Reaching forward she places one hand into the waistband of his trousers and tugs him forward. Left hand curled around the leather of his belt as she pulls him close to her, smiling up at him as he slowly allows her to lead him closer till his suit jacket brushes up against her, and his belt buckle presses into her stomach. He runs a hand through her hair, wrapping the long tresses in a fist as he leans down to place a kiss on the skin just below her ear, moving slowly along her jaw to her lips. Biting at her lower lip before licking the smiling fullness, tasting the sweetness of oranges as she slowly opens her mouth, rising up on tip toes and rubbing against him.
With her free hand she begins unbuttoning his shirt, sliding her hand along the revealed skin, his stomach twitching as she runs her nails along each inch of reveled skin, slowly counting down the buttons against his lips as he kisses her. Releasing her hair he reaches for her t-shirt, and laughing she lets go of his belt and slaps one of his hands. "I’m staying dressed and you’re not. Take your tie off!" she commands. Grinning down at her he slowly pulls his tie loose, running it through his hands, making a show out of the act before gently draping it around her neck, using each end to draw her in for another kiss as her fingers continue to undress him, faster now that both hands are free. "This tie suits you better anyway, especially when securing your wrists to the bed like last night" he murmurs in her ear. "That was last night" she replies, yanking his shirt from his waistband and slipping the last few buttons free.
Stepping back she admires his chest bracketed by the blue shirt, and taking his hands she places one on each of her breasts, and then turns her attention to the buttons at his wrists, while he begins to flick his thumbs over her nipples, the cloth of her t-shirt showing her arousal. Sliding both hands up his chest to his shoulders she pushes shirt and jacket down his arms, forcing his hands off her breasts as his arms become imprisoned at his sides.
Walking round him she sinks to her knees behind him, pulling the shirt and jacket off of him and throwing it behind her. With a low chuckle she leans forward and bites his arse through his trousers, giggling as he jumps. Leaning into his legs, sliding her hands round his left ankle she begins unlacing his shoe. Teasing him by running her nails up his ankle, scratching at his skin lightly once his shoe is loosened and she tugs it off, throwing it behind her, his sock soon following.
Sliding her hands up his trouser leg she begins to massage his calf muscle, needing at the hard muscle, hearing him sigh quietly and feel him relax into her touch.
Grinning she curls her fingers and scraps her nails downwards, feeling his skin catch against her. "You little hell cat" he says, on an indrawn breath "claws are out tonight I take it?" Moving to his other leg, fingers swiftly unlacing the remaining shoe she peeks up at him, face pressed into his leg, one eye hidden by hair. "Aren’t they always?" she replies. He strokes one hand through her hair, and lifts his foot as she pulls the shoe and sock off, both landing somewhere behind them. For a moment they stay like that, her kneeling, pressed against him, his hand gently combing through her hair, happy to wait and see where this was leading.
Moving round to the front of him, still kneeling she unbuckles his belt, rubbing her cheek against his erection, feeling the heat of his cock through the material separating them, before swiftly undoing the button and sliding down the zip, lightly tugging the trousers so that they fall and pool around his naked feet.
"Step out of them please" say says, looking up at him. "Yes Mistress" he teases, taking a step backwards, left in only his boxers, which hide little of his arousal. With a hand at the center of his back she urges him forward, till he stands in front of a chair. The red leather, gleams in the light and using her hand on the back of his neck she pushes him down, forcing him to kneel in front of the seat, chest and shoulders resting against the leather.
Walking to the side of the chair she leans in and kisses his smiling mouth, sliding her tongue in and kissing him deeply, forcing his head back and bruising his lips. From her back pocket she pulls a carefully folded mask, the thin material warm from the heat of her body. Pulling back from the kiss she unfolds it, smoothing the black mask out on the red leather, and leaning over draws her tongue wetly down his back to his tied hands, then with a light slap on his arse and a smile she puts the mask over his head, the black material clinging to his face, covering his features.
Reaching under the chair she pulls out a wooden paddle, and a short black flogger, the lashes made of soft leather and some rope, and quickly secures his hands to the feet of the chair, his body leaning into the leather, and sliding thee tie from her throat binds his ankles together, running teasing nails up his legs to press into his balls through the boxers, before pulling them down, leaving the material bunched around his thighs, hearing his breath speed up, and whisper against his mask she slaps hard against the back of his thighs with the paddle, watching the skin flush.
Talking softly she tells him what she is doing as she slowly strips out of her clothes, running her hands over herself as she drops each piece of clothing, fingers rolling her hardened nipples, holding the weight of her breasts in each hand. “Flick them” he says, voice muffled through the mask “make them hard and tight.”
Leaning over she presses them against the material of the mask, its damp from his hot breathing and he scrapes his teeth along one nipple the mask blunting but not stopping the pressure. Laughing breathlessly she steps back, pulling off the last of her clothes, and hand slides between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit, her pussy lips feel swollen and hot against her hand.
Climbing over him she settles into the chair in front of him, hooking her knees over his shoulders, feet pressing into his back, fingers of one hand making herself wetter, while the other hand pushes his masked head into her pussy, feeling him rub the material over her, the pressure of his tongue through it, rubbing her, flicking against her finger tips and the hot sensitive nub they played with.
Settling back in the chair she watches the black clad head bob up and down, feels his nose dig in, making her gasp, her thighs and his mask becoming wet, her swollen pussy responding to every movement he makes, both of her hands now clenching around his head, digging in.
They started off quiet, but as time passes, they grow louder, whimpering and moaning issue from her, his breath rasps against the wet fabric and he growls in pride as he hears her cries get higher in pitch, feet drumming against his back, while she arches against the chair. “harder, harder” she gasps, breath catching in her throat as she cums against him, eyes shutting while the pleasure rip's through her, one hand slapping his face back and away from her, both their breathing loud and heavy.
