I planned everything perfectly. Nothing was left to chance. It took me weeks to figure everything out, but I did it. I found out where he was going to be. I booked the room. I made sure I got the assignment that would put me near him. My plan was almost complete. The ideal seduction. I made sure that even if we never saw each other again, he will never forget me. The memory of what I have intended for him will be burned into his brain. I quickly checked my hotel room so that everything was in place then I picked up my purse and left.
Just before I left the hotel, I checked myself in the mirror of the lobby. “Perfect” I thought and smiled. An ideal disguise: a prim and proper businesswoman. He would never suspect. For a moment, I sighed and looked down at myself, wondering why I always had to put up a pretense to seduce a man. I let out another breath and shook the thoughts out of my mind. This was going to be completely perfect. Making sure one last time that everything was in place, I walked out.
The office building was like any other. Tall, cold and formal. I hated this place. Everything about it. Irritated, I took the elevator up to the fifteenth floor where my meeting was going to take place. I stepped into the air-conditioned boardroom and sat myself at the long table.
There he was. Sitting opposite me two chairs down was the Greek God himself. He looked at me and smiled, which I returned it, timidly. I was keeping my disguise intact. He glanced at me a few times curiously and all I did was look down and forced a blush. This meeting was going to take forever. And it did. It was for publicity for the hotel he and his friends were investing in. That windbag of a chairman went over the same numbers five times before he was satisfied. One would think he didn’t trust me, a woman, to do my job right. Men. Always and forever oblivious to what the female sex can accomplish. I suppose that is why I love to lure them into my web, although it does get boring. Yes, meaningless sex can get boring without any real emotion behind it. Although, I knew that, with this man it was going to be different. Anyway, I glanced up a few times to nod at whatever that bloated, pompous, overbearing, sexist pig had to say, but I wasn’t really listening. I was sketching out my plans in my mind. Finally, it was over. I lingered at the door, pretending to be looking for something in my briefcase. He walked up to me and smiled.
“Hello. My name is Kevin Richardson. I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure.”
“Oh, but you will.” I muttered.
“What’s that?” he didn’t quite hear me.
“I mean my name is Carmen.” I suddenly felt the need to straighten a nonexistent wrinkle in my gray suit.
“Oh. Pleased to meet you. These meetings are so boring, huh?”
“Unbearable. My boss can be such a...never mind. I shouldn’t say anything.”
“Are you always like this?” he grinned sexily.
“Like what?” I feigned confusion.
“So shy and meek.” He replied.
“I don’t know. What’s wrong with that anyway?” I looked at him in what appeared to be a curious manner.
“Nothing at all. It’s actually intriguing.” He grinned at me again. Goddamn that gorgeous smile of his.
“Intriguing? Me? I don’t know how I could possibly be intriguing.” I lowered my eyelashes and blushed. This time it wasn’t really faked.
“Don’t say that. You are very intriguing. And you are quite lovely. Listen, usually I’m not so forward but would you like to have dinner with me? And please look at me, your eyes are too beautiful to be covered. Too blue.” He caressed my cheek as he lifted my face. The heat from his hand coursed through my body. I bit my lips, making them redder.
“I’d love that.” My plan was working. Suddenly, my boss called out to Kevin to look over some more plans.
“Duty calls. How about I pick you up at six?” he smiled.
“Wonderful. I’ll see you then.” I said, acting timid.
I gave him the address to my hotel and, to keep up my façade, I walked out without looking at anyone. I could feel his eyes on me as I left. This was going perfectly. In my suite, I dressed for dinner. I looked for something that would be sexy and yet retain my modesty. Finally, after discarding several garments, I chose a long black dress. It covered everything, even had long sleeves and the skirt reached my ankles, but hugged all the right places. I wasn’t going to let him see anything but that doesn’t mean he can’t imagine it. I put my hair up with chopsticks and was ready to go. At six sharp, he was at my door. I almost took him right there when I saw him. He was wearing a pair of black pants that, upon closer inspection, hugged his ass perfectly. He also wore a shirt that accented his sculpted muscles. It took every ounce of will power I had not to take him to my bed. Yet, I controlled myself and maintained my bashful demeanor. He seemed quite taken with my appearance as well. I grinned to myself.
“Ready to go?” Kevin looked at her expectantly.
“Yes. Help me with my coat?” I smiled as I let him in.
“Of course.” He said, being the gracious man that he is.
