My focus turns to the ones in front of us. The woman tied to the bed is blindfolded and a muscular man slaps her leg. She moans, not knowing what he is going to do next. He kisses her neck and I can see her breathing is heavy.
Jonathan is squeezing my leg and I feel it open a bit. Shit! This is cruel. Real life sexiness with the most handsome man ever!
The woman tied to the bed has her lace panties on and her legs are opened facing us. He rubs her mound and I gasp realizing that this might be the real deal. My vagina moistens in anticipation.
"Are you alright?" whispers Jonathan.
"Mhm."
My eyes are on the two in front of us. His hand sweeps over her lace panties and she cries out, "Please."
The man moves away and licks on her erect nipples. She moans again but does not move. The man moves his hand to the lace of her panties and he pulls the panties across and exposes her wet pussy. Oh God, I think I might actually faint.
I can feel Jonathan's eyes on me and his hand starts rubbing my inner thigh. I want to take my stockings off so he can put his fingers over my lace panties and touch my mound too. The whole thing is so erotic and I am unbelievably turned on by it all. Other couples in the room are kissing and touching each other and the windows are full of cocks and wet pussies.
"Can I take your stockings off?" he whispers in my ear.
Jonathan is turned on and I want him to take them off. I can't bear it anymore and manage to nod a yes.
He climbed under the table and I lift my bottom slightly. He pops his head up with them securely in his hand. My pussy is dripping in the anticipation of his touch as his hand moves over my panties. I moan with a sigh of, "Yes."
Mr. Jonathan Ellis has got his hand on my crotch now and it is so extremely unprofessional of me. All of this watching BDSM turns me on. I have only heard about it before and I want to be that girl in the window, with Jonathan in control of me. There is no part of me that doesn’t want it. His hand moves over my mound and he kisses my neck, using a tongue to lick it as well. He is nearly breathless as I am overcome with ecstasy. I desperately want to be that girl tied up in the window.
Part 3 Decided by Him
A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance
By Michelle Love & Catherine Vall
JONATHAN
The waitress knew it was time. Yes, it was time to place key eighteen in my hand. I had signalled for it already with a click of my fingers in the air.
My mousy brown is so hot for me and she had been turned on by what happened now in the windows at The Voyeur Club. She had been watching our window with a sexy woman being tied up and teased by a muscular man. As we watched, she had opened her legs to me and I had gone under the table to remove her stockings. The whole room was full of couples kissing and fondling each other. My hand had reached onto the mound of her lace covered pussy.
"We're going to room eighteen. Are you ready, Sienna?"
She looked so unbelievably sexy in the red, sparkling dress.
"Yes, Jonathan, I am."
We got up and walked past the tables of kisses and moans and a few hands were up… also clicking for their key as we had done. The key you received matched the table that you had been sat at. Sienna didn't know that she would be in a room set up the same as our window. There would be a bed ready with ties to tie her up like the woman in the window, near our table.
We got to the door and my mousy brown stopped and kissed me. She was excited and breathless.
"I am sorry. I am not being professional," she said, blinking her large, green eyes.
My cock was so hard from her watching the windows that I smiled and kissed her passionately. My kisses went down her neck and she moaned.
I pulled away but only so then I could get the key into the red door. Other couples were coming to their rooms and I wanted to decide what to do with her now. She was my mousy brown. I would be in control this night as long as she agreed to it.
I pushed the door open and saw her reaction to the bed with ties hanging from it. She looked turned on by it. Nothing less.
"This is our fantasy room for tonight and you will be my slave, Sienna. Your safe word is Slave. Do you understand?"
Sienna's eyes lit up and sparkled the beautiful green that they were. She eyed the costume that lay on the bed. It was some pink lace underwear and a silk blindfold.
"Mhm. I say ‘slave’ if I want you to stop."
I nodded as she walked behind the screen to place her underwear on and she came out and held the blindfold in her hand.
"I am ready for you, Master."
I had taken all my clothes off and wore a G-string that had been placed down for me. My Sienna was ready to be devoured and controlled by me.
She laid down on the bed and I tied her hands and her feet securely. Her legs were open and I could see her shaven pussy through the lace. My cock was like metal, so stiff and hard was it. I liked the lead up to this. I was going to pleasure and tease her like crazy so she begged to have my cock. I started the role play now.
"I am going to fuck you, later on, slave. I need to see how much you can handle first."
I see her breath quicken in anticipation. I moved a light feather over her neck and it went down over her naked breasts as I watched her jump slightly in a jolt.
I circle her nipples and watch each harden in excitement. There is a slight quickening of her breath that turns me on. I move closer to her right breast and lick her nipple and then do it to the other.
"Oh God.”
She is supposed to lay quietly as the submissive so I warn her once,. "Sssh, any large movements or sounds may cause me to slap you on the leg."
She nods a yes and waits for me to continue. I trace my kisses from her toes up to her inner thigh and she wriggles, but only slightly. She is quite breathless as I lick her inner thigh and rub my exposed cock on her leg.
