This is just a teaser of something that I'm working on.
I
stand in the elegant Monet Personality Suite of the Savoy Hotel, gazing at
myself in the vast full-length mirror. I’m wearing a black lace bra and
matching thong the material is so soft and delicate an identical suspender belt
sit’s on my hips which clasps the lace tops of the gossamer nude stockings. My
long brown hair is down and styled in large lose curls and my make-up is
flawlessly perfect, thanks to the beautiful Bridgette, whom he called to pamper
me. I feel exquisite, alluring even. I feel
precious; this divine man has shown me nothing but admiration, a new way to
express myself. I feel a spark deep with
me ignite and I feel that finally I will never be afraid again.
I
continue to gaze at myself. Should I
feel different, guilty maybe? I should, I know I should but I don’t. I’ve lied,
been deceitful and to top it all off. I’ve just had the most amazing sexual
experience of my life, and all without my husband.
I
feel his presence behind me a spark of electricity crackles through my body and
if you close your eyes and listen very carefully, it sounds like a streak of
lightening illuminating the stormy sky. I feel his warm seductive breath on the
nape of my neck.
“Don’t
turn around” He whispers in my ear. I feel a tingle tickle its way down my back
as his nose softly brushes my ear “I have something for you. Slightly spread your legs” his voice is soft
like velvet yet his tone is strong and authoritative. I bid as I am told and slowly open my
legs. He doesn’t touch me, but deftly
slinks down behind me. He places his hands on my warm ass and gently begins to
massage my tender skin. Slowly achingly slowly, he moves his generous fingers
firstly down my right thigh, moving his way to the crease of my knee and places
a indulgent kiss on my sensitive skin. Then continues to glide down my leg.
Then seamlessly repeats the process on my left leg. “You have beautiful legs”
he breaths. His hushed voice twisting
deep in my psyche, how can just a voice turn you on?
I
feel his finger at the top of my thong and he pulls it away from my skin. I feel a delicious pull as the fine fabric
becomes taught around my swollen bud. I gasp with pleasure. He tugs the lace
again, the friction is intoxicating.
“Like
I said I have a small gift for you. You will
wear it while we are at dinner. Do you understand?”
“Yes”
I breathe. I feel his slick fingers
begin to tease me. He move the delicate fabric tone side then seductively he
inserts one long square finger inside me then another, I savor his welcoming
touch as he teases me. My breath becomes
deep and in the darkest pit of my sole I feel a pull of excitement. I feel my
slick arousal as he spreads it around my aching entrance.
I
feel something push against me and he slowly inserts and object into my ever
ready opening.
“This
is a vibrating bullet, which I have control over. You will keep this in for the
evening.”
“What
do you mean you have control?” I ask meekly. I know I should not be asking
questions however, my curiosity is piqued. And as if on cue I feel a sharp
stinging pain across my tender behind the crack echoes around the large room I bite
my tongue as not to cry out.
“You
do not question me, you do as I say. No questions asked” His voice is
menacingly soft and I feel a pleasing sensation ripple through me. I feel the
sensation of the bullet it’s weighty and slightly cold. Wow, this is erotic. “You
will not remove this, you will absorb the pleasure and if you behave you will
be rewarded do you understand?”
“Yes”
My voice giving me away. He obviously presses one of the buttons on the remote
as my hidden treasure sends delicious waves of ecstasy through me. Then the
sensation becomes more, pulsing, faster, the intensity grows and I feel myself
wanting to moan in pleasure this is hedonistic then it stops instantly. This is
beyond anything I have ever experienced.
This is hot, no way beyond hot this is thermonuclear. I’m aching, I
clench the muscles around the bullet for some welcome friction. Oh no please
don’t stop it I want a release I mew in my head.
“I
will have total control” he starts it again this time I cannot control my cry.
“Arrgghh”
I moan quietly
“You
will be quiet” then slaps my ass again.
“Yes
I understand” fuck me this is out of this world, me a twin set, pearl tooting
house wife, surely this cannot be legal.
“Stand
up straight” he orders. I bring my legs
back together. As I move I can feel the pull on the bullet, it feel’s alien,
constantly pushing down, a sense of continual fullness. “you may turn around
and look at me now” His hair is still slightly damp from his shower and looks
almost black, his azure blue eyes gleaming with desire, he rakes them over my
body. I feel strangely self-conscious
just stood in my underwear, underwear that he has brought me, but also adored.
“I
think I would like to Dress you now. Come with me.” I follow him into the vast
bedroom of the Suite. He gracefully walks over to the wardrobe and pulls out a
black dress bag with “Jovani” discretely written on it “I hope you like it?”
his tone is one I have not heard before, apprehension may be. He casually
glides the zip down the long sleek carrier places his hand inside and carefully
lifts out the dress.
