I looked at the babysitter Top and raised my eyebrow to see if he was satisfied. He looked more than annoyed, but he knew he didn’t have much of a leg to stand on because I had gone through the required questions.
“Andrew, enjoy your session,” the Top said and turned to walk in the direction that Brandon had just run off in.
“Well, my barista is into kink,” I said to him.
Andrew’s cheeks grew red. He looked down and then nodded with a little laugh. I raised my eyebrow at him.
“Let’s go, my little barista. Let’s see if your body can back up that mouth.”
I led him down the hallway and found an empty room. I was actually very excited that very soon, I would be seeing the barista boy that pulled the cougar out of me…naked.
“Remove your clothes and kneel with your legs parted, and your hands clasped behind your head,” I instructed. I took a few steps back and admired the quick removal of his clothes.
Mmm, I marveled as I looked at his body. Unlike the pussy boy Brandon, Andrew was definitely a man for me to enjoy using. This was going to be fun. Andrew’s long cock rested over his sack and slightly to his right.
Once he was entirely in position, I slowly stalked around his body. I made sure that the heels of my boots clicked and echoed in the room. Jacob used to call this kind of tactic “mind-fucking.” I tapped each of his firm ass cheeks as it rested upon his heels when I was behind him. I noticed his body was free of piercings, which was just how I preferred. He had an interesting nautical tattoo on the back of his right arm. I was mildly curious about that since he was a barista. Perhaps it was a family business of some sort. On each of his shoulder blades was a small, simple tattoo of a letter “A.”
Interesting.
Were they his initials? I thought they were oddly placed to be his initials. But maybe they were the initials of something. No matter, though. He was still a fine specimen to look at.
As I walked around to the front of him, I took a closer look at the necklace around his neck. From the silver chain dangled an “A.” At first, I thought it was just one charm that hung to the chain. When I tapped Jacob’s crop against Andrew’s chest and the charm, I realized there were two letter “A’s.”
Very interesting.
“You must like the letter ‘A,’ I gather,” I deduced out loud.
Andrew’s smile was proud, but his closed mouth told me that he wasn’t volunteering any information regarding the letters. I slapped each of his nipples hard until he brought his elbows forward.
“Did that sting?” I asked, oblivious to the biting pain I caused him.
“Yes, it stung, Mistress Elise. But I can take it.”
“Can you? You seem awfully confident.”
“Yes, Mistress Elise. I’ve dreamed of taking this from you for a while now,” he said under his breath and loud enough so only I could hear him.
For some reason, I believed him. I had no reason not to. As I backed up through my memory of all of my encounters with Andrew, I realized that I had always found him to be a handsome young man. Even when Jacob was still alive, I had had some filthy daydreams about topping Andrew. I never in my wildest dreams believed though that he was actually into kink.
“Oh, you have, huh?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Andrew’s voice was full of confidence.
“Well,” I said as I slapped the inside of his thighs with the crop. “What if I told you that you may have wandered into my dirty little mind on an occasion or two?” I teased.
“I have?” he questioned.
“Oh, yes.”
I slapped his nipples again with the tip of the crop. It brought me immense joy to watch his abs flex as the crop delivered the stinging slaps.
“You, in fact, have. My friend and I have very dirty chats about you as you’re pouring coffee or drizzling whip cream on top of beverages. Every single dirty thought of mine involves you willingly accepting what I want to give you.”
“I would like to give you what you want and need, Mistress Elise,” Andrew assured me.
I decided at that moment that there’d be no harm revealing part of my fantasy that involved him. My clit swelled, and I could feel the crotch of my panties dampen at the idea of telling him. But by the judge of his growing erection, Andrew was very turned on. I wondered if it were the slaps from the crop or if it was the content of the talk that was doing it for him. Perhaps it was a little bit of both.
Facing him, I crouched down with my legs parted so that his body would fit between my knees. I could feel the cool air against my damp pussy as my panties shifted in the new position. I took hold of the hair on his sexy young head and licked my lips as I thought about running my tongue along the stubble on his chin. I imagine that would feel divine between my legs.
