For Her Pleasure - Chapter Two

The luxurious suite was airy and bright with a view of the lake. Shiny magazines artfully tossed on a low coffee table. A plump chaise longue lingered in the corner.

Perfect places to tie someone down.

Vicki shook her head. Her mouth was dry. Bondage and ropes wasn’t part of her plans tonight. At least, not this time. Tonight was about exploration, curiosity but most of all…pleasure. A frisson of anticipation shivered through her.

Alex spared no expense in tonight’s delicious indulgence. If she took her shoes off, she knew her toes would sink into the lush creamy carpet. The enormous queen-size bed dominated the room. Feather pillows and soft expensive sheets. You could easily fit four, no five, people on the bed. Of course, they wouldn’t be sleeping…

In a few short hours, she’d be lost in the throes of mindless bliss with James, Alex’s best friend. All while Alex watched.

All because it was what she wanted.

Lost in thought, Vicki bumped her hip against a catering cart.

A dozen red roses, champagne on ice and a bowl of luscious strawberries dipped in chocolate. Vicki snagged the card and flipped it open. “For your pleasure, A.”

Vicki reached out and caressed the delicate petals. “You’re trying very hard to impress.”

“Maybe.” Vicki heard the smile in Alex’s voice. Teasing. Sweet.

Vicki bit her lip and withdrew into herself. She turned away from the expensive display, trying to  ignore a thread of anxiety.

“Colour?” he asked.

“Green,” she answered without hesitation. She faced Alex. Desire shimmered in her eyes. “I want this.”

Taking her hand, Alex sat on the bed and patted the space beside him. “You’re holding your breath.”

“I’m just not used to,” Vicki perched bedside him and waved at the room service cart. “All this.”

“Not used to being desired? Being wanted?” He shot her a grin. “I must be slipping up.”

With a roll of her eyes, she shook her head, “You know that’s not what I’m talking about. I mean…”

Searching for her words and failing, she covered her face with her hands and peered at Alex between her fingers. “I’m over-thinking again.”

“You’re thinking just the right amount.” Easing up from the bed, he popped the champagne and poured a single glass. “Grand gestures make you feel awkward.”

“Yes,” Vicki closed her eyes for a moment and nodded. “I don’t like the attention. The focus.”

“That’s cute.” A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You know the only way to get over that awkwardness?”

Vicki tilted her chin up at him, a question in her eyes.

“More grand gestures.” With a flourish, Alex dropped to his knees holding up glass of champagne. With a grin, he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll start your bath.”

Less than ten minutes later, Vicki was lying down on the bed with her eyes closed. She’d demolished half the strawberries. Her second glass of champagne was a pleasant fizz in her mouth.

“I was wrong,” she sighed and stretched, arching her back and rolling her shoulders. “I could get used to this.”

Vicki arose from the bed and quietly padded to the bathroom. Steam and heat greeted her, flooding the small room. She peered around the doorway and watched Alex. Rolling back his sleeve, he dipped his fingers into the bubbles, “Lobster hot.”

“Mmm, lovely.” Faint blurred outlines floated along the full-length fogged mirror. She grabbed a small towel and wiped away the steam.

With a nod, Alex stepped back and turned towards the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Vicki asked, mischief playing on her face.

Alex paused as a slow grin spread across his face. “Nowhere.”

“Good.” Sitting on the edge of the bath, Vicki crossed her legs and leaned back. “Did I say you could leave?”

“No,” Alex shook his head.

“No, what?” Vicki raised a brow and watched Alex swallow before he answered.

“No, Miss.”

Vicki shot him a small smile of satisfaction. “Exactly.”

Still clutching the towel, she dropped it onto the cold tiles.

Expectant.

Waiting for him.

Alex blinked and sank to one knee on the soft cloth. Losing himself in her eyes, he held up a hand, palm open. Asking for permission to touch.

Vicki smiled and nodded. “What are you?”

“I’m a toy.” His strong hands cupped her knees and slid down to caress her calves. Alex used his fingers to melt away knots of tension. “I’m a toy,” he repeated. “I’m a toy for your pleasure.”

