‘Then, woman I’m going to fuck you so hard. Mmm - I can hardly wait.’ he said.
‘Bastard,’ she whispered and she reached out to touch him. ‘This is so hot; you really are a bastard you know. You are making me crazy. I’m so wet; I want it now I want you now.’
‘No. Not yet. I want you to think about things for a moment, think about my mouth on you, my tongue lapping at your sex and all that I can do to you.’ Their eyes locked once more and that familiar desire crackled and sparked between them.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said, ‘I can’t wait either. .... Let’s go back to our table and pull the curtain.’
Chapter Three – The Controller
He told the barman to bring champagne and something to keep it cold, and then he took her hand and led her across to their table and pulled the curtain partially closed. He put the little controller down on the table and he noticed that she eyed it surreptitiously.
‘Don’t even think about touching that. You will be so sorry if you touch it and I mean that. I’ve been thinking about spanking you so don’t give me an excuse,’ he said, and turned away to hide his smile from her.
‘I wouldn’t dare,’ she said sarcastically.
Within minutes a steward arrived with the champagne, glasses and ice bucket.
‘Shall I open and pour for you, sir?’ the steward asked.
‘Yes... please,’ the man replied.
The steward expertly opened the bottle and poured two glasses and Michael handed the steward a folded note and said, ‘we don’t want to see anyone again tonight.’
‘Of course not, sir, I’ll take care of it,’ he said and the steward disappeared, pocketing the note and pulling the curtains tightly closed behind him.
The music could still be heard in the little private cocoon that they were in, although it was more muted now as the heavy blood red curtains blocked out much of the sound as well as any unwelcome spying eyes. It felt decadent and a little illicit but comfortable; the area piled with cushions in soft black or red velvet which were scattered across the couches and several electric candle arrangements flickered in the corners and on the main table, providing a subtle sensual glow.
He handed her a glass of champagne and they chinked their glasses together.
‘Here’s to it then,’ he said, ‘I know that I am going to love watching you squirm.’ He moved forward and kissed her deeply. He wrapped his arms around her and moved his kisses down to her neck and began to move his hands over her backside as a small moan escaped her.
She knew that he was hard and she reached for his cock, stroking the outline through the fabric of his jeans. ‘Come on I thought that you wanted to fuck me,’ she said.
‘Oh I do,’ he said, batting her hand away, ‘I really want to fuck you senseless and I will when I’m ready, but first I want to make you scream for me. I won’t let you come until you beg me for your release and then......mmm, well let’s wait and see.’
‘Bastard,’ she said.
‘Yep, that’s right, I do intend to be an evil bastard tonight,’ he said, and the desire was clear on his face, ‘but you will enjoy it, I promise you that, and woman, so will I.’
She was so aroused; she felt her body quiver at the thought of what he might do – what she knew he would do.
He picked up the remote again. ‘Sit down and lie back,’ he instructed, ‘first I want to see just how wet you are.’
She did as he asked and stretched out on the soft couch, anxious, excited and as horny as hell.
‘Now, put your hands above your head,’ he demanded and cautiously, she did as he asked. ‘I know that you have a tendency to run,’ he continued, ‘or at least a tendency to jump up when it begins to get to you, or so you tell me, which will mean you will be effectively stopping me, and I really can’t allow that.’
From nowhere, he produced a long black ribbon and wound it around her wrists and secured them to a rail at the end of the couch.
He knelt between her legs and began to undress her, slowly unfastening every button on the front of her velvet dress, peeling it back each side to reveal black silk lingerie and laced topped stockings. His fingers grazed her breasts over the fabric and her nipples immediately hardened at his touch as her body automatically arched toward him.
‘Feeling sensitive?’ he chuckled, ‘I can see that you are,’ and he pulled down the silk cups of her bra and sucked her left nipple into his mouth biting down gently before moving his attentions to her right breast. ‘Shall I increase the buzz a little?’
‘No, no,’ she cried.