As he slipped my coat over my shoulders, I brushed against his chest rather suggestively but pretended not to notice. This was my favorite part of the plan. He searched my face to see if I had meant to do that on purpose but he saw no signs of it. I really should become an actress. We arrived at the restaurant and he was the perfect gentleman and pulled out my seat for me. Our conversation was easy and light. I made sure I came off as the timid little mouse that I was so good at. I could see Kevin searching me for some answer of who I really was. I could tell what he was thinking. What any man thinks. He was attracted to me and wanted me but didn’t know how I’d react. He was afraid to scare me off or disgust me. He was in for the surprise of his life.
We made it back to my hotel room and he walked me to the door.
“This has been a lovely evening.” I said. My eyes were still on the floor.
“It has. It was a pleasure dining with you.” He lifted my chin up. “And please look at me. I love your eyes.”
“Thank you. Would you like to come in for drink?” I quickly gave him a suggestive look before returning to my innocent gaze. I could see that caught him off guard and what startled him even more was that I showed no signs of ever doing that.
“Sure.” He smiled with a bit of unease. Good. I want him to be uneasy.
I opened my door and let him in. My room was luxurious. It had all the comforts one could need. I offered him a seat as I went to get some champagne from the kitchen. I lit a fire in the fireplace and lowered all the lights. Before I came back in, I peeked at him. He was looking around nervously. This is good. I want him to feel that way. It only makes the surprise sweeter. I slowly saunter in and put the glasses and the bottle down on the table. I took a seat next to him.
“Kevin, if you don’t mind my saying this, you seemed a little caught off guard when I asked you in.” I smiled sweetly at him.
“Well, that is because you did. I never expected you to.” Kevin looked down.
“What is so shocking about it? You are very attractive. You ignite passion in anyone that looks at you.” I looked at him intently.
“Do I ignite that in you?” He stared into my eyes and I knew I had won him.
“I would not ask you in if you didn’t. You see, this was more than just a nightcap. I don’t know how to explain this. I had plans for you.” I smiled provocatively.
“What kind of plans?” He shifted closer.
“Not so fast, sweetie. If you want to play, we’re going to do this my way.” I pushed him back a little.
“I can’t believe you’re acting this way.” His face registered slight surprise.
“Well, believe it. A person can change in the privacy of one’s chambers.”
“Yes, that’s true, but…”
“But? But what? I know that you wanted me from the way you have looked at me. I’m giving you a chance. A chance to have the most intense pleasures any man could ask for. However, I will not do a thing unless we do this my way.” Authority was strong in my voice.
“Ok, that’s fine. What do I do?” He lowered his head, suggesting submission. Good. This was turning out perfectly.
“Sit down. Keep your head bowed and if you so much as glance at me or anything else you will be punished. Do you understand?” My voice was stern and slightly cold. He was taken aback, but played along.
“Is punishment good or bad?” He smirked.
“Disobedient, aren’t we?” I smiled sweetly then, without warning, I slapped him. He looked up, shocked. “Lower you head, slave, or I’ll lower it for you. You do not speak unless I give you permission. Only when I ask you a question will you answer me with a ‘Yes, mistress’ or ‘No, mistress.’ Do you understand?” I ran my fingers through his soft hair as he turned his eyes to the ground once again.
“Yes.” Was his response.
“Yes, what?” I tightened my grip on his hair.
“Yes, mistress.” He replied through gritted teeth.
“Good slave. You learn quickly. I am going to go change. You are to sit here quietly and you are not to look up. Understood?” I released his hair.
“Yes, mistress.” He said, relieved at my letting go.
Satisfied with myself, I sat him down and went into the bedroom to change. I took off my dress and put it neatly in my closet. The leather bustier I wore underneath clung tightly to my skin with sweat. I didn’t know how long I would be able to hold out. I let my hair fall to my waist as I ran my fingers through it, trying to get a grip. I looked in the mirror, happy with my appearance. I picked up my trusty cat o’ nine tails whip and made my way back to my beautiful slave. He was right where I left him, he hadn’t moved an inch. I grinned, content with his obedience. I moved behind him and ran my fingers along his shoulders, whispering in his ear, my hot breath making him shiver.