“A toy for my pleasure. Right now, that’s all you are. Being a toy is all you need to be.” Vicki curled her finger under his chin, tilting his head up. “Face the mirror. I want you naked.”

“Yes, Miss,” came the hoarse whisper. Pushing to his feet and turning away, he obeyed. Their eyes locked in the mirror, gazing at each other’s reflection. Without waiting for his response, Vicki cleared her throat and nodded her head.

With slow deliberate care, Alex snapped open his belt buckle and with a gentle tug, coiled the soft leather on the counter. Eyes glazed with desire, he kicked off his boots and socks. Quietly swearing, his fingers fumbled with the shirt buttons. He groaned at the obstacle and ripped the last two buttons on his shirt in frustration.

“What an eager toy you are,” Vicki purred behind him.

He paused. A shiver of pleasure rippled through him at her approval. He liked flaunting himself in front of her. A deep blush stained his cheeks. “Yes, Miss.”

Biting her lip, she parted her thighs. “Continue,” she murmured.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he yanked his pants and underwear off, stumbling out of the clothes. Keeping his back to her, his fingers curled into tight fists. Any thought of a teasing seduction was replaced by an overwhelming need to obey. His hard cock twitched in anticipation. It didn’t matter what he wanted, not now, not in this moment.

A thrill of excitement rippled through Vicki. Watching Alex strip was mouthwatering. She wanted to mark him with her mouth. Vicki bit her lip and saw the raw hunger shining in her reflection. She almost didn’t recognise herself.

Every time Alex looked at her was this sensual seductress who he saw? Brimming with vitality and wielding her power with ease?

Flashing him a teasing smile, Vicki traced a finger along her lips, trailing along her neck and collarbone. She pushed her sundress off a shoulder. Her fingers skimmed the bra strap, teasing the intimate tiny pink bows. Caressing the delicate lace. Sliding the strap off her shoulder, a soft sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Alex swallowed, his hands clenched into tight fists.

“Kneel,” she grinned, staring at his reflection. Despite the tension thrumming through his body, his gaze was unwavering. “Look at the floor.”

Alex blinked. Without a trace of hesitation, he looked down and sank to his knees.

“Good toy,” she murmured with appreciation. Teasing him was simply too much fun.

Alex obeyed. He always obeyed. She needed to work off the heat building inside her before her dinner and she knew exactly how to do it.

With a soft rustle of fabric, the bright sundress pooled on the floor.

Vicki heard the hitch in his breath.

Alex blinked. He tried and failed to show how unaffected he was by her commanding presence. Tension simmered throughout his body. The only tell-tale sign was his hands bunching into fists again and again. A little ritual to focus himself.

Watching him struggle was delicious.

They both knew he liked to playfully resist, at least for a little while, before he would eventually crumble. Feeling his submissive mind and space opening even wider. Giving himself up. Letting any lingering ego drop away. Slipping deeper into obedience. A beautiful place where all he craved was her pleasure.

Sliding off her bra, Vicki draped the warm lace over his shoulder. Her scent clinging to the soft delicate fabric. Watching him with a smile, another twitch surged through his cock. Yet, he remained with his eyes downcast and his body still.

Vicki drew a single finger down his back. Again and again, she trailed a finger along his skin, her nail biting him a little deeper each time. Small red welts streaked across his back. Marking him as hers.

“Miss,” he whimpered and closed his eyes, a groan bursting from his lips. “Miss, please…”

“Use your words, toy.” She’d etched hot lines of pleasure across his back. In bold letters, Vicki scraped the word ‘Mine’ along his flesh. “If you can.”

“I have no words,” he sighed and shivered. “Just please.”

“Good.” Vicki pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and gave a sultry laugh.

With a grin, she turned and stepped into the bath. The sudden heat felt like hot hands surging across her body, massaging her into pleasure. Soft sighs of bliss escaped her lips, as the foamy bubbles gently lapped and melted all the tension away.

