She offered her hand to him, and he looked at her, confused. With a piercing gaze and a teasing smile, she was able to make him understand that she wanted him to hold her hand, to go somewhere together. He held her hand for the first time, noticing the contrast in sizes and finding it amusing that a woman with such a small hand, easily enveloped by his, could want to dominate him and, with her mere presence, truly be capable of doing so.
Kath enjoyed the firmness with which he held her hand, but she decided not to dwell on the feeling of security and comfort that their intertwined fingers brought her. Instead, she focused on the seductive game she was about to involve him in. She walked over to a bookshelf in the somber room, placed her small hand behind a porcelain sculpture, and pressed a button that made the bookshelf move and a door appear.
Behind that door, in stark contrast to the discretion of the previous two rooms Harry had been in, was a bedroom that resembled a motel room, with a round bed, many mirrors, and even a dancing pole, something Harry had only seen before on television or in adult films. While he observed every detail around him and tried to imagine what would happen between them there, she added to the sensuality by turning on the music and dimming the lights.
"I want you to take off your shoes and socks, that awful vest, and your glasses... and wait for me on the bed. I'll be back in two minutes," she commanded, without even bothering to look in his direction, and disappeared into another room that existed behind the small stage where the dance pole stood.
Although he was concerned about how poorly he could see without his glasses, he followed every instruction without question. Shortly after sitting on the bed, he saw her return, still dressed in her business attire, but with her hair, previously neatly tied up in a bun, now loose and cascading in waves over her shoulders and back.
She climbed onto the bed and, even with her knee-length skirt, sensually crawled towards him, kneeling between his legs. She caressed his arms, from his shoulders to his hands, pushing them back, and then tied his wrists together behind his back with a silk scarf.
"I th-thought that..."
"That I wanted your hands on my body... and I do. But not now," she assured him. "And Harry? I know very well that you have enough strength and skill to free yourself... but if I were you, I wouldn't do that," she said, threateningly."And why not?" he questioned, without even stuttering, as if the more threatening she seemed, the more he felt a mixture of desire to obey her and a surprising ability to defy her.
"Because if you are obedient, you will be greatly rewarded... but if you are disobedient... you will be punished," she said, as if it were obvious.
Then, she took out another scarf she had brought with her when she returned to the room and blindfolded him.
He became a bit frustrated because one of the things he had fantasized about since he had met Kath was to see the body she hid beneath her serious work clothes. Of course, she wasn't like him, as everyone always said he dressed like a grandpa or a religious fanatic, with his shirts buttoned at the cuff and collar, wool vests, sweaters, and linen pants. Her clothes were modern, stylish, and well-chosen. However, they were still work attire, discreet and sober, not revealing anything of what he longed to see.
Nevertheless, there was a part of him that yearned to experience what it would be like not to see, not to touch, to be completely at the mercy of someone, to have his body used like a toy, an instrument of pleasure.
"From now on, you stay silent," she asserted. "I only want to hear the music and my own voice. Remember that I will punish you mercilessly if you disobey me."
He nodded to show that he understood perfectly well and felt her slowly unbuttoning his shirt, then his belt, pants button, and zipper. He felt his pants sliding down his legs and being removed entirely. But after that, he was left for some time without feeling or hearing anything that could indicate what she was doing until she straddled his lap, most likely wearing only her underwear.
He was certain of this because there was no skirt brushing against his thighs, and while she kissed his ear, jaw, neck, and shoulders and dug her nails into his hair, he could feel her nipples brushing against his skin a few times. A little more time, and she was even more pressed against him, creating friction between their bodies, breathing heavily, and moaning softly in his ear.
Her skin was warm and soft, and he had the urge to remove the blindfolds to touch every part of her, hold her tightly against him, kiss her until the air ran out, and press her into the bed, thrusting forcefully against her to find relief for his now painfully erect member.
At the same time, there was some force that prevented him, a force that wanted to let her be in control. It wasn't a fear of punishment because he couldn't see any punishment that a woman her size could subject a guy like him to if he didn't willingly submit. In that moment, it was as if he existed to bring her pleasure in any way she desired, as if he were born to serve her, as if the very condition of being dominated was a source of greater pleasure than the touch, smell, or taste he so desired.