“You are a very good slave. My slave. Because you have been so good, I am going to give you permission to look at me.” I lifted his chin. He stared at me with unbridled lust. I almost quivered, but I suppressed it. I was not about to let him see my weakness. “Stand up, slave. Take off your clothes. Slowly.” He got up and I took his spot on the chair. Gave me a slow grin as he began to gradually open each button of his shirt. I groaned inwardly as he exposed each chiseled muscle to me. It took all my strength not to stand up and run my fingers along his smooth, hard torso. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he threw the dark material to the ground and went to his belt. I remained calm, the whirling thoughts in my mind concealed well. He searched my face as he removed his pants, his throbbing manhood straining against the fabric of his boxers. I offered him no satisfaction at what his actions were to doing to my body. Or my mind. His hands went to his boxers, but I stood and stopped him before he could pull them down.
“That’s enough, slave. Sit down.” I ordered him and pushed him down on the chair to emphasize my command.
“Permission to ask a question, mistress?” Kevin looked down meekly.
“Granted.” I looked at him, patiently.
“I was just wondering, what are you going to have me do tonight?” He stared at her curiously.
“Oh, my dear slave, that is a surprise. Let me just say that, if you don’t disobey me, you won’t be punished.” I smirked.
“What exactly is punishment?” He grinned.
“Did I say you could ask me something else?” I grabbed his hair again.
“No, mistress.” He muttered.
“No, you didn’t. Just be lucky I’m in a good mood tonight. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so intact.” I grinned and let go. “Now, I see you have a little problem,” I pointed to the bulge in his boxers. “I want to see you pleasure yourself.” I plopped down on the nearest chair and waited. He looked absolutely horrified.
“I—I—“ he stuttered.
“I didn’t say you could speak. Is there a problem?” I looked at him inquisitively.
“Yes, mistress.” He bowed his head.
“Well, what is it? Out with it.” My patience was wearing thin.
“I’ve never done this in front of someone,” he whispered.
“Let me guess, you’re self conscious. Oh, darling slave, you have no reason to be. You are beautiful. However, if you’re too scared, you can just leave. I do not want to make anyone do anything they don’t want to. Now go. Go.” I waved him away carelessly.
“No! I mean, no, I can do it.” He gulped and began to massage himself. I smiled to myself at the way he was reacting me. The big, strong Kevin Richardson at my feet, doing whatever I ask because he’s afraid of being sent away. I always knew there was a submissive in him ready to some out.
I watched him as his hips rocked back and forth, his mouth slack and moans emanating from him. It was taking every bit of my iron will not to stop him, throw him on the floor, and impale myself on him. By the way he was beginning to move faster, I knew he was close. Quietly, I stopped him. He groaned and looked up.
“I only said to pleasure yourself. I never said that you were allowed to come.” I smirked.
“But—” He began, but I silenced him with a slap.
“I did not give you permission to speak. I thought you had learned to be obedient, but now I guess I have no choice but to punish you.” I took out a pair of handcuffs that I kept in a nearby drawer and strapped him to the chair. He struggled to break them, but those are pure steel. “I’m sorry to have to do this, but if you can’t handle the freedom of having your hands free, then I can’t let you get unruly. If you’re good then maybe I’ll let you go.” I smiled again. I sat on his lap, grinding against him. He moaned loudly and raised his hips, straining against the cuffs. I pushed him down. “Now, now. All in due time. Now, tell me, slave, what do you want right now. I want you to tell me.”
“I want you to give me release.” He managed to say.
“Really? How do you want me to do that?” I stared into his eyes.
“Do you really want to know?” I ignored the edge of defiance in his voice. It turned me on, actually.
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.” I said calmly, which shocked him. Hmm, naughty boy likes punishment. I should remember that.
“I want you to take that tongue of yours and run it up and down my length until I scream out and shoot into your throat.” His voice lowered until it was a dangerous whisper. I suppressed another moan and fought to keep cool.
“Now, why should I do that for you? You defied me, slave, and I don’t like that.” My hand was now carelessly over his crotch which made his breathing harder. Not to mention other things.
“I can redeem myself.” He struggled to keep from responding to my touch.
“What can you possibly do that will cause redemption?” I was now very interested. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head.
“I could stick my tongue in you and make you come so hard your head will spin.” He smiled devilishly.
“Oh, dear slave, what makes you think you have the power to do that to me?” My voice was mocking, but inside I was burning up with desire for this man, nearly naked and speaking to me this way.
“I know I can do it because I know that I’m doing it right now, just talking. I can see in your eyes that you are fighting with yourself about letting me go so I can satisfy you in a way no man can.” His voice dropped down again to that dangerous undertone. I let out an involuntary shudder, which made him grin with triumph.
