Hot Couture

by Greene, Tilly

  Smiling at his friend, Max picked his pint up to have another drink. There was no doubt this man knew him well. Alex had been in his life since they were small kids running wild across the moors. It was comforting to have such a good mate. Knowing he was here made it easy for him to come down to London and start working on establishing an office down here. It wasn't surprising his friend hit on everything that he'd been attracted to.

  What he hadn't done was touch on why she'd been able to slip beneath his guard in the first place. Apparently she had, and even he didn't know the answer to that question. What he did know was that he wanted a chance to figure it out.

  "How about this, if you swear to leave it be, I'll put a note on her file requesting she come and see me the next time she comes in to the club. When and if she does, I'll give her whatever contacting information you want. Deal?"

  Tilting his pint glass for a big drink, Max wanted so much more, but this would be a start. As he had all night, he kept glancing toward the door and almost choked on the beer racing down his throat. He immediately set the glass down, stood up and, without a word to his friend, walked toward the little blonde standing in the doorway leading from the dressing rooms.

  Chapter Three

  "Here to play, Cassandra?" Be calm, cool, and in control was the mantra he kept repeating to himself as he stood at her side, waiting for her to answer. She smelt delicious tonight, like a bowl of strawberries. Now that she was here, he was confident she'd come for more from him and once he saw the gooseflesh racing down her arm, he knew he was right.

  This evening, she looked entirely different from how she had last night, but just as enticing. Her hair was pulled into pigtails, with ribbons decorating them, and the same black half mask as before. She wore a single black tie, loosely knotted then dipped into her deep cleavage, which ended in an arrow just shy of her belly button. He'd love to see her in nothing but his tie, or one of his work shirts. There was no doubt in his mind she'd be stunning and distracting, especially if she was splayed across his desk.

  His gaze continued down her legs, and when he saw a pair of solid white knee socks and shiny black pumps that had to be at least four inches high, Max was sure his tongue was hanging out.

  Shit, he couldn't wait to get his hands on her! The sexy schoolgirl look suited her perfectly.

  "Yes, Sir, I am. Are you free?" She lifted her wrist with her key hanging from it.

  Without pulling his gaze from hers, he took his key out and handed it to her. Tonight they'd play by his list. When he came into the club this evening, she'd been very much on his mind, and he'd written a key stating his wants from her. There was only one addition to his list that she mightbalk at: kissing, mouth to mouth.

  "I'm okay with kissing you." She answered so quickly he didn't believe she had to think about her answer. It would appear her instinct was to say yes to him. Better and better!

  His cock pulsed, tightening the flesh around his piercings. The stiffness encouraged his hunger to start fucking her moist divine cunt immediately. Right now, if he was less horny for her, he might be more excited over this development. This was exactly why Succulent set the key rules. Negotiate first, then everyone involved can fuck without any concerns. "Then shall we move on to one of the private rooms?" With a nod, Cassandra led the way toward the guarded doorway. As an afterthought, he looked back toward where he'd left Alex and wasn't surprised to see him sitting at the table, laughing and waving him away. They'd basically finished their meeting so he felt no qualms in leaving the other man to his own devices.

  Henry was at the door again with his clipboard in hand. Max nodded to the man as he paused to see what was available.

  "Evening. Is Room Five open?" He went with the safe bet and chose the one they'd occupied last night, because he knew the woman at his side had been pleased.

  "No, I'm afraid it's been reserved for the night, but Seven is free."

  "Are you okay with this room?" Max knew they were similar, but he needed to make sure she was looking for the same thing he was this evening. "Yes, I know it and I'm fine with what it has to offer." "Good. Henry, we'll have that one for the night." It wasn't his favorite, but it did have one special item that would fit well with his plans for this evening—the cage. Opening the door to their room, he stood to the side, giving her space to pass by. He wanted inside her tight grip, sliding through her moist heat, fucking her until she couldn't handle anymore. But he didn't jump or push her, his reward for enticing her to beg him to fuck her helped clinch the hold he had on his control.

