For Her Pleasure - Chapter Four (Part One)

As always you can start the story on Chapter One.  
I expect this story to finish after chapter four or five, once it's complete I'll release the story again in one file.
Enjoy!

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As the elevator dinged on their floor, Vicki hooked a finger through Alex’s belt loop and led the way to their room. With a glance over her shoulder, she winked at him. She outstretched her other hand, grazing her fingertips against his knuckles. Their hands wrapped together. Fingers linked and intertwined for a moment before dropping.

Turning a corner, the low murmur of conversation caught her attention. Vicki rolled her shoulders back, standing even taller. She didn’t drop her hand from the belt loop, instead she curled her finger even tighter. Vicki marched past the two women. She couldn’t stop to gauge his reaction, she already knew. He’d be looking down, focusing on the carpet while a deep blush swept across his cheeks. He was her prey and her prize, they had nothing to be ashamed of.

Let them look.

Outside their door, Alex didn’t fumble with the keycard, he offered the card with an open palm. A quick swipe and they strode inside. The heavy door clicked shut, now they were alone and together. No prying eyes. No whispers behind a hand.

Vicki led Alex close to the bed, but she turned and leaned against the wall. Vicki’s fingers drifted from his belt loop up along his chest to his jaw. With a sigh, she drew her finger across his lips. Touching him, watching his every reaction gave her pleasure. Standing still, his eyes flared with arousal and desire. His breath was warm on her face.

“If you move your hands without permission,” Vicki glanced up, her eyes filled with mischief. She brushed her hands across his shoulders and lower, encircling his wrists and placing his open palms against the wall just above her shoulders. “I’ll stop touching you. Understood?”

Alex hissed out a sharp breath and swallowed. He watched her with a burning intensity. His owner set the pace. She knew what was best for him. He trusted her.

Vicki arched a brow. “Say it.”

“Yes,” he growled and corrected himself. “Yes, Miss.”

A slight smile played along her lips. She wanted him truly for her pleasure. In every way possible. A large part of her wanted to tear off all his clothes. She wanted him naked. Her skin felt hot. The tease was the pleasure. Vicki had him right where wanted him. Eager and denied.

“Who do you belong to?” The whisper tingled his senses.

“You.”

A pause. “What are you?”

“Yours,” he breathed. “Your toy.”

“This is mine,” Vicki said with a smile. Her exploring hands continued touching him. The crisp shirt a mere barrier between them. Warmth radiated from him. She pressed her nails down along his chest, she felt his body tremble under her touch. Every thump of his heart pulsed under her fingertips.

“Mine.”

Her hands swept up to his neck, Alex couldn’t suppress shivering. She loosened the slim tie around his neck, slipping the knotted silk over his head. Vicki wrapped the delicate fabric between her knuckles.

“I can do so much with a simple tie. A gag. A rope. A collar,” she whispered. In a quick motion, she snapped the tie taut between her hands. Alex flinched at the sharp sound, and grew still. He licked his lips and said nothing. Smart. He knew she was thinking out loud. Vicki unwound the tie between her hands and slipped the silk in a loose twist around her neck.

Without speaking, her fingertips drifted to his neck as she popped his first button. The quiet rustle thickened the air in the room. Vicki took her time freeing each button. Savoring every moment of baring every inch of him. It didn’t matter what he wanted, right now he was her toy and she was going to use him as she wanted. This slow undressing was her desire. All for her pleasure.

With a single finger she touched his bottom lip and traced a straight line down his chin, along his jaw, gliding across his bare chest. Vicki felt his thundering heartbeat under her fingertips. Strong. Pulsing. Dedicated. Watching his reactions made her want to torment and tease him even more. Every touch was a pleasure.

Vicki ran a sharp nail over a darkened sensitive nipple, lingering and circling the hard bud. A sharp gasp echoed through the room. He stop his reactions to her.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” she teased.

“Yes, Miss,” he hissed with a dry swallow.

Still playing with his nipple, Vicki lowered her warm mouth to his other nipple and moaned. He bucked at the sudden contact of scorching heat. Sensusal vibrations made him more sensitive and aroused for every touch and immense pleasure she gifted him. Alex’s body twitched as he steadied his open palms on the wall. Feeling his body and muscles tense and ripple under her hands. Under her control. Right now, she knew there was nothing between them at that moment. They both knew he would never refuse her.

Pulling back, Vicki admired her smudged lipstick circling a sensitive nipple. A bold red imprint.

Another mark of ownership.

She trailed the circle of his belly button. His eyes fluttered, a barely suppressed groan ripped from his lips. With the same finger, she lingered above his zipper. Mere inches away from his throbbing cock. All it would take was a breath, a whisper for her to trace the bulge in his pants. Instinct kicked in as Alex’s hips jerked and shuddered towards that single finger of pleasure.

Vicki clucked and pulled her hand away. “Shh… Use your words.”

Alex opened his mouth and shut it again. He needed more. He needed to tear off all his clothes to be able to breathe. He needed to feel Vicki moaning and grinding against his tongue and fingers. Instead, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t form sentences. All he uttered was a breathy, “Please.”

Without another word, she toed her heel between his ankles and nudged his legs apart. Her hands continued exploring him, flexing over his arms, roaming his shoulders and back. Almost like she was frisking him. Along his hips, she paused for a moment and looked up at him. Eyes locked on each other, Vicki grasped his ass with both hands and pulled him closer to her.

“Mine,” she said with a smirk and pressed a kiss to his neck. Taking one hand off the wall, she pulled the sleeve and slipped the shirt off his shoulder. She took her time undressing him at her own pace. Placing his hand back against the wall, Vicki repeated the ritual on the other side until the crisp shirt crumpled into an expensive, forgotten ball on the floor.

In a swift move, Vicki ducked under Alex’s outstretched arm. Sidling behind him, Vicki swept her hands across his back, feeling the letters she’d etched earlier and pressed herself against him. His muscles flinched at the unexpected and sudden contact.

Crushing her chest against the hardness of his back, her lips skimmed his shoulder. Vicki felt the desperate tension simmering through his body. The only tell-tale sign was a slight tremor holding himself back. She knew no matter what she did right now, he’d keep his hands on the wall. Vicki could do anything she wanted and Alex would remain in position. He needed her permission to move. She wasn’t going to give it easily. Alex would have to work for such a boon.

With one hand, her deft fingers popped open the metal button above his fly and pulled down his zipper. Another kiss to his back and Vicki darted under his arm and leaned against the wall. Her fabulous cocktail dress hugged every curve.

“Strip,” Vicki commanded, her hands trailing across his chest. “I want you in your underwear.”

Eyes locked on her, he kept his hands on the wall and kicked off his shoes. Next, he stood on the hem of his pants and shimmied from side to side working the fabric off his hips and down along his thighs until it pooled at his ankles. A few quiet swears later, he kicked the pile aside and stepped on his socks until he was stripped to only his underwear.

Vicki couldn’t suppress her laughter, tears formed in her eyes. “I thought you would,” her voice drifted off as she motioned with her hands on her hips.

“You didn’t give permission.”

“You’re right, I didn’t.” Smiling, Vicki pressed a kiss to his lips. “What an obedient boy you are.”

Alex couldn’t hide the warm blush on his cheeks.

Still caged within his arms, she turned away and drew her dress zipper down in a low growl. Alex watched every subtle movement, completely mesmerised. Instead of moving, his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

With a gentle tug, the dress slid down the curve of her hip. Moments later, Vicki slid off the dress leaving her only clad in black lace, heels and his loose tie around her neck.

For Her Pleasure Chapter Four Part 2!