“You are so sure of yourself, aren’t you? I should punish you for all that you’ve said to me.” Although I said it, he and I both knew that I didn’t mean it.
“If you wanted to punish me, you could have done so any time. I think you want to be fucked instead of fuck. I think, for once, that you want someone like me to pin you to the bed and ride you until you scream my name and stars appear before your eyes. You play this game for dominance, but why is that? Are you afraid of being the one who is dominated? Then again, maybe you don’t want to do that and all you’re interested in is playing this dominatrix game, which is fun too, but I can do so much more if you share some of that power. So, what do you say? Either way it’ll still be the best fuck of our lives.” His voice grew huskier with each syllable. I stared at him, contemplating the action to take. It’s true, I’ve never let someone take control and I have always wondered at what it would feel like. I suppose that’s what drew Kevin to me, that ruling attitude that showed everyone that he was the leader, the ruler. We could teach each other many things.
“Fine. I will relinquish control and let you take over.” I simply replied as I stood again. He stared at me, shock evident in his face.
“You—you will?” He stuttered.
“Yes. That’s what you want, isn’t it? I could just keep you here and torture you, but I think I’ll let you go anyway.” I undid the handcuffs and, with a sigh of relief, he rubbed his wrists. I went and leaned against the wall. “Well? I’m waiting, dear slave.” I grinned.
Kevin looked up, the animalistic lust darkening the already deep green of his eyes. Before I knew what was happening, he had me up against a wall. His lips crashed down on mine in a bruising kiss. I moaned and responded, partly out of fear, partly out of passion. I don’t think I have ever before been afraid of a man as I have been with this one. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom throwing me down on the soft pillows. I got more turned on by his rough behavior. He positioned himself over me, now completely naked, his boxers discarded and quickly thrown. He ground into me hard and fast, eliciting moan after moan from me. I no longer had to hide behind an icy or innocent exterior. I was free to be myself in my most pure form, in my most intimate state. He didn’t know it, but he broke down the barriers, or possibly he did know. All I knew was that at that very moment, with his nude, firm body over me, I was his and his alone. Kevin unfastened the lacings of my bustier, throwing aside where I could only imagine where his boxers were. I felt vulnerable under his gaze, but he blew out a breath and stared up and down, hungrily. He pushed my legs apart and poised himself at the entrance. I managed to reach over to my nightstand and take out a condom, which I put on him. Surprisingly, he entered me slowly, gently, savoring every sensation. I squirmed under him, wanting to move closer, but he held me still. I felt like my mind was going to explode if he didn’t speed up. I whimpered loudly, which I regretted immediately.
“What do you want, mistress?” He sneered when he said the last word.
“You know what I want, do it.” I growled, which made him chuckle.
“I don’t know actually. You’ll have to tell me.” He teased.
“I want that cock of yours to move faster until I come!” I shouted forcefully.
“Your wish is my command.” He grinned.
“Oh cut the bullshit and do it.” My patience was wearing thin.
He ground in and out of me faster, harder. The exquisite pleasure-pain filled me and all I could do was cry out his name. Suddenly wave after wave of orgasm washed over me and I yelled one last time before collapsing. He came a second later, my name on his lips and he, too, collapsed next to me. We lay there, panting clinging to each other.
“That was incredible.” He breathed.
“Oh my God. It was more than that. Way more.” I gasped.
“So, what now?” Kevin looked at me.
“You’re up for round two already?” I laughed.
“Not that. Well, actually, yeah, I am up, but what I meant was…”
“What happens later? How should I know? I guess we go back to our own lives.” I shrugged.
“What if I don’t want that?” He kept staring at me.
“You seriously don’t think that just because we fucked that we’re a couple, do you?” I laughed at the absurdity of the thought.
“Well, no, but I would like to see you again. Is that even possible?”
“You’re serious, aren’t you? I suppose it is a possibility.”
“Good, because I don’t know how I would be able to control myself at one of those meetings.” He smiled.
“Same here.” I pulled him to me and pressed my lips against his.
The next morning he got dressed and left, but not before left him a little reminder of our night of passion. He told me later on that his fellow band mates wouldn’t stop asking him where the lipstick stains on his collar or the scratch marks on his back came from. He wouldn’t tell him though. That was something that he shared with only me. Now, they incessantly badger him every week when the wounds come back fresh, as do the stains. He said he would tell them when he was ready. I told him it was ok to tell them, but he was reluctant to share me. That is, until I told him about this little fantasy I’ve been having, but that’s another story.