  Closing the door behind them, he thought there was little doubt in what she was looking for. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned back against the wall and started as he meant to finish, firm of purpose and voice. In charge of satisfying her. "You've been a naughty girl today." "Yes, Sir." "Need your ass spanked." "Yes, Sir." "Hmmm, I think you sound a little too eager. This is supposed to be a punishment. Crawl into the cage and close the door."

  She looked slightly confused, like she'd expected him to bring her over his lap, swat her backside a few times, and then they'd fuck. Not quite how he saw the night progressing.

  Without a word, she turned away from him, gracefully slipped to her knees, and started to slowly move across the wood floor. She was pure seduction. Her silky white ass swayed, calling for him to come closer and stroke it. When one knee went forward the cheeks split and the crease held his focus. For just a second his gaze slipped down and his breath locked in the back of his throat. Max couldn't look away from her pink puffy cunt. He knew the sweet slit was waiting to be filled by him.

  She backed into the cage and, without raising her eyes, waited. The steel barred box was narrow, even someone as tiny as her wouldn't be able to turn around easily, nor could she sit up. Corrugated metal made up the floor and the bars were spaced five, maybe six inches apart. There was also a circular opening on each end.

  Walking over to the side table, he picked up a lock, pulled the key out, and set it down so it wouldn't be lost. He made his way to the cage, closed the doors, placed the padlock through the two hooks, and snapped the lock shut. He saw her quiver a bit and thought maybe she got off on the cage as much as he did.

  "Cassandra, are your safe words still carrot for stop and train to hold?" "Yes, Sir." "Do you want to use either one?" "No, Sir, no." "Ah, I see." Kneeling down in front of the box, he really looked at her locked away in the cage, and felt his cock harden even further. He'd used this piece of furniture less than a handful of times. With each experience he gained a great deal of pleasure from entrapping another to serve his pleasure. Having this woman inside a cage was more intense than any other experience he had.

  Not wanting to delay another moment, he stood up and went back to the table to delve into the long drawer holding various dildos, plugs, and beads. Picking up a hot pink, slim aluminum dildo, he rolled it between his hands and slipped it in his pocket. Next he picked up a blindfold and two straps. Making his way back to her, he laid the two thick lengths of leather over the top of the cage and caught her looking up at them. Already it looked as though she was starting to wonder what was going to happen next.

  Putting his arms through the bars, he placed the blindfold on her. He felt her breath speed up.

  "You all right?" His heart was pounding along with hers. Her excitement was a spectacular sight to behold and fed his lust even further. "Yes, yes, yes." "Good." Going back down to his knees, he reached in and maneuvered her hands closer together. He wrapped one of the straps around her wrists, then around the bars, finally closing the leather belts so she couldn't move her hands. This position pressed her big breasts in together, leaving the hard, red tips exposed. As a reward for his patience, he gave each nipple a good pinch, and a gasp exploded from between her parted lips. Smiling down at her, he imagined her pussy was damp and throbbing with need.

  Once he moved down to the other end of the cage, he pulled the dildo out of his pocket and started rolling it between his hands again.
He wanted to warm the toy up before he slid it into her slit. Holding it in one hand, he raised the other and dipped a fingertip between her lower folds.

  "You have a nice and wet, simply divine cunt, baby girl. Would you like something to fill you, fuck you?" "Y-yes, Sir." "Hmmm." Max added another finger and watched as she rocked back and forth over them, taking what she needed to come. That wasn't what he planned, so he pulled his fingers free. He sucked on the digits, trying to keep from laughing when she leaned her head against the cage and groaned at the loss. The taste of her was lush, all woman.

  Without any warning, he placed the end of the thin dildo and slowly pushed it into her pussy. The toy slipped in with ease. Cassandra spread her legs further, most likely to show she would take whatever he gave her and more. He kept the pace slow and steady, with the slim object constantly in motion. When she started to rock her body over the toy, looking for the tempting release, he pushed the faux rod in and held it still.

