I wanted Ross to fuck me with them on, he could. Shimmying into them wasn’t easy. They were created for women, and while I had a small figure, I also had an extra something in my crotch area I had to account for. Cupping myself, I wriggled my cock and balls into the leather until I finally managed to get them in, then walked over to Ross and turned my back on him. “Zip me up.”
He did as I asked, and I resisted the urge to tell him what a good boy he was. Not yet. “We’ll stick with red.”
I nodded as I sashayed my way back over to the dominatrix top. The leather pants moved with me, but they also pinched me in sensitive parts, which made me wince every so often. I had to be careful with mini-Stormy and his friends. The top was a black corset, and while I had no tits to use as leverage, if I could buckle it tight enough it’d stay up on my chest. I got Ross to help me with that, too. His reaction to me in leather amused me, but also had me fucking horny. If the leather wasn’t such good quality, I’d bust through the material.
“What is this?” Ross whispered, shifting on the couch and cupping himself through his pants.
I tsked at him and pointed. “Don’t touch yourself.”
He quickly snatched his hand away and put his palms on his knees. What a good sub.
Smiling in pride, I went back to the assortment of toys and clothing and found a nice pair of black heels, pointy and high, and it completed my dominatrix look. It was a shame I didn’t have makeup, but if Ross enjoyed this, I could always buy my own custom-designed clothes to do it again.
I spun on him and placed my hands on my hips, studying the desire and need that flickered across his body in an almost palpable wave. His fingers twitched and his lips parted, a small wisp of air leaving his mouth, like he wanted to moan but was too scared to do it.
“What do you think?”
