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table of businessmen sat idly chatting.
‘I’m not interested in them. Start here. Start half an hour from now.’
‘I’ll be half cut by then.’
‘You’re sitting in your seat.’
Kara inhaled. ‘OK. I’m sitting in my seat.’
‘Your breasts feel tight. Your nipples are hard. You know what we’re about to do.’
Kara swallowed. The thought of admitting her fantasies to Mike was like standing on the edge of a shark-infested sea, wondering whether they’d bite and how hard. She shut her eyes, took a deep breath and jumped. ‘I’m already wet.’
‘Where?’
‘In between my legs.’ Kara lowered her voice to a whisper. She leaned forwards now, put her arms on the table and shook her fringe over her eyes.
‘Don’t hide behind your hair. You’re wet between your legs.’
‘Yes.’
‘And then what?’
‘You, you take me by the hand and we go upstairs.’ Kara stared at her glass, at the bubbles that clung to the side before tugging free and lifting to the surface. ‘We go slowly.’
‘Why?’
‘It’s hard to walk. I’m so turned on I’m shaky. And you’re feeling me as we go up the stairs.’
‘I slip my hand under your skirt, check how wet you are,’ Mike added. ‘And then we get to the room.’
‘You push me up against the door. I’m trying to open the door, but I can’t find the key because you’re kissing my neck, biting me.’
‘Actually, no.’ Mike’s voice had lowered. In the dull light of the bar his cheekbones were shadowed and his eyes glinted. Waiters and club members moved around them in a low murmur of hushed sound, but Kara felt as though she was connected to Mike with an invisible rope, a line that stretched from her groin and her belly and down through her arms to reach out to him. When he talked, she watched his mouth and felt it on her skin, when he played with the cigarette, she felt him tangle his hands in her hair, tease shivers from her body. ‘I won’t touch you. Not until the door’s closed and you’re standing in the centre of the room, with your hands hanging by your side.’
Mike sat back in his chair, legs splayed. Kara let her gaze fall to his lap, where she could see a tightening of the fabric of his suit – loose as it was, there was a definite outline where his cock pressed against his thigh.
‘Because,’ he said, ‘we’re not just fucking, are we? We’re playing a game. The rules of which we’re deciding now.’
‘I thought you wanted to hear my fantasies?’
‘Yes. And how they intersect with mine. I’m not interested in the way you are with Tam or any of your other paramours. I want to hear your deeper fantasies. The ones you wouldn’t dare admit to.’
Kara pressed her lips together. The bar was growing slowly busier with professionals and the lazy rich, mostly men, a few women moving among them with poised glamour, leaving trails of Chanel in their wake.
‘I’m standing in the centre of the room,’ she said finally. ‘You undress me, and I don’t move. When I’m naked, no, wait, half naked –’
‘I’ve taken your underwear off, but left this on –’ Mike reached over, lifted the strap of Kara’s white camisole ‘– so that I can see the line of your breasts through it, the curve of your hip, the shadow of your hair.’ He trailed the back of his hand down her arm as he sat back, giving her goosebumps.
Her eyes burned. ‘You feel me, just a little, enough to make me gasp. And then …’ She looked at his clothes. ‘Then you take off your tie. Pull my wrists behind me and knot them together.’
Mike raised an eyebrow. ‘Interesting.’
‘So I can’t move, while you do whatever you please.’
‘And you want this?’
The two of them sat now with their gazes locked on each other. Kara nodded. ‘Oh yes.’
‘I can lift your top and play with your tits. I can push you backwards until you fall on the bed. Will you like that?’
‘Keep going.’ Kara gritted her teeth.
‘If I get bored,
‘I’m not interested in them. Start here. Start half an hour from now.’
‘I’ll be half cut by then.’
‘You’re sitting in your seat.’
Kara inhaled. ‘OK. I’m sitting in my seat.’
‘Your breasts feel tight. Your nipples are hard. You know what we’re about to do.’
Kara swallowed. The thought of admitting her fantasies to Mike was like standing on the edge of a shark-infested sea, wondering whether they’d bite and how hard. She shut her eyes, took a deep breath and jumped. ‘I’m already wet.’
‘Where?’
‘In between my legs.’ Kara lowered her voice to a whisper. She leaned forwards now, put her arms on the table and shook her fringe over her eyes.
‘Don’t hide behind your hair. You’re wet between your legs.’
‘Yes.’
‘And then what?’
‘You, you take me by the hand and we go upstairs.’ Kara stared at her glass, at the bubbles that clung to the side before tugging free and lifting to the surface. ‘We go slowly.’
‘Why?’
‘It’s hard to walk. I’m so turned on I’m shaky. And you’re feeling me as we go up the stairs.’
‘I slip my hand under your skirt, check how wet you are,’ Mike added. ‘And then we get to the room.’
‘You push me up against the door. I’m trying to open the door, but I can’t find the key because you’re kissing my neck, biting me.’
‘Actually, no.’ Mike’s voice had lowered. In the dull light of the bar his cheekbones were shadowed and his eyes glinted. Waiters and club members moved around them in a low murmur of hushed sound, but Kara felt as though she was connected to Mike with an invisible rope, a line that stretched from her groin and her belly and down through her arms to reach out to him. When he talked, she watched his mouth and felt it on her skin, when he played with the cigarette, she felt him tangle his hands in her hair, tease shivers from her body. ‘I won’t touch you. Not until the door’s closed and you’re standing in the centre of the room, with your hands hanging by your side.’
Mike sat back in his chair, legs splayed. Kara let her gaze fall to his lap, where she could see a tightening of the fabric of his suit – loose as it was, there was a definite outline where his cock pressed against his thigh.
‘Because,’ he said, ‘we’re not just fucking, are we? We’re playing a game. The rules of which we’re deciding now.’
‘I thought you wanted to hear my fantasies?’
‘Yes. And how they intersect with mine. I’m not interested in the way you are with Tam or any of your other paramours. I want to hear your deeper fantasies. The ones you wouldn’t dare admit to.’
Kara pressed her lips together. The bar was growing slowly busier with professionals and the lazy rich, mostly men, a few women moving among them with poised glamour, leaving trails of Chanel in their wake.
‘I’m standing in the centre of the room,’ she said finally. ‘You undress me, and I don’t move. When I’m naked, no, wait, half naked –’
‘I’ve taken your underwear off, but left this on –’ Mike reached over, lifted the strap of Kara’s white camisole ‘– so that I can see the line of your breasts through it, the curve of your hip, the shadow of your hair.’ He trailed the back of his hand down her arm as he sat back, giving her goosebumps.
Her eyes burned. ‘You feel me, just a little, enough to make me gasp. And then …’ She looked at his clothes. ‘Then you take off your tie. Pull my wrists behind me and knot them together.’
Mike raised an eyebrow. ‘Interesting.’
‘So I can’t move, while you do whatever you please.’
‘And you want this?’
The two of them sat now with their gazes locked on each other. Kara nodded. ‘Oh yes.’
‘I can lift your top and play with your tits. I can push you backwards until you fall on the bed. Will you like that?’
‘Keep going.’ Kara gritted her teeth.
‘If I get bored,
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