"Oooh," she whimpered. "Jonathan…"
I pull away and use a light, leather flogger to slap her leg.
"Quiet, slave. You must be quiet."
She jumps and smiles, knowing exactly what she has just done. I wonder if she wanted me to slap her. I trace my fingers over her pussy and see what she does. Will she react?
"Ooh… Jonathan."
I slap her leg again, and she jumped and smiled again. She is playing the game well.
"I am in control. Call me Master."
"Yes, Master.”
I walk away and leave her wondering what will happen next. I can see her wetness coming through the light pink lace. I am in ecstasy as my fantasy comes alive.
I place my head between her legs and pull her panties to the side.
"Master…"
I place my tongue on her clitoris now and move it up and down the opening. She is writhing on the bed and is desperate for me to enter her. My cock is ready.
She is trying not to call out now or moan knowing that I may stop, so I enter a finger inside her and continue licking her clitoris mercilessly.
"Oooh God, oooh."
I slap the inside of her leg and stop my licking and finger movement inside her. She remains still and I continue after a moment… now licking wildly and pushing two fingers in and out of her vigorously. Her pussy smells sweet.
She holds her moans, then suddenly came all at once. And she was breathless.
"You are a good slave."
"Yes, Master," she says, still catching her breath.
SIENNA
As I lie here on the bed of room eighteen, I am tethered and I am Master's slave. I have been pleasured by Jonathon by his lips and hands, and the blindfold heightens my anticipation.
It is the most naughty, erotic, exciting thing that I have ever done in my life. I have just had the best orgasm ever and I crave more. Oh God, he's so good the way he teases and tantalizes me into submission. I want to be his slave and I know he gets pleasure from it because his cock is like a rock on my leg.
He is untying me now and swaying me over onto my back. Now my hands ar
e being tied above my head and my legs are free. With his hands, he raises my hips so that my ass is in the air. I have never wanted a man as much as I do right now and I have never felt so wanted in all of my life.
I was so extremely turned on by the evening as we watched the stories in the windows unfold.
"Are you ready, slave?"
"Yes, Master.”
A slap on my ass follows and I cry out in ecstasy. It is not painful but turns me on. I feel alive.
He hits the other cheek and I writhe my body not expecting it. He grasps my breasts as he hovers over me from behind. He pulls my nipples as they harden in excitement.
"You are my sex slave, and I am going to fuck you. Brace yourself."
He pushes his huge cock inside me and I gasp as he goes in as far as he can, touching my G-spot. His hands reach and pull my hair as he fucks me as hard and fast as he can. I remember the safe word as I feel shocked by his behaviour, but I feel that he is just showing control and pushing me so then I can feel it too. My breath quickens as my pussy gets wetter and wetter. His cock is pummelling away and each time it touches the sweet spot I gasp in ecstasy.
"Come on my cock, slave," he says loudly.
I feel the orgasm about to occur and I can't help but moan in pleasure as it takes over my body.
"Oh God, yes, yes!"
I feel like I am beyond exhausted and he pulls my hair as he directs his cock into me like the horny Master that he is. If only for now.
"Fuck yeah, I'm cumming," he says as he pulls out and blows his load on my ass.
"Well done, Master.”
Jonathan catches his breath and unties my blindfold and then my hands. He looks extremely happy with my part in the whole charade we've played together. It was the most erotic thing I've ever done.
"Can we do it again?" I say quizzing him.
"Oh yes, fuck yes," he says, obviously happy to have captured my attention on the subject.
I look at him as I change behind the screen. He is a highly successful man. I know that he loves being in control. It's like an addiction that he can't control. I know that if I play submissive then we will get along just great. I can't believe how much I enjoyed it. The anticipation, the wontedness from Jonathan. God, it's so exhaustingly delicious. I think he's decided that I am his slave and I love it.
We walk out to the dining room (if you can call it that), and there are a few flustered couples at the bar getting drinks. There is a jug of water with glasses and Jonathan pours me one.
"I hope you have had a great time, Sienna."
His hazel eyes are more penetrating than I remember and the genuineness of his voice is enchanting.
"Yes, Jonathan I have. It's been extremely good," I say.
Water has never tasted so good to me as I down two glasses easily. Jonathan looks exactly the same as before. It’s as if he hasn't been fucking me at all. Nothing phases him and I laugh to myself as I wonder if he's superhuman in some way.
He orders a martini from the bar and looks at me wondering if I want one.
"An orange juice for me, please."
We are walking over to the table now as the place feels lighter. Lots of couples and mistresses are still having fantasies played out in the red rooms, I guess.
"Sienna, I thank you for partaking in this with me. I usually only watch."
I am surprised by his candidness on the subject. I thought he must have brought other women here, though. I was sure of it, really.
"You've never been to a red room before?"
"No, you are my first. I have been a member for four years."
I couldn't believe my ears as I looked at him in disbelief. His eyes were telling the truth. He was being quite different to the controlling Jonathan I was used to at the office and during our previous sexual encounters.
"Well, can I ask why?"
