“Drink?” Rounding the bar, I set about pouring two shots of tequila—a warm-up to the rule breaking she was about to explore.
After sliding the drink her way, I returned to her side again. We clinked our glasses and threw our shots back. She gaped at the burn of liquor down her throat.
“Tell me what your expectation is?”
“I’ll lean over the bar.” She waited for my nod of approval. “You and another man will…touch me?”
“You’re forbidden to move.”
“You’ll be gentle?”
“Show me where you expect to be touched.”
She pressed her palm to her sex.
“We’ll both play with your pussy. Understand?”
Her irises dilated and she licked her lips, proving she was ready, needy even—her arousal crystal clear.
“Should that go well, we’ll move on to what you requested from the card you chose.”
“You’ll make sure…”
“You’re soaking wet down there? Trust me, you will be. I will guide your every step. If at any time you’re unsure you must communicate that to me. If it’s too much…”
“What if it’s not enough?”
“Your eagerness is to be applauded.” I reached into my pocket. “Tonight, you’ll wear this. At no time take it off.”
“A blindfold?”
“If you do well here at the bar, we’ll advance.”
This was the start of something wonderful for her. A woman caged all her life and finally able to break free and follow her own needs and desires. Watching her flourish under my control felt divine.
Her face looked flushed from the tequila.
It was enough to help her relax and give her the courage to see her reverie come to life. She looked beautiful tonight, but she always did. Her short black dress hugged her curves and the new heels gave her more height. Her blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders. Soon, when I pulled her dress down, her nipples would peak between those golden strands to tease.
The twinkling of her necklace represented the possibilities of what lay ahead, moment by moment, playing out like a prism of erotic colors. She was giving herself over to be controlled.
“Turn around,” I ordered.
I wrapped the blindfold around her eyes and fastened it behind her head with the black silk. “I own you. Remember that.”
“Yes, sir.” She shivered against me as I pressed up against her.
“I’ll position you.” I took her hand and guided her over to the bar.
She leaned over it, her head resting on the wood paneling, her hair cascading around her like golden waves.
“Grip the other side.” I eased her hands forward to show her where to place them and watched her delicate fingers curl over the wood.
After getting her comfortable, I lifted up her hem and hoisted it over her hips. Seeing her pussy glistening beneath the soft lighting made me want to savor this offering alone. My hand caressed her rounded cheeks, exploring her delicate porcelain skin.
A familiar frisson went through me—the thrill of anticipation for what was to unfold.
Someone knocked on the suite’s door.
“He’s arrived.” My voice sounded gruff from my arousal.
She nodded eagerly, letting me know she was ready.
“He will see your cunt the moment he walks in. How does that make you feel?”
“Oh,” she said softly, her voice dripping with lust, “I want this so much.”
Calm your breathing.
Damien’s last words before the room went silent—the only sound was his footfalls walking away.
Until I heard the door to the suite open.
I could see nothing, but wearing the blindfold brought me a sense of protection. Damien had to have known it would. This pose had been the gentlest of all the cards he’d shown me. He was easing me into the scene, maybe even building my trust.
Damien could be harsh, though when we dived into play he was totally engaged with me and charming. As though this was where he flourished within each sensual moment…promising so much more that the ordinary.
My body was sparking with energy, each cell craving attention. I was bent over, exposed, with them standing behind me. My flesh felt heated from the anticipation.
Please…
I’m so ready.
I tried to imagine what the stranger might look like, if he was as gorgeous as my lover. If his touch would be gentle or firm.
My fingers clenched the end of the bar—following orders was a blissful way of surrendering…giving over all my power and relinquishing all guilt.
Good girls didn’t do this kind of thing. That had been my mantra all my life and it had imprisoned me. Now, in these unfolding seconds, I felt the bars opening on my confinement. My face burned when I felt a trickle of wetness from my arousal slide down my inner thigh. That sight would serve as an invitation to them, surely.
Oh, God, the stranger would see that jeweled plug in my ass. I felt a flash of humiliation that my butt was on display.
But right now I was merely a plaything.
“You will obey,” commanded Damien. “I’m pleased to give you what you asked for.”
I’d begged for it. This felt raw and real and the vibrancy caused my body to shimmer with desire. Listening, I heard what sounded like the removal of jackets and them being thrown on a couch or a chair—perhaps the rolling up of their sleeves as they prepared.
I suddenly panicked at the thought I might be alone with the stranger. “Damien?”
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
Relieved he was still here, a rush of need zinged through me as fingers trailed over my butt and squeezed. A hand pressed the arch of my spine to get me to raise my hips even more as firm fingers pinched my flesh—followed by a spank.
“A butt plug,” said the stranger, his voice deep. “I approve.”
My body thrummed as someone twisted that bejeweled toy around, causing me to gasp.
My reaction seemed to incite one of them to hold my hips in place. My breaths came fast as I tried to hold still, unsure how to maintain this pose as another hand slid up my thigh, feeling the dampness there. My cheeks flamed knowing this stranger was caressing the evidence of my slutty imaginings. I clenched and relaxed my pussy, knowing they’d see.
It was easier not having to look at them—Damien had known this, too. Making eye contact with them and then watching their reaction was something I wasn’t ready for…not yet.
A shudder went through me when hands pressed against my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, as though offering me to those gentle fingers that now traced my folds and explored my pussy. I felt a sudden push, a shock as fingers penetrated me.
“Nice and slow,” advised Damien.
Because just yesterday, he’d been the first to ever enter me—the first man to ever take me there. My channel tightened fiercely around what felt like two fingers probing, then pushing farther in and slowly forging a rhythm of entry before withdrawing and reentering me. Soon the finger fucking was a constant stream of force—in and out as though the stranger was getting familiar with my form, penetrating in a rhythm until my thighs trembled and I felt a rush of vertigo.
I was the centrifuge, suspended in time and place…separating into different particles. My asshole clenched my bejeweled toy to bear the unceasing fingering.