But he held the little controller up in front of her as if to demonstrate his power and stroked the switch again, and then he resumed his attention to her breasts.
She moaned. ‘Oh fuck,’ she said as the vibrations got deeper and pushed her ever closer to that edge.
This really was power and he loved it. He took her breasts in his hands and squeezed tightly, pinching her nipples between a thumb and finger on each hand then he began to lick and suck them alternately with small nips and little bites, he knew he was driving her crazy.
She was writhing a little now and pulling on her restraints. ‘Is that good?’ he asked. ‘Does it feel good? You need to tell me, I need to hear you tell me,’ he said.
‘Oh God yes, it feels so, so good,’ she gasped.
He began to stroke her thighs, his fingers followed by his hot mouth moving gently up to her sex. He blew a soft warm breath on her and she cried out.
She was beginning to lose it, ‘Oh God, you are making me crazy.’
Hell he loved teasing her, she was so receptive and she was the one who usually teased him, but now he had her at a disadvantage, he just couldn’t help himself.
‘Woman, you wanted to know what I am capable of so maybe now you have some idea,’ he chuckled.
‘I will get you back,’ she said, ‘you know that, don’t you?’
‘Maybe,’ he said, ‘but I’m prepared to take the risk.’
He pulled her panties to one side and increased the level on the vibrator to the maximum and he began to suck and nibble on her clit whilst stroking the lips of her sex with his fingers.
‘Oh God, I’m going to come,’ she said.
Abruptly he stopped. ‘No, no, not yet, I’m sure that you can take a little more,’ he said and he turned down the level of the vibrations one level and stood up and began to unbuckle his belt.
‘Bastard,’ she said, ‘I’m so close.’
‘Close is good,’ he teased, ‘we’ll just keep you on the edge a little longer.’
She moaned and writhed but her tethered hands meant that she could do nothing.
As he pulled down his jeans and boxers his huge erection bounced free and he took it in his hands and began to stroke the shaft. He saw her watching his movements. ‘See something you like?’ he asked her seductively.
‘Fucker,’ she said ‘I want you inside me, please.’
‘Soon,’ he said, ‘soon,’ and he flicked the little controller up to high once more,
‘But first I want to hear you scream for me,’
And he sat on the couch and bent his mouth down again to her wet sex pulling her hard clit into his mouth and stroking her wet pussy with his slick fingers.
She knew she was so close, she could feel the build up – the buzz and vibrations, his hot tongue, hell it was just too much and she could hold it no more – she cried out as her body bucked and she writhed and squirmed. But Michael didn’t stop. His cruel tongue kept up the onslaught and too quickly, she was back on the edge. Her head thrashed around and her body writhed, she was beginning to lose control. He slowed everything down and began to allow her to come back to calm.
He knelt up between her legs and Gabriella could see his big hard cock again as he ran his hand slowly up and down its length, his eyes locked on to her eyes, slowly teasing her. He pushed his fingers into her slick sex, ‘fuck you are so wet woman I can’t wait to get my cock into you.’ But his hand
continued stroking his thick shaft, slowly up and down and the tell tale bubble of pre cum waited at the end. She imagined his cock in her mouth licking and sucking him, taking the place of his hands. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly.
‘Open your eyes and look at me, look at my cock, think about how good it would feel pumping inside you, finding every spot, grinding into you as my thumb grazes over your clit - now tell me what you want?’ he demanded.
She wanted it all - she always wanted it all from this man. She wanted to pleasure him, to pull his hard cock into her mouth, to lick slowly along the shaft whilst her hand pumped at its base, to see the heat on his face as he watched his cock slowly slipping in and out of her mouth. But she wanted him inside her too and she suspected that he was just as aroused as she was and had already used his supreme control in teasing her and that he wouldn’t last for long.
‘Yes, yes, fuck me, please,’ she cried, ‘I want you to fuck me, please.’
