Page 40 of Seducer

She pressed her hand against my chest, fingering my shirt. Now there was a wry smile on her face, a twinkle in her eyes. She was beginning to realize I was very much in charge.

There was no surprise as she rose onto her toes, leaning forward and teasing me by darting her tongue across the seam of my mouth. The woman was playful by nature, which boosted the joy she showed in every dance step.

Every tease.

When I wrapped my hand around her throat, pushing my thumb under her chin, there were two possibilities for her reaction. One was to release the terror I knew was just below the surface. Two was to understand how our kinky relationship would go. Giventhere was no fear in her eyes, I was able to smile as I lowered my head.

Instead of a kiss, I merely whispered in her ear, “You will do everything I command of you. If you don’t, you will be punished.”

Her next shudder embroiled every cell in my body, her moan electrifying my needs.

“Did you hear me?” I reiterated.

“Yes. Yes, sir.” The words flowed naturally off her tongue, the tone evoking another fire deep within my core being.

This woman wasn’t merely perfect. She was everything I’d ever needed.

I captured her mouth just seconds before the elevator pinged slightly. After the doors opened, I threw my arm out. The kiss was sweet as well as intense, but I refused to waste any time returning to the lobby once again.

I had more important things on my mind.

The room was exactly as I’d anticipated, providing the perfect romantic backdrop for couples who longed for a quiet night or weekend far removed from the pressures of their real lives. I was impressed, but at this point, partaking in what the room had to offer didn’t matter in the least.

“Take off your jacket,” I commanded while I did a sweep of the three rooms and bathroom, ensuring we were alone and that everything I’d requested was exactly as it should be. The ropes were prepared, extra towels placed in the bathroom.

Several liquors and wines had been brought to the room, a bottle of Krug champagne already on ice. The lights were dim, the fire blazing in the fireplace, and the bed and breakfast owner had catered personally to my particular needs.

A collar, leash, and assorted sex toys had been provided. Her single question when we’d been checking in had been beginner, intermediate, or advanced. Not all guests would understand what she’d been talking about.

I’d selected intermediate.

While I had no way of knowing whether or not Wild Kitty was familiar with acts of domination, I was going on instinct and basing it on how heightened her cravings had become.

She kept her back to me as she unbuttoned her jacket, slowly easing it from her shoulders. She placed it on the back of the couch, barely tilting her head to look over toward me.

“Everything. Off.” My tone was gruffer than before. I yanked off my jacket, taking a few seconds to roll up my sleeves.

Only her chest rose and fell to allow me to know she’d heard what I’d told her.

I gave her a few additional seconds as I headed for the champagne, grabbing a towel from the small kitchenette counter’s surface. “Wild Kitty. Do not make me ask you again. Take off your clothes. Now.”

After a five second count, she finally reacted, although her movements were perfunctory, stilted as I’d anticipated they’d be. I’d never promised her romance. Just passion. I turned my attention to the bottle as I began peeling off the foil, cognizantof her increasing trepidation. I’d learned a long time before how intimate it could feel being the only one devoid of clothing.

A tactic used in methods of torture as well as ones of seduction.

The fact she was embarrassed to undress in the limited light was endearing, so much so I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing. The loud pop wasn’t how I usually handled opening a bottle of bubbly. The cork got away from me, bringing a slight moan from her lips.

Every sound she made pushed me into more of my carnal needs. This time was no exception. I caught most of the liquid before losing it on the counter, carefully pouring into two crystal flutes.

In her moment of surprise, our eyes locked as they’d done before, but she was digging even more deeply into my soul. What did she expect to find, answers? I remained where I was as she kicked off her shoes, fumbling for a few seconds to unfasten her jeans. She’d remained in the costume, the tight fishnet stockings attached to the garters catching my attention first.

She took her time unclipping the edge bands, rolling the stockings down her leg while keeping her toes pointed. Her balance was incredible and even this was a show in and of itself.

I finally snagged the glasses, moving closer to her. She held her ground as she began to remove the sexy leotard holding the costume all together.

Her body was a creation of beauty, an hourglass figure complemented by her full, rosy lips matching the color of her taut nipples. Underneath she wore a stunning black G-string and I had the strong urge to rip it off instead of allowing her the luxury of removing it herself.

But I controlled myself. Only when she was standing completely naked did I advance, now only inches away. She didn’t turn around at first, but was keenly aware of my close presence, her body trembling. I was mesmerized for a few seconds, admiring her long legs and the rounded curve of her hips.

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