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She lay back against the pillows, partly hidden
in the shadows. She knew he was as aware of her as she was of him
and yet neither of them spoke or moved. She could almost smell the
scent of his nerves and she smiled to herself in the shadow. How
silly of him to think this would not have happened at some point,
yet still she hesitated to start the game. She knew now that he
had helped ease her along this path and was reluctant to spoil the
game. Yet both knew that today would be a turning point and she
was aware she needed to handle this carefully. Carefully enough
not to break the rules yet allow them both the release they sought.
Inhaling softly, she whispered across the semi darkness…"OK
tomas, strip for me."
She watched from beneath hooded eyes and thick
lashes as he tried to gauge the tone of her voice and the place
her voice came from while holding her breath. Would he carry out
the command or would he buckle under his perceived guilt? She watched
with a smile of satisfaction as he reached up for the knot in his
tie and held her breath. She realised she should have made this
move a year ago, before he had time to think about it.
She knew this had been hard for him over the last
few months, watching him as he fought with his conscience and there
had been times when she has almost backed off, but if she was honest
with herself she had no intention of letting this go now they had
come this far. If she was REALLY honest with herself, she had been
more than a little predatory in her approach at times and he had
held her off till HE was ready to move things on. If nothing else
she had learnt quickly that to have the responsibility for another
meant she had had to learn to respect his limits and boundaries,
yet she allowed herself a smug grin of satisfaction due to the fact
that he WAS here in the hotel with her and was willing to take her
commands.. She checked her thoughts and tutted softly.
 He
had willingly followed where she had led and she leaned forward
a little to watch as the tie slithered to the floor with a soft
sound. She watched as he searched the shadows for a movement from
her and she whispered "Continue" shaking her head at the
hint of eagerness in her voice. He hesitated a moment, seemingly
unsure as to what to remove next, then bent to take off his shoes,
losing his balance a little, then removed his socks and she chuckles
softly as she saw his toes curl a little on the pile of the carpet.
The sly smile played about her lips — the sleaziness of the
moment amusing her. She watched as he fumbled with the cufflinks
he’d worn and saw his eyes darted to the unit at the side of
the room, then realising that he had best not move, dropped then
almost nonchalantly in his trousers pocket.
Oh how she wanted to fuck this man, to make him
see that this was what had been inevitable since the first day she’d
set eyes on him. How he’d fought this. For a year now she’s
watched him, waited patiently until the opportunity had arisen to
speak to him and then watching him struggle with his guilt.
She sensed a slight change in the room as he stood
proudly before her now, undoing the buttons slowly, casually shrugging
the shirt from his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Oh
how well he played this game. She bit her lower lip gently, watching
as his upper body came into view. How delicious he was. How she
was going to enjoy this game today. She leant forward a little more
and just one softly spoken word slipped from her mouth as his shirt
fell to the floor "Good"
She sat up and leant further forward, knowing he
had heard her moving as he began to unbutton his trousers and heard
the soft hiss of the zip being undone. Watching as he moved, a little
more confident now, stepping out of them, standing before her now,
naked apart from the tight black briefs. Her eyes roamed slowly
over his body and her eyes widened as they looked over his groin,
the bulge more than obvious to her gaze. So, regardless of how he
said he felt mentally, his body was telling a completely different
story.
The heavy paused stretched on seemingly forever
until she watched his inhale deeply and hooked his thumbs on either
side of the briefs and slide them to the floor, his movements fluid
and smooth, the muscles of his body rippling as he bent and stood
back straight before her. Finally naked, he stood proudly before
her, an almost perfect specimen of maleness; head high, shoulders
back, hands behind his back, glorious in his arousal.
She slide down the bed, her long legs encased in
the black silk stockings, the black leather heeled shoes coming
into view in the soft light, just dangling off the end of the bed.
Neither of them spoke. The tension high in the room and she suppressed
a slight shiver from the chill air. She watched as his cock rose
to its fullest and grinned. Oh this was going to be fun. She had
found out enough about this man over the last few months to know
that this was a nerve racking moment for him and she intended to
draw it out as much as she could.
Steadying her own nerves she hissed out a single
word and reached out a long nailed finger, pointing to the foot
of the bed "Knees"
He sank almost gracefully to the floor, back still
straight, but now with his head lowered in his submission to her,
hands still behind his back; his thigh spread wide, his cock standing
proudly upwards.
