1. Bound


    Date: 11/23/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: mulls1000, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    A hotel name, a suite number, the key card at reception. The instructions were simple yet so clear. The innocuous vibration of your cell as the message arrives, your eyes only just falling upon the illuminated name that flashes up. Yet the merest of glances enough to stop in your tracks in an instance. An audible gasp and the instant flutter of butterflies in the pit of your stomach as your mind spirals off in a million directions, a heady mix of intrigue and surprise that consumes you every thought. A short while later, your excuses given, you saunter through the hotel lobby. The elevator doors ping shut behind you swiftly catapulting you towards the far reaches of heaven. A fresh application of lip gloss. The pout and ruffle of your hair, mascara eyes falling upon the reflection of the mirrored elevator glass. Heart racing and shallow breaths, a million questions flood your mind. Your body tingles as you look to control your breathing, your eyes falling upon your little black dress that clings to your hourglass frame, drawing the eye to your wonderful curves. The plunging hemline left little to the imagination whilst the hem was barely short enough to cover the intricate lace design of your black stocking tops. You always enjoyed dressing for him, pleasing him, knowing it was all part of the game. The silence broken as the elevator slows with a whir, the ping of the doors opening as you reach your destination. The click of the key card. The light flashing green as you push ...
    on the door handle and slip into the dimly lit darkness with baited breath. Curtains partially drawn, fractured light spilling into the boutique room, a domineering bed taking centre stage alongside dark wood furniture and ruby red furnishings. The drum of his fingers upon the leather bound chair grabs your attention, a delicious curl of your glossed lips as you lay eyes upon him. His eyes find yours, all consuming within seconds, a deep intensity that makes you blush. You look away coyly as though a naughty schoolgirl standing before the headmaster only to slowly return your gaze from beneath your lashes, feeling him devouring you with his eyes. The burning flames of desire smoulder within him, so much so that you could already feel the simmering tension despite the silence. His gravelly voice echoes as he tells you to remove your dress. Confident and assured you find yourself under his spell, obliging his desires. His eyes intently watch your every move, your dress soon a crumpled heap upon the floor. You can hear his content as you stand before him in your heels, black stockings and panties. An approving curl of your lips knowing you had dressed for him. Rising from his seat you watch him yet he says nothing, all the while his eyes feasting on you, his gaze so intense it was though he was fucking you with his eyes. He circles, before coming to halt behind you. You feel the warmth of his breath upon your shoulder, your eyes closing for the merest of seconds. The thought of ...
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