An Unlikely Dominatrix - pt 2

I could see him catch his breath, and struggle to keep his eyes off me. I reached forwards and dipped my index finger into the glass of wine, and slowly drew a wet trail over the tops of my breasts, before lifting my finger to my mouth and slowly sucking the residue of alcohol from it; uncrossing my legs, I parted them slightly and began teasing my fingernails up the inside of my thigh, watching him all the time, seeing him struggle not to react as he squirmed in his seat.

In this atmosphere every sensation was magnified. I could feel the wine trickle down between my breasts and my nipples tighten against the leather, teasing my hand higher up my inner thigh. I felt the heat that was inches from my fingertips. I ached to go higher, to slide my fingers against the sodden fabric of my panties and tease the hard bud of my clit through the silk. Inching my legs further apart I pressed my hand against my silk clad pussy, biting my lower lip to keep from moaning, trailing my fingertips against the edge of my panties before slipping them under the fabric, running one finger down the length of my slit, gasping in spite of myself as I brushed over my clit.

Looking across the room, his eyes still burned into mine. I slipped my fingers out of my knickers and brought them to my mouth. I licked the tip of one finger, the taste of my pussy exploded in my mouth, moist, sticky, sweet and musky. I smiled across the space at him then stood up to leave the bar; he shot me a look of horror and glanced down towards his lap. I giggled; knowing he couldn’t follow me made me bolder. I unbuttoned another button then ran my fingers over the top of my corset, feeling the butter soft leather under my fingertips. I could feel my heartbeat thud against my chest and its echoing pulse between my thighs. Quickly fastening my coat again, I walked across the room, feeling his eyes burning against my back.

Once I was back in my room it didn’t take long for my mobile phone to ring. I felt the flutter of excitement as I glanced at the screen- it was Tom.

Picking up the telephone I spoke softly. “Hello.”

“Which room?” he asked, his breath quick.

“315.”

The words had barely left my lips before I heard the click of his phone being put down. I took my jacket off and hung it in the wardrobe. I stepped out of my stilettos and pulled a pair of knee high patent leather boots on in their place; reaching into my case I took out a pair of handcuffs and fastened both bracelets around my right wrist. Leaving the key on the bedside table I sat down on the side of the bed just as a knock came to the door. I didn’t even have time to answer it as he swung the door open, placed the do not disturb sign on the handle then with a deft flick of his wrist locked the latch and strode towards me.

I put my foot up to stop him, pressing the spike heel of my boot against his chest.

“Now now.” I felt my voice crack as the words left my lips. “Where do you think you’re going?”

He wrapped his hand around my ankle, letting his fingers play at the zip at the side. “I need you.”

Pushing him back with the sole of my foot I stood to face him; even in heels I was still at least five inches shorter than him. “Sit,” I said, pointing towards the chair that had been placed at the foot of the bed. He walked to the chair as meek as a lamb and sat down; his eyes never left mine for a moment. Getting more into character now I stood in front of him.

“You think you can just walk into my room and expect sex?” I challenged.

“No miss,” he replied hanging his head. I could see the line of his erection bulge against the denim.

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