I make my way to the table, wondering if anyone will notice me. I watch others pass by, making their way to other parts of the bar. Some go to the bar itself to get a drink, others go outside to the balcony and others yet are moving past to leave as they have other plans for the evening.
Looking towards the door leading to the balcony, I don't see you approach and as your hand sets itself over mine; I turn to find your gaze locked onto mine. No words are spoken as you take my hand and lead me away from the press of bodies against one another as they move to and fro amongst the too small space. The whole way back no words are spoken and the only contact made is my hand in yours.
We make our way to the elevator. Stepping in, I notice it is only us, surrounded by silence and the glass of the contraption. I look up and my eyes lock with yours again. Your hand rises up as you bend over, your lips giving the whisper of a caress along my neck before your hand takes hold of the hair at the nape of my neck and you utter one single word. “Cum,” you command, your arms wrapping tightly around me as my world shatters and reconnects all within the span of the fifteen seconds it takes us to get to your floor.
Your hand grasps mine once more as you lead the way. We make our way to your room. Suddenly you stop and turn, your hand producing a blindfold from some unknown pocket. My sight goes dark and then you lead me into the room. The door shuts behind us and suddenly, fiercely I feel your hand upon my throat. My breath is knocked out of me in surprise as my back hits the wall and I hear your growl next to my ear. “I WILL have you this night.”
Your hands move to my chest and I feel my blouse tear with buttons hitting the walls around us. My breathing increases. I bite down on my lip, accidentally cutting it with my teeth which causes me to whimper. I feel you go still before leaning down and kissing deeply, sealing the wound on my lip before any further damage can be caused. Your hands continue moving, shedding me of the offensive blouse before coming back up. The bra I’m wearing stands no chance and the pop of fabric as breaks causes me to gasp.
As each piece of clothing is removed, my body becomes more and more inflamed with need. My legs tremble as I continue standing before you, my upper body bare to your gaze. Your mouth finds my nipple with ease as you tease and torment me with your tongue and teeth. Your sent fills my nose and I breathe it in deeply. I vaguely hear two quick clicks and then suddenly I feel a coldness against my stomach that wasn’t there previously. My breathing quickens as I hear you say, “I wouldn’t move if I were you. I’d hate to mar this lovely skin before me.”
I stay as still as I can as I feel the knife move beneath the cloth. For a moment I could swear the knife starts to press further down, before the skirt and garter belt are quickly dispatched. Wearing only my stockings and heels, I stand before you, nearly squirming with desire as it continues to build without you even having to touch me. Nearly dragging me to the bed, you spin me around and push me back. I fall onto the bed and feel your hands remove my shoes, one by one, before reaching up and removing each stocking with a startling gentleness after the fierceness of a moment ago.
Fully naked now and at your mercy, my will is no longer my own and I lay still, waiting for your command. My foot, touching your leg, tells me you are not moving. How long you stand there, I don’t know, but finally you move, shoving my legs apart and moving between them to hold my wrists above my head with your hand, insuring I will not be going anywhere. “You’re going to lay there, as I take you and there’s nothing you can do about it,” you tell me. As each word is said, my need increases even more until my hips are reaching up, trying to find you.
Roughly, you force your way into me, pushing until you’re in all the way and then moving hard and fast, taking your pleasure from me. I cannot help but move against you, my hips bucking into yours and my whimpers turning into moans. Closer and closer I get to the edge but not yet going over until you whisper, “Cum,” in my ear. My moans turn into cries as my body spasms under and around you. You say it again, thrusting even harder and faster. Again the precipice drops from under me and I’m gone riding wave after wave as you fuck me, taking what is yours.
Finally unable to bear the wait any longer, you nuzzle my neck, biting down hard. Crying out, my mind shatters into fragments, unable to voice any words even if my life depended on it. Riding hard on the wave, you growl and follow behind, your own orgasm taking hold and sending me spinning again right as I start to come down. Shuddering and trembling against you, my body feeling aftershock after aftershock, you hold me close until my cheek caresses your shoulder in a mute greeting.
Moving to the middle of the bed, you remove the blindfold and look me in the eyes before kissing me soundly. “How do you feel,” you ask to make certain everything is as it should be. The satisfied murmur against your shoulder as I curl up against you once more gives you all the answer you need as we settle in for the evening and a weekend full of festivities with many more toe curling experiences to be had.
