Page 11 of Luxe

She turned back toward them, blowing them a kiss as she sashayed away, her fingers entwined with mine.

“May I touch you… sir?” she added, then pinned her lip between her teeth.

I leaned on the wall at the entrance of the hallway leading to the private rooms. Bringing her hand up, I pressed my lips to her knuckles. “Where?”

She glanced back over her shoulder, then met my gaze again. Withdrawing her hand from mine, she reached her arms aroundmy shoulders and stood on her toes. I gripped her hips tightly, leaning toward her as she put her lips next to my ear.

“I want to see how excited you are to see me tonight,” she whisper-yelled over the music playing through the bar. “I saw the way you looked at me when you walked over, and I know you’re already hard under there. I could see the lust all over you.”

I stood straight, narrowing my eyes on hers. “Come with me.” Taking her hand in mine again, I locked my fingers with hers, guiding her down the faintly lit corridor back to the room I’d claimed as ours. Once alone, I closed the door.

The moment I withdrew my hand, she lowered herself to her knees, keeping her eyes raised to mine, her palms facing the ceiling. She swallowed hard, eagerly awaiting her first command. I was glad to see she’d caught on and taken her role so seriously.

After admiring her for several moments, I rolled my tongue over my bottom lip. “Get up.”

“Yes, sir.” She stood, folding her hands in front of her.

“On the bed,” I ordered, and she spun away while I marched to the cabinet, taking out a blindfold, soundproof headphones, a candle with a lighter, a flogger, and soft, red rope.

She lay on the bed, awaiting me, watching me.

I felt a surge of ownership and authority as I approached her, laying the items on the bedside table. “You want to ask?”

“Ask what, sir?”

“What I plan to do to you?” I darted my eyes toward her with a small smile. “Tonight, I’m going to take away two of your senses and see how confident you still are about what you can seeall over me.”

She stifled a smile as I positioned the blindfold over her eyes, taking care to block out all the light. The faint sound of her ragged breathing was all that remained for me to hear. Placingthe headphones over her ears, I ensured they were secure and that she couldn’t hear me.

She lay there, anticipating my every move, so I took my time. Soon, I wrapped the red rope around her wrists, securing them to the metal loops on each corner of the headboard. She shivered at my touch, her body trembling.

I moved around to her ankles, repeating the process with the rope. She was now bound to the bed, her body completely at my mercy, her legs, and arms splayed out to the side. I ran my hand down her leg, tracing every curve and dip of her figure. She let out a tiny whimper, her body jolting ever so slightly at my touch.

I leaned in close, my breath warm against her skin. She let out a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling quickly. Lips pressed to her collarbone, I peppered kisses down her chest, stopping just above her right breast. Knowing she had other outfits at work, I took the thin fabric between my fingers, yanking it apart. It tore away from her frame with ease, and she arched her back, letting out a gasp.

Her nipples hardened at the mix of her arousal and the cool air blowing from the ceiling vents. I continued kissing her down to her belly button, then back up again, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth while rolling the other between my fingertips.

“Mmm,” she moaned loudly when I bit her nipple.

Smiling at her vulnerability, I stepped to the table, lighting the candle, then picked up the flogger, dragging it slowly and gently up and down every inch of the front of her body. Pulling it back, I brought it down over her, striking her tits tenderly. She writhed on the bed, a smile on her face. I did it again, this time a little harder.

She bit her bottom lip, hissing, “Yesss sir.”

Pushing the boundaries a little more, I did it once again, instantly following with a strike on the center of her pussy. Sheyelped, then cooed at the sensation. I slapped her mound again, then strode to the bottom of the bed, seeing her glistening slit waiting to be fucked.

Slipping my fingers between her slit, I stroked up and down. She tried her best to push herself into my hand, but I wouldn’t give into her silent demand. Hearing her moans made me insane. I wanted to shove my cock in her, but I wasn’t done torturing her just yet.

I slapped her tits again, then her pussy, causing her to jerk each time, a broad grin etched across her face. “Is that all you got for me, sir?”

I froze, cocking a brow at her. Normally, I would’ve ripped the headphones and blindfold off her, untied her and let her go. I didn’t like brats. They drove me crazy, and not in a good way. But with Roxy, it amused me to an extent, making me want to truly push her to her limit. And that was all the permission I needed.

I laid the flogger on the bed and stepped over to the table, picking up the candle. Up until that moment, I wasn’t sure I’d use it on her. A part of me felt like it’d be too intense for someone new to the lifestyle and even then, some people just didn’t like it.

As I held the candle above her delicate arms, I moved it closer, watching the flame dance against the wax. Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling quickly as she awaited my next move. My heart pounded in my chest. The thought of how she’d feel with warm wax dripping on her delicate body, made me insane.

Holding the candle above her stomach, I began to drip wax onto her body in a puddle. When it hit her skin, she let out a hiss before it cooled. She pinned her bottom lip between her teeth, moaning as I continued, dripping it onto her chest, across her breast then her nipples. Each time, she writhed more, never using her safe word but rather her moans growing louder.

“Please fuck me, sir,” she begged, “I need to feel you sooo badly.”

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