It was all he needed. He pulled her legs apart further, removed the vibrator and pulled her panties all the way down and threw them on the floor. He moved his cock around the entrance of her sex making him slick with her juices as she writhed around trying to get it inside her and then, suddenly, he slammed into her hard. She cried out - as he filled her up - her eyes wide with surprise.
‘Oh fuck yes,’ she said. ‘Untie my hands. ... Please,’ she said, ‘I want to feel your body, I want to squeeze your arse, stroke your balls,’ he was so aroused he almost growled as the thought of her hands and mouth on him- it threatened to push him over the edge.
‘I love this,’ he said, and he reached up and untied her hands and leaned down to kiss her neck and her mouth. True to her word, her arms went around him and she squeezed his backside pulling him in to her and her fingers stroked his balls.
‘Come on,’ she said, ‘fuck me harder, yes, yes,’ she said and as he increased the tempo, his hard cock slammed into her again and again and she instinctively knew that he was ready to let go. She felt the warm jet of his climax pump into her as he pounded her - gradually slowing down until he fell forward on top of her.
Chapter Four – Sweet Torture
‘Hey,’ she said gently after a few minutes as she started to wriggle around. ‘Michael, don’t fall asleep on me; let’s have another glass of our champagne, shall we?’
‘Sounds like a very good idea,’ he said and he manoeuvred his body to sit on the couch and leant over to pour the champagne and handed her a glass. She stood up and swallowed a long draft of champagne and pulled her dress together and began to fasten the buttons.
‘Gabriella, what do you think you are doing,’ he said. ‘This is by no means over, I’ve hardly started.’
‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘I agree we are not done yet, I’m just going to freshen up, I suggest you lie back and gather your strength I won’t be long.’
Before he could answer, she opened the curtain slightly and pulling it tight behind her, she stepped through it and was gone.
After a couple of moments, he jumped up and split the curtain slightly and peered through the gap, discreetly watching her weave her way through the room, attracting the attention of many of the men sitting at the bar.
He was surprised when she sat down on a high stool at the bar and spoke to the barman who quickly brought a tall glass of some clear liquid and set it down in front of her.
One of the men who had previously had his eyes on her got up and walked over to her and moved in close, whispering something in her ear.
Michael didn’t like it, what the fuck was she doing? Who was that man? Did she know him? Did she want to know him? Michael was transfixed.
The man at the bar summoned the barman who promptly placed a champagne glass in front of Gabriella and with a flourish poured some sparkling liquid into the glass. She drank down the first tall glass of clear liquid and banged the empty glass down on the bar.
The man looked at her expectantly and leaned in and seemed to whisper again. She looked at him, and looked back at the champagne glass and picking it up she put it to her lips and drained it completely and again she slammed the glass down on the bar and then threw her head back and laughed. Standing up, she said something to the man and gave him a peck on the cheek and walked away toward the back of the club.
The man looked after her smiling and shaking his head.
Michael sat and poured himself another glass of champagne and stretched back on the couch, his long legs reaching the end whilst he knotted his arms behind his head wondering what the man had said to her, but relieved that she hadn’t stayed at the bar. A little while later, she was back and as Gabriella carefully split the curtain, she was mesmerised by the sight of him. He was completely naked, his eyes were closed and his shallow breathing confirmed that he was asleep. The light from the candles cast soft shadows across his firm strong body and his muscular arms were flung loosely over his head and resting on the rail at the end of the couch. Clearly visible was the long back ribbon used earlier to restrain her - one end still wound tightly around the brass rail whilst the other, unattached end dangled tantalisingly loose.
The music still muted, masked the sounds of her movements as she reached for her glass and gulped at her champagne and licking her lips she quietly and carefully picked up the loose end of the ribbon and almost without touching him, she wound it around his wrists several times binding them gently together. As he murmured softly in his sleep, she stopped and held her breath until the moment passed. Then she moved forward and looped the ribbon through the rails finally pulling it tight in order to secure the end. She was surprised that he didn’t wake up, although he was beginning to move and he opened his eyes. ‘Hello,’ he said sleepily, ‘you’ve been gone a long time, I fell asleep waiting for you.’
