Page 13 of Flirt

I squatted by the bag, unzipped it, and then looked inside to make sure I had everything I planned to introduce her to. Every item in my bag had either been sanitized or was new. I pulled several things out and placed them on the seat of the chair while I reached back in and pulled out a few condoms and a container of lube.

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head toward her. The hands which had been by her sides were in front of her clasped together. Her body language defying her previous calm.

I picked up the items from the chair, then walked to where the bench sat in front of the window. I placed my items on top of a stand between the bench and swing that was in the corner.

“Max, I mean, Sir, are you going to close the shade?” I could hear the trepidation in her voice.

I hit the button beside the window, and the blind inside the glass started to descend. By the time I made my way to the chair and sat, the blind was down and the outside was closed off.

“Come here, Gabriella.” I pointed to the spot in front of me.

I watched her chest lift as she took a deep breath, then let it out as she turned and began taking languid steps toward me. Her facial expression was blank, but her eyes showed determination. So much so, I was surprised her chin wasn’t lifted in challenge.

“What is your safe word?” I asked as she stopped in front of me.

“Red.”

“And if you use your safe word?”

“Everything stops, Sir.”

I grabbed the sides of my t-shirt, pulling it free from the waist of my jeans, and her eyes followed as I raised it, then reached over my shoulders and yanked it over my head. Once I had removed it, I tossed it over the arm of the extra chair, then leaned back.

The tip of Gabriella’s tongue peeked out of her mouth and licked across her lips. Pure willpower was the only thing that kept me from growing instantly hard. And I would swear the movement of her eyes over my bare chest sent scorching heat through my system. The woman who stood before me was dangerous to my being, and she had no clue. Any nervousness or uncertainty she had previously was gone.

For the very first time since I had walked into a club, the appeal of having a submissive of my own pushed forward. The picture of Gabriella down on her knees, her hands cuffed behind her, my cock sliding over her tongue was only one scene flashing through my head. I pictured a hundred things to do with her, and with each one, I hardened to the point I shifted to ease some of the discomfort.

“Strip,” I ordered, causing her eyes to snap back to mine and off my chest. She blinked, and I waited for her to balk. Instead, she astounded me when, without a word, she bent at the waist and reached for the zipper on the back of her knee-high boots. The room was so quiet the sound of the teeth on the zipper could be heard giving way. She placed a hand on the arm of my chair, then bent her leg and grabbed the back of the heel, pulling the boot off. It hit the floor, and she repeated the same process with the other leg.

Gabriella straightened and reached around to her back. I heard another zipper, her hands moved to her sides at the waist, and she started pushing her tight leather pants down. Once they were over her hips and made it to her thighs, I got the first glimpse of the tiny patch of red lace that was doing a terrible job at covering her mound, a bare mound.

After she finished removing her pants and tossed them into the seat of the chair beside me, her fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt. The dark blue material fitted to her frame, and as the first two buttons were unfastened, a flash of red was exposed. When the front was parted, the matching red bra came into view along with her full breasts the lacy material barely contained. She pitched the shirt on top of the pants, then reached for the clasp of her bra.

“Leave those,” I said, then leaned forward, reached my arm out, and used my knuckles to follow the outline of the exposed part of her breasts. Her skin was soft and smooth, and I wanted nothing more than to glide my tongue over it.

I wrapped her wrists with my hands to hold her in place and moved closer until my nose bumped against the area above the red lace. My tongue snaked out, the tip making contact with her skin. I slid my tongue from right to left and paused when I hit a difference in her skin texture. There were a few lines, narrow enough and faded enough that no one would notice them. Where the stretchmarks indicated, Gabriella had at least one child. I moved my tongue to the center and licked a path up the center until I reached her bellybutton and circled it. I held the groan back that wanted to escape from the small taste of her. I released her wrists and placed my hands on her hips, pulling her closer. Sliding my hands down her hips, enjoying her curves as I moved my hands behind her, running my palms over the globes of her ass. I pushed a finger under the string of her thong and followed it down the crease until I reached the puckered entrance of her ass. I pushed against the hole, testing the resistance. Easing off only to press hard when I placed the finger back against it.

Gabriella shivered, and her breathing picked up. “You like that, Angel?”

“Yes.” I slapped the cheek of her ass. “Sir,” she added.

“Damn, not this time, but we are definitely going to explore anal. You are going to strangle my cock, Angel. I just know it.”

I slid my finger from under the string, and with a quick squeeze of the globes of her ass, I moved to the thin elastic at her hips. I latched on and slid her thong down.

When the lacy bit reached the floor, she stepped out of them while I reached for the clasp on the front of her bra and freed her breasts. Then tossed it in the direction of the chair, leaned in and placed my mouth on her breast.

I circled my tongue around the outer edge of the rosy areola. I sucked the peaked nipple between my lips and bit gently down while I massaged her other breast with my hand. Stopping only to tweak its nipple. Giving it attention as I was the other with my mouth.

Gabriella reached out and clutched my shoulders, her nails pressing down on the skin. It was the first time she had touched me since we entered the room, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I looked and found moon-shaped indents in my skin.

She wiggled her hips, moaned, and her nails pressed deeper as her grip tightened.

I released her nipple with a pop. “You need my mouth somewhere else, Angel?” I asked as I ran my hand down her body until I reached the gap below her mound. I pushed two fingers through the gap, sliding them between her pussy lips. Coating them with her wet heat.

“Oh God, please,” she said on a moan and pressed down, shifting her hips. Trying to ride my fingers.

I stood, placed my other hand on her backside to hold her in place. “Spread your legs wider,” I said, and when she immediately obeyed, I pushed both fingers inside her.

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