Honestly, my curiosity was also piqued. My mind wandered. Had she ever used a butt plug before and if so with whom?
A bit of jealousy fogged my mind and it slipped out in my tone as I questioned her. I was relieved when her innocence reflected in her response.
She is so perfect andMine…
At least for the next 20 days.
It was hard not to think about what would happen in a little over 2 weeks when she was no longer obligated by contract to stay with me. She could walk away right now with no repercussions but I like to think she wouldn’t because she still had so much to learn.
She stood up on center stage, her smooth, fair skin shimmering in the cascading white spot light. Her dark hair looked pulled slightly more to one side, resting on her shoulder as her big brown puppy dog eyes fought to stay directed at the floor, the one rule she continued to break.
She loved to look up at me. I loved when she batted those eyelashes at me too but tonight when she broke a rule, any rule – I’d be ready to punish her for it. After these next few weeks I’ll know if this life was meant for her or if she would become a memory of just another experience of mine. Another stab in my already cold heart.
I flicked a button on the remote and a rhythmic, sexy beat started to invite Delaney to move her delicious body to the music, drowning out any music from the club just beneath us.
“Dance,” I commanded loudly. I watched her closely as she shivered momentarily before she started to move. Suddenly I couldn’t focus on her beautiful curvy body moving in front of me. Instead, I was worried that the shiver came from her being too cold. I’ve never worried about things like that at a time like this. I shook my head trying to clear whatever it was that was throwing me off.
Losing the battle, I stood and made my way to the thermostat adjusting the temperature for the room to 72 degrees, a more comfortable temperature for someone that was to be stripped down to her birthdaysuit, like she soon would be.
When I returned to my seat, I looked up to see Delaney had stopped dancing. She was staring up at me through those damn eyelashes. My cock twitched knowing I was about to enjoy punishing her. A devious grin crossed my lips. She quickly fixed her gaze back to the floor and tried to hide her actions, but I already took note of her bratty behavior.
To the same beat as the music that filled the Red room, she started moving her delicate hand to the top button of her blouse. Every part of me was transfixed by her, standing there dancing for me as she takes in her surroundings. Despite the Sub/Dom roles we would be playing in scenes like this where I was the authority, her power over me in pretty much any other context made her quite the powerful influence over me lately.
She moved to the third button on the sheer material of her blouse and my cock pulsed, my balls tensing with need. I was putty in this woman’s hands as she seduced me with her every move, despite this probably being close to my thousandth strip tease. Breaking my thoughts, Delaney unexpectedly shifts her body in a half circle and stuck her voluptuous ass out, gyrating in a circle and leaving me absolutely feral for her.
“Come here!” I growled, raising my hand and using my two middle fingers to motion for her to come to me.
She stepped down from the platform. She hadn’t yet dressed in the slutty little number I had Jacob pick up for her today, and by the look of it that outfit may have to wait for another day.
When she approached me timidly, she stopped just in front of where I sat. I spread my legs open to allow her to get a little closer. When she did, I reached up and ripped the lacey bra from her chest in one swift movement.
She gasped loudly before reaching up to cover herself.
Another rule broken, bad girl.
I quickly reached for a small square pillow from beside me and placed it on the ground.
“Kneel. Now.”
She didn’t hesitate, she just proceeded to lower herself knees first down onto the pillow. Her hands instinctively fell on her lap and her head stayed down.
So submissive for me.
My cock, hard and ready, was pressed firmly against my zipper, pulsing. When I reached down in an attempt to relieve the throbbing ache from the pressure, I looked up to see she followed my every move with hooded eyes. If that wasn’t enough her tongue slipped out and swiped across her bottom lip before her teeth clamped down on it. My mind reeled at her reaction. Was she just as needy as I was or was I imagining it?
I wrapped her hair around my fist and tilted her head back to meet my gaze. My other hand reached down between her legs where I knew without a doubt I’d find her soaking wet. My fingers found her folds and slid easily into her tight little cunt. I groaned at the feeling of her sweet juices coating my fingers.
I teased her clit with the pad of my thumb while I slid in and out, tortuously slow. With each thrust of my finger she became more needy.
I repeated this motion over and over and over again until she was panting and greedily thrusting her hips as I tugged at her hair holding her in place.
I slowly turned her head to face the wall that housed several sets of leather cuffs linked together by chains. Her eyes widened at the sight.
“Be a good girl and go pick out a pair of those?”
I released my hold on her and sat back in the chair.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said in a whisper. She stood and padded toward the wall I directed her to as I waited, anxious to see what toy we would play with first tonight. The cuffs were color coordinated,each color was designated to a different custom bondage prop.