  She moaned with desperate need, and he knew she was on the brink of coming, only now she was left waiting for a few more strokes to bring her off. While her mind was occupied, he worked quickly to bring her ankles together, wrap them with the strap, and latch them close.

  Resting on his heels, he could just see the white cap of the dildo sitting between her thighs and pussy lips. She made a beautiful picture of passion held in a waiting pattern. The slender item buried in her tightened grip would keep her at the point of coming. At the same time, it wasn't enough to accomplish the goal.

  Max stood up and moved back to take in the big picture. She was simply stunning. He unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, letting them fall open. Taking his hard-on in hand, he realized how close to climaxing he was himself. Droplets of cum left the crown damp, and the strength of the erection was enough to leave his piercings throbbing for attention.

  As quietly as possible, he walked over to kneel before her and started to halfheartedly stroke his length while looking at her tied up and locked within the cage. She was lost in her own world, one where she was trapped and unable to come, see, or move. He knew the moment she became aware of his presence. Her head lifted and tilted, as if listening to or for something. Then she moved and used her head to find the cage's circular opening.

  "Please, please, Sir, may I suck your cock until you come?" "Why?" "I want to taste you again." Shit! She had him there. After she finished talking, she

  opened and left her mouth in a tempting o-shape. There was really only one thing he could do. Shifting forward, he placed the crown of his cock on her tongue and had to grab hold of the cage for balance when she took him in. Her lips closed around his length, covering the piercings, and he was brought closer to the point of coming. Her cheeks hollowed from the fierce pressure she used on him. Using the tip of her tongue, she circled and teased the silver balls, drawing more cum to seep out. Suddenly he found himself struggling not to succumb to her seductive ways. While the wet muscle twined around his rod, his mind swirled as if moving down a drain. The madness encouraged him to allow the release taunting him to grab hold and enjoy the ride.

  She hummed around him, sending the spinning through his veins, and it was Addictive. He wanted to feed her his seed, fill her with him.

  As these random, lusty thoughts were slowly being processed, he finally understood what was going on between them. He needed to pull all his strength together and take back control of their play. If he wasn't careful he'd be putty in her hands, and that wasn't how tonight was going to play out. With the brief pep talk racing through him, he let her work her magic and enjoyed it, but pushed away the need to come. That would be done on his terms.

  Reaching between the bars, he held her head carefully and moved her mouth on and off a small portion of his length. This he could handle. Apparently he couldn't allow Cassandra to focus on his piercings, not when he wanted her so badly. On an average day, at any given moment, the silver he wore on his cock brought desire and lust to his mind. Max liked the feeling they gave him. He really enjoyed this woman and how she was able to wreck his control by paying particular attention to them.

  Thankful she couldn't see how she'd shaken his hold, he decided to push through and get back on track to fulfill his plan. Shaking his head, he was once again focused on giving this woman an incredible orgasm. Leaning back, he slowly pulled his hard-on from between her lips and held in a groan as she made a move to follow it only to be stopped by the bars. "No! Please, don't take your cock away." vibrations delicious.

  "It's all right, baby girl, you'll have it and more." He stroked a finger over her cheek, down to her lips, where his thumb reached up and nudged the full lower fold. He wanted to kiss her, place his lips against hers and feel her melt against him, but that reward would not be taken for the first time from between bars. Clearly this woman, and everything about her, was his temptation. The one he couldn't get away from, nor did he want to.

  He shifted a hand and took hold of her nipple, pinched the hard point, and held on. The response he received from her had him questioning taking his rod from her mouth. She pursed her plump lips and pressed kisses against his thumb still resting on her folds. When he increased the pressure, she sucked on his thumb and nibbled on the pad.

  As with his cock, she worked over his flesh with her tongue. Now he understood—she hadn't been trying to take control away from him, she liked having her mouth occupied while her passion was being played with.