He looked at me with his gorgeous smile.
"No other woman takes my breath away and makes me want her the way that I want you."
I had read a few romance novels in my time and watched plenty of movies that made my heart melt. Jonathan's words meant more than any of that other stuff. He really meant it. He was showing a soft side to me that I didn't know he had. I was melted by it.
"I don't know what to say to you. All I can say is that I have never felt this way about anyone before. I didn't know it was possible."
He asked the waitress to get the car brought round so that he could drop me back to campus. It was nearly two am. We were both exhausted by the week and even more by our role-playing encounter. Jonathan Ellis was truly delicious.
JONATHAN
I hadn't expected her to like it. She was home now and so was I. I had kind of expected her to walk out or to slap my face. Not many women got turned on by watching other couples play naughty games unless it was in safety on the porn channel or in secret.
She had let me control it the whole time. From the clicking of my fingers to the changing into her costume and letting me tie her up. I had not expected it and I decided that we would make it a regular thing. I would be in control and I knew that she loved it too.
She had said my name behind the red door and it made me feel like the sexiest man alive. She was my addiction now and room eighteen would be ours. Hopefully, every Friday night, she could make it there. I would get her a new dress each time we went and she would play the part of my little submissive slave. Oh, fuck yeah. My mousy brown would play many roles for me at The Voyeur behind that red door. Eighteen is my lucky number.
All I needed now was a new way to go about my research with her. I don't know if my plans to see her emotions would be fair now. I would think on it over the weekend.
Monday came fast and I decided to see Sienna on time at nine. She would be waiting and Jeremy would be waiting to send her through. My mind was still racing from our night together at the club. So far, I'd fucked her on a SAAB, on my desk and now in room eighteen at the club. My addiction for her grew more powerfully each day.
"Send Ms. Ruston in when she arrives, Jeremy," I said trying to sound not taken by her.
Just the thought of her made my cock hard, and today would be no exception.
"Yes, Mr. Ellis."
The door opened and Sienna was dressed lavishly in a white, silk blouse, and a pink, A-line skirt. Her hair was swept up in a bun and I craved her immediately.
"Good morning," she said with a cheeky smile.
"Good morning, Sienna."
Normally, I would have ushered her to sit down but she was mesmerizing me again. Something had changed her and I knew it was from her night behind the red door.
She walked up to me and kissed my cheek. Her tits touched my chest in the process. My cock was hard again. She smelt like vanilla and strawberries, and then she went to her knees in front of me.
"Mr. Ellis, will you allow me to see your cock?"
I felt it grow more as I nodded a yes to my mousy brown. Where had my words gone?
She undid the zip and placed her hand inside my underwear, allowing my cock to fall out in a rigid wanting. She licked the tip of it with her tongue and then used her hand to pull on it up and down. She wet the shaft with spit so her hand could move more freely.
I felt so turned on and my legs went like jelly. She continued moving her hand up and down and then she let her mouth take it, right to the back. Her eyes looked up at me like she was my servant girl and I was so unbelievably turned on.
"Sienna, I..."
She kept sucking and pulling until I could not handle it anymore. My breath was taken away by her Monday morning act of submission. I had not expected it.
"I'm cumming," I said through gritted teeth as I jolted inside her mouth.
She sucked harder on me and used her mouth to swallow my load as it blew inside her. She picked up her scarf which had fallen on the floor. She used the silk to dry my cock and then zipped my trousers up.
"Thank you, Mr. Ellis. I will be in the Langdon Room should you need me again."
I sat at my desk and watched her enter the Langdon Room. She was totally hot and I had let Jeremy put some work there for her. Just some case notes for clients that I wanted her to read and write about.
She picked up the notes and scanned through the instructions. She placed them back on the table and lifted her arms. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed all of her clothing. She even took off her bra and her silk, purple underwear.
She laid down on the couch in the centre of the room and faced her legs to the camera. Her legs opened and she touched herself. My eyes could not look away from the screen.
"Jeremy, do not disturb Ms. Ruston. She is very busy," I said, trying not to sound breathless.
"Yes, Mr. Ellis. I won't Sir."
Her hand moved down to her pussy and she touched her clitoris. The other hand went to her breast as she squeezed it and then pulled on the nipple. My cock was hard and I unzipped my trousers to masturbate. It was so soon after she’d had me in her mouth, but I was ready again, almost to my own surprise.
She continued to move her hand over her pussy and I could see the wetness as she moved her hand up and down. My hand moved up and down my shaft in time as she played with herself.
She moved toward her handbag and pulled out a dildo. She laid back on the couch and rubbed it over her clitoris. I turned the volume up and heard her moans. My cock was ready to go inside her but I wanted to see her pleasure herself, so I watched as she entered the dildo inside. Her other hand pulled on her nipples and she moved it in and out and moaned as it touched her sweet spot.
I felt myself cum as I watched her reach orgasm, and her hips moved up in divine ecstasy. My mousy brown had put on a show for me today, and I was certainly grateful. And she knew that the video would be mine forever as she winked into the camera.
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