07. part one

Like a reflex, defending herself, she locks view with him in the mirror.
„You haven’t picked up Rosie last Friday.“
He doesn’t show any kind of emotion. „Did you miss me?“ It’s not fair answering with a question!
„How could I miss somebody I don’t know?“ She still sticks to his irrationally deep, enchanting eyes. A small smile, the corners of his mouth nearly imperceptibly curling up.
„You’re too intelligent to believe in what you say – and don’t insult my intellect as well.“ His lean, long fingers come snaking around her waist, he moves his body closer against her back, breathing hotly against the delicate skin of her neck. There’s something hard pressing against her bottom. She has to close her eyes. He seems to restrain himself, retreating a bit.

„No, look! Face yourself.“ The grip encircling her hips grows stronger. The urge to break free from this situation increases steadily. Her emotions battle inside. Part of her is aroused beyond words, another part is just alarmed, waits to seek shelter. From one minute to the other his hands have gone and he walks over to the bed, obviously searching for something next to it in the night stand.

„Please, come over here and help me.“ The brunette man holds a mid-size, gray bag in his hands, starting to open the zipper. Josephine still is kind of glued to her spot and musters him quizzically. A clink-clank sound and then he presents some black leather straps, linked with metal eyes and studs.
Oh, that’s a harness! He places it onto the silk blanket and fixes her eyes for another time.
„Would you help me to put it on?“ His hand moves up to the top button of his slick leather jacket. She’s still not able to move, left alone to think coherent. All she’s capable of is staring at him in awe. Button by button the fabric gives way and he exposes his tattooed chest. He takes his time, exactly knowing what he’s doing to her. With a dull thud the jacket lands on the floor. Her eyes travel over the toned torso, taking in every luscious detail of the curves and forms – how his biceps move under his skin. She already envisages herself tracing the contours of the phoenix tattoo, moving over to his back where she knows that wonderful, celtic looping pattern hides from view so far. Now she seems to awake from her trance and intends to make a step towards him. His expression immediately signals her ‚no, not yet’.

Letting his hands slowly glide along his abs he’s soon dangerously close to his impressive v-line.
„Shall I stop?“ She involuntarily gasps. A short evil inkling shows in his green-brown irises. „I thought so.“ With deft fingers he opens the buckle of the belt, nestles at his fly. Not just the telltale sound of the zipper but also the crashing leather lets the sweat form on her forehead. Inch by inch he pulls the shiny trousers over his hip bones further down. Her eyes stop at his crotch. She knows she’s blatantly obvious, but couldn’t care less. No underwear, just smooth, bare skin. He’s semi-hard. Stepping out off the leather pants he kicks it a little out off the way and then just stands there. Still. Straight. Confident. Upright – he’s not covering anything with his hands. The long, well defined arms just dangle relaxed next to his sides. It’s like all of his presence sort of whispers to her: „This is me, all I am within this skin.“

Suddenly she stands next to the bed, her trembling fingers touching the black harness. She has no memory how she walked over here. Taking it into her hands she turns towards the still calmly waiting man. Strap for strap slip over the soft skin, her flexible fingers closing one metal eye after the other. When she reaches his private parts she stops in her motion for a split second. Shaking the odd feeling off she gingerly cups his scrotum in one hand and guides it with his firm member through the tight leather ring at the end of the ensemble of straps. Wanting to step back he covers her hand with his and holds it in place, over his hardness. She senses the steadily growing erection, the smooth, warm surface straining against her palm. With the next blink of her eyes every single of her body hair seems to be standing straight – electric impulses rushing through her system. He also isn’t that laid back any longer. His chest is heaving with his accelerated breath, yet still he seems able to keep his composure. The olive of his eyes turned slightly darker and he unconsciously wets his lips with the tip of his rosy tongue.

An unforseen push and she lands on the covers, nearly falling onto her back. To her surprise he doesn’t jump onto her, pinning her to the mattress. Instead he grabs her arms and drags her back into a sitting position. Going down to his haunches he gently smoothes over the shimmering surface of her long, black boots. Opposed to her corset they have zippers at the inner side. Not fuzzing around long he peels the artificial skin off her legs, revealing the gauzy stockings she wears underneath. Slipping his hands up he loosens them at the garter and rolls them down over her calves and ankles. Placing her left, bare foot in his lap he bends over and starts kissing her toes from right to left, one by one. The sensation of his velvety lips is so intense that she can’t hold back a deep moan.

07. part two

Leaving hot, moist traces around her ankle he makes it up around her knee, then follows the inside of her thigh. Releasing her leg he takes care of the other one the same way, pampering her with numerous, feather-light kisses. Once again he stops shortly before reaching her dainty, black lace knickers. The tension that kept building up inside her becomes nearly unbearable.

“Oh, god! David!” “Shush, we have no names yet. I don’t know you – you don’t know me.” His left index finger slips under the hem of the delicate fabric. “Well…I’m working at it.” The naughty little smirk on his face, paired with the fire rising in his now dark eyes lets her shiver with want. I’m not the one succumbing! No way he takes over like that! Before she can voice her thoughts he lets go and remains cowering at her feet.

“Tell me, what you want, Mistress…what you need…and it’s done.”
Hell, he obviously bloody knows well what I yearn for! Do I know myself at all? His slender fingers start drawing patterns on her skin. “I want to hear it, I want you say it.”

Abruptly she jumps up. “I can’t do this!” She swallows hard. “Not with you.”

He holds her back, dragging her into a tight embrace. “You can’t run forever. Don’t go.” Gently he pulls her with him onto the mattress, not releasing her from his strong arms. His closeness takes her breath away. She can’t think straight any more, she’s afraid.
“Devotion is not a one-sided affair. Most people mistake it for submission.” He lifts her chin, searching for her eyes. “You and I deserve more and better than that.” “Then…what are you doing in a place like this? You should have everything you need.” “I could ask you exactly the same. How the fuck did you end up here?” “This…this is getting too private for me. No names, no feelings, no responsibilities. That’s the policy. And now look at me…I haven’t expected this to happen…not like this.” Another moment of tensed silence.

“Tell me what you need…and I’ll do it.” The deep, soft timbre of his voice melts her resistance.
“Make me come. Gosh, please make me come hard!” “OK.” His answer is just an electrifying whisper. “Come on, get up.” He slides from the bed and kneels down on the dark, purple carpet. “Put one of your feet onto my shoulder.” With a swift move he gets rid of her panty and stabilizes her right foot in a suitable position. Standing on one leg her vulnerable parts are just over his face. Meeting her slick folds with the tip of his tongue she slightly flinches and groans. Digging his fingers deeper into the flesh of her hips he uses all his experience to drive her mad. Circling around her buzzing nub, diving into her wet channel, sucking in the soft, fragrant skin. Her aroma ensnarls his senses and he gets more and more intense in his ministrations. The moment he senses her contractions he nearly bites her flesh, holding her in place, enjoying the violent spasms that shake her whole body. Her moans and cries do not sound human any longer. Basking in the afterglow he finally releases her foot and places it back next to her other, caressing along her leg for a last time. Feeling the weakness in her knees she lets herself drop onto the foot of the mattress and tries to catch her breath. He just reaches for his leather jeans and shirt and disappears into the en-suite bathroom. A few moments later – she still is dizzy from her climax – he returns fully dressed, the straps of the harness dangling over his shoulder like a trophy. Picking up the grey bag he checks her again and then silently leaves the room.

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