  He had to remember this and explore it further. But, right now they both needed their release. Ignoring her mewls of discontent was difficult, but he did. Pulling his thumb away from her lavish attention, he shifted back to the other end of the cage. Max unwrapped her ankles and gently pulled her legs until they came out between the bars, and her pussy was presented at the hole in the bars. This meant that, because her wrists were secured at the front, her arms were stretched and her bare breasts rested over the corrugated metal floor.

  With her legs splayed, he pulled the slender dildo out and pushed it back in. Her pleasure and wants were immediately voiced. "Oh, yes, fuck me." Stopping the erotic motion, he pulled the toy out of her silken grip, then reached in and gave her ass a light swat. "And?" "Please! Please! Please, Sir, I'm sorry." They were good together, without prompting she understood what he'd been looking for.

  Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom and rolled the rubber over his hard-on, then tossed the wrapper to the floor. With that last item taken care of, he used two fingers to spread open her rear crease and exposed her pink rose. He placed the glistening dildo point on the opening and pressed. When it was halfway in, Max removed a bit, then pushed it back in. Over and over again, he smoothly fucked her ass until she was fairly howling with pleasure.

  That was the moment he chose to thrust his cock into her pussy.

  She was hot, slick, and gripped him tightly. There was no rhythm to his fucking, he was well beyond that point. All he could think of was possessing her until they both climaxed.

  In and out, hard and fast, he took her and rung grunts of passion from her depths, as well as his.

  He managed to keep going until she fell apart around him, and only then did he allow himself to come. With each load sent to reside in the bottom of the condom, he felt like he could relax. Only he couldn't—he couldn't wrap his arms around her, hold and kiss her.

  After both his cock and the dildo were pulled free, he untied her wrists and helped her from the cage. There was a purpose to his madness this evening. With this in mind, he left the blindfold in place as he carried her to the bed, and carefully lay her down. Quickly and efficiently, he took the condom off, tied it, and threw it away. Pulling up his pants and fastening them, he next made sure to put the toy and straps they'd used in a marked covered box for cleaning.

  When everything was in order, he went back to the bed and stretched out at her side. Before he could pull her close, she turned and wrapped herself around him.

  "You are so incredible," she whispered, and h
is heart pounded beneath her head. "We aren't through." "I know, but—" "Shhh, relax. I'm not going anywhere and we have

  time." "But—" Because he couldn't hold off a moment longer, he leaned down and silenced her with a kiss. Her pink, plump lips were as soft and resilient as he'd thought whenever he looked at them. This first touch of their lips was gentle and caring. It felt like she'd opened a window to her soul with this one act. Her hands came up and clasped his head. Since it had been her condition to not want the personal touch, it seemed only fair for her to take what she wanted most.

  Their lips pushed against each other, then pulled back, only to return for more. She placed pecking like kisses along his lips and then traced the seam with her tongue. The temptation to finally taste her was great, so he opened his mouth and groaned when her tongue moved in and explored at will.

  She tasted fresh and clean, with a dash of sweetness. He wanted more. The barriers were down, the floodgates opened, and he wanted in all the way.

  Max rolled them over and took back the control. This woman and her softness were what he needed.

  For now, he'd take what she offered, but at some time soon would push for more.

  Chapter Four

  Another early morning, another black cab taking her home. Only this time she had a personal note in her hand from the man she'd spent hours having sex with.

  When she was checking out of Succulent, the blue card was handed over by an attendant with a jubilant "from your partner this evening" comment accompanying it.

  She was anxious to read it, although she decided to wait until she was alone to see what he had to say. Most likely it was to set up another meet, but in case it was something else, she'd rather be in the comfort of her own home.

  Last night had been as spectacular as the one before. Gabby was glad she'd taken the no kissing requirement off her key for him. No other partner had ever asked, and she wasn't sure if they had that the answer would have been the same as it was for this particular man. He was special, and his kisses were like dreams. They pulled onto her street and stopped in front of her door. She handed over a tenner and, with keys at the ready, dashed out and shut the door behind her, then took a few steps through the morning drizzle to her front door.