The words came easily to her now as she leant forward
a little, careful not to expose her face to him and spoke softly,
but coldly into the low light.
"Masturbate for me tomas. I want to watch
you cum"
His head shot up, eyes wide in apparent shock,
searching the shadows for her face, searching for a hint of her
feelings. His hand reached downward almost reluctantly, hesitant,
his face flushed with embarrassment and took his stiff cock in his
hand. She could see his chest rising and falling as he tried to
steady his nerves. She could sense his turmoil and said nothing
to try and ease it, knowing that now he was caught in a trap they
had both helped spring. To disobey her now would spoil the game
and she doubted very much he wanted to do that. Today, he would
not get to fuck her; she wanted to test a limit of his and she would
take great delight in doing so.
How odd that she could watch and yet be detached
from this. More than once she had referred to him at work as "just
a piece of meat" and though she found it incredibly erotic
to watch him, she also found herself casting a critical eye over
the man in front of her. Being naturally submissive herself she
was well aware of all the movements, the subtlety involved in this
scene. Would he keep his eyes lowered watching himself or would
he try to probe the darkness to try and gauge her emotions?
She heard the soft gasps of pleasure that escaped
his mouth against his will as his hand moved slowly but confidently
up and down the length of his stiff cock. So, this was as intense
for him as it was for her. The scent of him began to fill her nostrils.
She inhaled gently, savouring the scent of lust
in the air. So this was what made people predatory. Pure, unadulterated
lust. Nothing more, nothing less.
Her eyes watched him closely, every movement, every
stroke. She saw the thin beads of sweat beginning to appear on his
forehead and considered stopping him, but didn’t.
Would he carry out the command to its end or would
his embarrassment and humiliation stop him?
His eyes looked upwards, probing the darkness;
big brown puppy eyes she had called them on more than one occasion
to his face. They took on an almost pleading look, begging silently
to end the torment. She knew he wouldn’t cum until she gave
the word and she sat still in the darkness, prolonging the agony
within him.
Slowly she moved forward towards the end of the
bed and teasingly lifted her foot to his face. Stopping just short
of his mouth, the tip under his nose, the scent of the leather in
his nostrils. No words were spoken, but the silent command heavy
in the air between them.
Would he know what she wanted?
Would he finally take the step to submission and
drop that soft, gentle kiss on her shoe?
 She
held her breath, watching him, her heart pounding. If he took the
step there would be no going back for either of them. He would finally
be admitting he belonged to her regardless of what his conscience
said. If he backed off, the game would be over for both of them.
Without hesitation, he lowered his head and dropped the kiss on
the tip of the shoe. Her heart pounding, almost exploding deep within
her, her watched, wide eyed in amazement. She realised she was looking
at a complete male, one who had no shame nor humiliation in his
submission, one who had just given his inner soul to her without
question. The adrenalin rush was so heady she thought she would
pass out. Watching him kneel, head bowed, lips against the leather
tip, was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed in her life
and she knew that he had bought out of her the one thing she had
never realised lay within her. She knew now the responsibility was
hers and hers alone. He had given her an insight to the world from
the other side and in that one moment she knew there was no going
back. Just as she owned a side of him no one else saw, so he owned
a part of her that was only his.
He was hers. Completely and totally. The elation
was almost overwhelming and she fought hard not to reach out and
touch him. But the moment was lost as his cock suddenly exploded,
the thick milky strands splashing across the carpet between his
legs, his body straining as he fought the inevitable and she scowled
in sheer fury.
How dare he cum without her command?
The game was over. The Mistress was in full command
now as she finally leant forward into the light, lowering her foot
back to the floor, the scent of lust about them in the room, the
cruel scowl marring her features. The urge to slap his face so strong,
she had to force herself to speak. To reach out and leave the print
of her hand on his now flushed face.
Looking down at him, she inhaled softly, gathering
her wits about her, rising slightly on the end of the bed, drawing
herself up to her full height, she pointed to the mess. Her temper
was rising at a formidable rate and slowly she smiled at him. This
was not the way to end this session. There was no affection in the
smile, just a wicked grin of dominance looked down at him and hissed…
"Now how do you plan to clear that up hmmm?"
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