told and enjoy the ride.”
“Ah, you’re in one of those moods, are you?” Dan playfully
swiped her ass and leaned a shoulder on the doorjamb. “Good job I’m in the mood
that complements it.”
Kat’s tummy rolled and she took a deep breath to quell her
bunched nerves. Has he got an idea of what this place is? She inhaled
deeply and pulled her dominance to the fore—the only way she could get through
fully opening the door and easing the shock he might feel.
“Right,” she said, hands on hips. “Get inside and strip.”
She pushed the door and stepped inside, turning to face him.
I’m doing this. Really doing this! Fuck, it feels good!
His eyes widened and his brows rose as though he was
humoring her. Dan peered around the doorjamb and his expression changed to one
of shocked surprise. “Well, well! Look what my beautiful woman dreamed up.” He
entered the room, taking it all in before settling his gaze on her. “God, but
you’re a rare find.”
“I said strip!” Kat’s excitement grew and she reveled
in the surge of lust that swept through her at being in control. Never in her
wildest dreams did she think she’d play out her fantasies. Never did she think
she’d find anyone to share them with. She strode to the door and locked it,
spinning to look at Dan. “Now!”
Dan took off his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. To
stop the sight of him undressing from crumbling her resolve, Kat studied the
room. A four-poster, iron-framed bed stood against the back wall, pristine
white sheets and two pillows on top. Sets of handcuffs dangled from the head
and footboards, positioned roughly where wrists and ankles would be when a
person lay spread-eagled. To the left, a large chest of drawers spanned the
length of the bed, whips, chains, ropes and paddles hanging on hooks above.
Kat’s pulse quickened at the thought of using them. She itched to touch every
instrument, first to imagine what it would be like using them, then to actually
live the dream. Everything was here for her—the tools, the bed, the man. A
little overwhelmed by her good fortune, yet at the same time feeling dominant
as hell, she vowed to act wanton, give her all. Tease and then fuck him.
Fuck, I’m so wet…
She shifted her gaze to Dan. His shirt was open, broad chest
bare and inviting her to smooth her hands over it, but she resisted. She wanted
to tease herself too, see how long it took for her to cave in and have his cock
inside her. Could she control herself for longer than five minutes? Because at
that moment, five minutes was all she imagined she could stand. He eased the
fabric over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor, gaze fixed on her face.
Her breathing went from steady to stuttered and she fought for control.
Slipping off his boots and socks, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them whisper to
his ankles. Kat remained in place despite every part of her screaming at her to
move forward and touch him, to push him onto the bed and fuck him senseless.
Dan stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside, thumbs sliding beneath his
waistband to lower his boxers, kicking them away too. His cock jutted out, hard
and ready, and Kat longed to take it deep into her mouth and suck, tongue
swirling around the head, hand fondling his balls.
“Get on the bed.” She pointed to it. “On your hands and
knees, facing away from me.”
Dan’s cock bobbed and he stood for a moment, a lazy smile on
his lips.
Is he thinking of defying me?
A wave of lust swept over her at the thought. If he defied
her, she’d have to be more dominant. In fact, she half hoped he did…
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he looked
at her with longing and admiration. Turning, he walked to the bed, climbing on
and adopting her ordered position, ass presented to her in all its cunt-wetting
glory. She stifled a gasp and moved to the drawers, fingertips skating over the
implements.
Which one shall I use first?
Unable to decide, she continued
“Ah, you’re in one of those moods, are you?” Dan playfully
swiped her ass and leaned a shoulder on the doorjamb. “Good job I’m in the mood
that complements it.”
Kat’s tummy rolled and she took a deep breath to quell her
bunched nerves. Has he got an idea of what this place is? She inhaled
deeply and pulled her dominance to the fore—the only way she could get through
fully opening the door and easing the shock he might feel.
“Right,” she said, hands on hips. “Get inside and strip.”
She pushed the door and stepped inside, turning to face him.
I’m doing this. Really doing this! Fuck, it feels good!
His eyes widened and his brows rose as though he was
humoring her. Dan peered around the doorjamb and his expression changed to one
of shocked surprise. “Well, well! Look what my beautiful woman dreamed up.” He
entered the room, taking it all in before settling his gaze on her. “God, but
you’re a rare find.”
“I said strip!” Kat’s excitement grew and she reveled
in the surge of lust that swept through her at being in control. Never in her
wildest dreams did she think she’d play out her fantasies. Never did she think
she’d find anyone to share them with. She strode to the door and locked it,
spinning to look at Dan. “Now!”
Dan took off his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. To
stop the sight of him undressing from crumbling her resolve, Kat studied the
room. A four-poster, iron-framed bed stood against the back wall, pristine
white sheets and two pillows on top. Sets of handcuffs dangled from the head
and footboards, positioned roughly where wrists and ankles would be when a
person lay spread-eagled. To the left, a large chest of drawers spanned the
length of the bed, whips, chains, ropes and paddles hanging on hooks above.
Kat’s pulse quickened at the thought of using them. She itched to touch every
instrument, first to imagine what it would be like using them, then to actually
live the dream. Everything was here for her—the tools, the bed, the man. A
little overwhelmed by her good fortune, yet at the same time feeling dominant
as hell, she vowed to act wanton, give her all. Tease and then fuck him.
Fuck, I’m so wet…
She shifted her gaze to Dan. His shirt was open, broad chest
bare and inviting her to smooth her hands over it, but she resisted. She wanted
to tease herself too, see how long it took for her to cave in and have his cock
inside her. Could she control herself for longer than five minutes? Because at
that moment, five minutes was all she imagined she could stand. He eased the
fabric over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor, gaze fixed on her face.
Her breathing went from steady to stuttered and she fought for control.
Slipping off his boots and socks, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them whisper to
his ankles. Kat remained in place despite every part of her screaming at her to
move forward and touch him, to push him onto the bed and fuck him senseless.
Dan stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside, thumbs sliding beneath his
waistband to lower his boxers, kicking them away too. His cock jutted out, hard
and ready, and Kat longed to take it deep into her mouth and suck, tongue
swirling around the head, hand fondling his balls.
“Get on the bed.” She pointed to it. “On your hands and
knees, facing away from me.”
Dan’s cock bobbed and he stood for a moment, a lazy smile on
his lips.
Is he thinking of defying me?
A wave of lust swept over her at the thought. If he defied
her, she’d have to be more dominant. In fact, she half hoped he did…
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he looked
at her with longing and admiration. Turning, he walked to the bed, climbing on
and adopting her ordered position, ass presented to her in all its cunt-wetting
glory. She stifled a gasp and moved to the drawers, fingertips skating over the
implements.
Which one shall I use first?
Unable to decide, she continued
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