Harry was experiencing a whirlwind of sensations, which became even more confusing and intense when Kath spread wet kisses all over his chest and abdomen. Her hands slowly moved down his body and first reached his boxer shorts, with which her small fingers began to play."I knew you had good muscles under those boring clothes of yours," she said, delighted by the sight of his body, and then touched his sex, still covered by cotton underwear. "You're exactly EVERYTHING I imagined, Harry."She removed the only remaining piece, leaving him completely naked and only in his shirt, which hung from his shoulders. However, for now, the condom she had placed beside the bed remained untouched because the sight of his erect member had made her mouth water, and she needed to taste a bit of it before experiencing the sensation of having it inside her."God, Kath," the words came out of his mouth without him having time to think when she put his penis in her mouth, surprising him completely."Shhhh
"I'm sorry, sir," Brad Gilmore said shortly after hanging up his phone. "I shouldn't answer while I'm driving, but it was my ex-wife, and when she calls, I always get worried, thinking something might have happened to the kids.""Don't call me sir, Brad. You must be a little younger than me," Harry replied from the back seat of the car."It's a matter of respect, sir.""But you don't work for me, so I don't see the reason.""Well... thinking like that. Alright... Harry," Brad said with a friendly smile."Better that way," Windson replied. "So... children?""Yes, yes... My kids," the young man's excitement increased considerably. "Jake and Grace... I wanted Neytiri, but I lost that battle." He laughed and, looking in the rearview mirror, noticed his interlocutor's puzzled expression. "Avatar?""Hmm? The movie?""That's it! My all-time favorite movie! Neytiri is the name of the Na'vi girl who saves Jake... The guy who's using the avatar." He saw Harry nodding, following his train of tho
Not just any woman could go from the elegant, pastel-toned office attire she wore during the day to the extremely tight, very short, low-cut, and very, very red dress that barely covered her now, all in one day. Not just any woman would look fantastic with her hair neatly pulled into a discreet bun or with curls cascading over her nearly bare shoulders. And certainly, only Kath, among all the women he knew, had aroused his desire when almost everything was hidden, and could make him even more interested, even more desperate, and filled with primitive, animalistic thoughts as she revealed herself.Kath finished her drink and walked to the bar, leaving the glass on the counter but taking an ice cube from it and started to play with it as she headed towards Harry, her eyes fixed on him, clearly teasing him. Harry, not knowing where he found the courage for this, stared at her, placed his own glass on a corner table, and stood up as she approached, just a few inches away."You're..." He s
"Do you want me, Harry?" She asked in a playful tone."You..." He cleared his throat because the word almost didn't come out. "You have no idea!""What do you want to do with me, hmm?""Everything!" He answered without hesitation, sincere."Everything?" She chuckled. "Ambitious of you! I like that. But no, Harry! Not everything... not today. You have to choose one thing, just one thing to do with me. What will it be?""Um... touch you?" He asked, confused."Well, you can touch me, of course. If that's your choice. But, as you're new to this, let me explain it to you properly, handsome." He nodded, attentive. "It'll be one thing only, and I won't do anything, only you will. If you touch me and give me pleasure like that, it's perfect for me, but I won't touch you, and you won't be able to touch yourself while I'm here, and... Well, I imagine this might be a bit frustrating for you, so maybe it's good for you to choose something else since this time I'm giving you a choice, and it won't
Harry removed his glasses, placed them on the table, rubbed his eyes a few times, and stretched while yawning once again. Besides having to get up early to go from Kath's house to his own, change his clothes, and then head to the office, it wasn't entirely accurate to say he had slept little. In fact, he had only taken a few naps during the night, during which he dreamed of Kath, red clothing, silk scarves, intense gazes, moans, and bodies burning with pleasure.He was tired, sleepy, but above all, his difficulty in organizing and filling out the spreadsheets on his computer was due to his extreme confusion. Two weeks earlier, when he met the CEO of the company where he had started working less than a month ago, he would never have imagined that she was a woman with a different, secret sex life. She had seemed very serious and dedicated, and he would have bet that she was the conservative type in her relationships.Even less could he have imagined that he would be invited to participa
"I called you here because I'm having a really tough day... and I urgently need to relax. And while some people relax by working out at the gym... or getting a massage from a professional... I only truly relax when I have an orgasm. When I have a very intense orgasm, one of those that you can achieve on your own, but that deserves to be shared with someone, you know?" She smiled, mischievously. "What do you say, Harry? Can you help me... relax?" She finished by tracing a line with her nails between two of his shirt buttons."Of course, Miss Beauvoir," he corrected himself in time."Great!" She affirmed, pulling him down by his shirt until he knelt in front of her.Maintaining eye contact with him, Kath opened her legs slightly while slowly lifting her skirt, revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and relaxed, almost lying in her chair. He took a deep breath and instinctively licked his lips when he saw her exposed intimacy. Then he looked back at her face with a questioning
The car windows were all tinted, and now, separated from the driver by another tinted glass, Harry and Kath were isolated from the world."This part of the car has soundproofing too," the executive informed. "It wasn't added because of my fetishes, but for security and company information confidentiality. But... why not take advantage of it, right?" She looked at Harry suggestively and scratched one of his thighs with her nails.He made a motion to hug and kiss Kath, but she pulled away and shook her head, so he withdrew."You know, Harry? You've been perfect. Even though you've never been a sub, you've been doing everything just right... just the way I like it," she said, unfastening his belt. "You deserve to be rewarded, don't you think?" He just bit his lip and watched as she unbuttoned his pants. "Just relax, Harry. It's my turn to savor your pleasure... and I want it all for myself."He lifted his hips so she could pull down his pants along with his boxer briefs, and reclined on
"Harry, tell me something," she said in an authoritative tone. "What part don't you understand about behaving well so you don't have to be punished?""I... I understand, Miss Beauvoir.""Um... Do you understand?" she asked debauchedly. "I praised you so much, Harry. I rewarded you by giving you a moment to enjoy... Just to enjoy... And you repay me by being disobedient?""I... No..." he tried to answer, but he was confused."You really don't remember doing anything wrong, do you?" she saw him confirm with a nod. "I believe you, Harry... But I'm still going to have to punish you. It's a shame, my darling... But those are the rules," she said ironically."What are you going to do to me?" he asked, feeling his breath start to come in gasps, his heart racing. It wasn't fear, however, but an enormous anxiety about what was to come. She took him by the hand to the pole where she had danced for him the night before and leaned him against it, while she spoke again."You don't remember, but yo