‘Hey, what have you done?’ he said, pulling on his restraints as he realised he could not move his hands.
Her mouth curled into a slow smile. ‘Just going to give you a little taste of your own medicine,’ she said seductively, ‘see how you like it.’
‘Now that isn’t the plan Gabriella,’ he said, now fully awake.
‘It’s a good plan though, eh? And I think you will like it,’ she continued, ‘I know that I will.’
As she leaned in to him and kissed him passionately on the lips - she felt his cock twitch in response.
‘Fuck you woman,’ he said.
She pulled back and began to unfasten the buttons on her dress and, letting it fall open, she began to lightly stroke her legs and he groaned as he watched her slip her hand under the lace of the basque, imagining her fingers gliding into her slick folds.
‘I went to the bar to get a glass of water,’ she said, her eyes fixed on Michael, ‘and I met a man who offered to buy me some champagne. When I refused he said he just wanted to imagine something of mine wrapped around him, my legs or my lips and he wanted to allow his imagination to wander as the sparkling liquid slipped down my throat – and then he asked me to reconsider - he told me that it would make his night. How could I refuse?’
And she reached over and took another sip of champagne. ‘So I want you to imagine something of mine wrapped around you. First I’m going to wrap my lips around you Michael and I want to feel your cock grow in my mouth as it surrounds you with its warmth,’ she said seductively.
‘Jesus Gabriella’ he groaned.
She sat down between his legs and pushed them apart stroking his ankles and trailing her fingertips along his naked skin and very slowly up to the place where his legs met his torso. She leaned down and took his rapidly hardening cock into her hands and wrapped her lips around the very tip, sliding down the shaft, her tongue dancing along the underside until she couldn’t swallow him any further. She fisted her hands on the base and hollowed her cheeks to suck him deeper and deeper. She looked up at him watching as her mouth slid over his now very hard shaft, sliding in and out of her wet mouth until she moved and her tongue began licking his big cock slowly, painfully slo
wly along the length of his now rigid erection.
‘Holy shit, Gabriella,’ he moaned ‘what you are doing to me?’
How long she continued to tease him was hard to say and she knew that she didn’t want to stop - he groaned with pleasure but still kept watching through hooded eyes.
‘Is that good?’ she asked, ‘tell me, does it feel good?’
‘Oh my God,’ he said ‘that feels fucking fantastic.’
‘Now, if you are very good, I am going to lower my wet pussy onto you slowly so that you can tell me if you think that I am wet enough to fuck you, okay?’ she teased.
‘Fuck you woman, wait till I get my hands free, Gabriella, I’ll have you for this,’ he threatened.
‘I’m sure I said that if you were good I’d fuck you, but if you’re bad I’ll go back to kissing your ankles, now which would you prefer?’ she asked, loving the power that she felt.
‘Get over here,’ he said ‘I want to feel you on me, I can’t take this.’ He began to pull on the restraints again.
She positioned herself just above his erect shaft and hovered over him. Hell he was so rigid, so hard -she began to slowly impale herself onto him.
‘Oh God,’ he breathed, ‘oh woman, that feels so good.’
Slowly, very slowly, she pushed a little further and a little further - he was arching his back trying to make complete contact but somehow she resisted the now enormous temptation to push down on him.
‘Come on,’ she coaxed, you can do it, fuck me, come on, fuck me harder.’ She writhed and manoeuvred and teasing him, she leaned back and pulled her breasts free from the basque, pulling on her hard nipples. Michael’s head went back and he moaned.
‘I want to touch you, let me feel you,’ this is torture,’ he growled.
For a few more moments she only allowed the very tip of his cock to feel her slick folds then, making the decision that the time was right, she impaled herself completely in one sudden movement and she couldn’t help but cry out with the pleasure. Slowly she moved up and down on him, riding him, sliding in and slowly out - her juices coating his hardness. She moved a hand down between them and he felt the low tingle as the first shallow vibrations hit his balls and the base of his shaft.
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