Her gaze skittered to Alex. He remained with his back turned, kneeling and motionless on the floor. His hands clenched tightly around his knees. Watching him being so obedient and patient made her want to tease him more. Test him more. Absolute torment. Push all his buttons at the same time.

With a lick of her lips, Vicki knew exactly what she wanted to do. Her nipples were already hard peaks and with a flick of her wrist, a bolt of molten pleasure shot through her. A tease. A pinch. Another hit of sharp pleasure. Her fingers dipped beneath the bubbles, teasing her clit.

Vicki shivered and watched the muscles on his back twitch. The hot welts spelling “Mine” rippled along his warm skin. She could reach out and touch him if she wanted. Squirming in the water she couldn’t hold back her breathy gasp. Her body lifted and squirmed under her own fingers. She needed to stay constant and hot and aroused. It would be too easy to push herself over the edge.

“Miss,” he growled, unable to move. “Miss, please.”

A low pulse of pleasure shivered through her body. “Please what?”

“Please let me give you pleasure.”

Vicki bit her lip and moaned. “Stay right there.”

Every part of her was warm. Her body was a delicate instrument and Vicki knew best how to make herself sing. Knees open, she braced her legs along the sides of the bathtub. Water sloshed around her as she rocked against her fingers.

Her fingers slowed. Bringing herself to the edge and back again and again. Vicki wanted to heighten the pleasure. To rise and dive again and again.

The low crescendo of arousal snowballed into rippling levels of pleasure. Vicki’s free hand reached for Alex’s shoulder, she needed to have something to hold onto as she came. Short breathy gasps. Her body locked with tension, her fingers moved faster adding more pressure. The small climax wrung through her body rippling through her. While it wasn’t the most intense experience, it took the edge off. This brief interlude was only the start of her night of pleasure.

She whispered his name in bliss. It would be so easy to drift to sleep. Vicki dipped her head under the bubbles for a few moments. She leaned back on the bath. “Wash my hair.”

“As you wish.” Alex stood and turned to face her. Naked. Glorious. Unashamed of his desires. Her cheeks heated as she gazed at him. His hard aroused cock was wet with pre-come.

All because of her. She did this to him. No-one else could make him melt and obey. Alex was her toy. They both knew that so much pleasure and denial was ahead of them. A feminine thrill of possessive pride curled a smile along her lips. His willingness and obedience made her feel powerful. It was intoxicating.

Armed with a shampoo bottle, Alex sank to his knees in a fluid movement. With a smile he poured a generous dollop of shampoo between his palms. The luscious fruity papaya scent filled the bathroom.

Vicki leaned back and closed her eyes as Alex massaged the bubbly lather into her scalp. His fingertips started tracing slow circles along the top of her head. Slowly, he massaged the bubbles all the way to the nape of her neck. Every movement was careful and deliberate, as if he held finely spun glass in his hands. A gentle kiss, almost undetectable, behind her ear. Strong thumbs moved lower, releasing knots of tension along her neck. Another sweet kiss on her neck.

She new this game of his. Desire for her pleasure. Every touch was a delicious manipulation. Every kiss an arousing promise.

Vicki reached her arm back and patted his head. “Tease,” she muttered in a half-breathy moan.

“Shh,” he murmured. “I’m worshipping.”

“Oh? Is that right?” Vicki sighed in mindless bliss. “I’ll have to get you a licence for those thumbs. Weapons of mass distraction.”

A low chuckle rumbled behind her. Without stopping, he continued his sensual assault on her senses. Whatever magic he worked on her back and shoulders made her melt. She was boneless. Utterly content. Alex grabbed the shower hose and rinsed away all the bubbles. Leaning close, he repeated the same loving routine with the conditioner. Slow and worshipping circles melted all the tension from her body. He wasn’t in any rush, he took his time working the sensitive areas. Making every part of her warm and loose and relax under his touch.

“This is heaven.” Vicki stifled another moan of approval. Bubbles glistened on her skin. “I’ll ask for a massage next time I’m at the hair salon.”

Soft lips pressed into the tender spot between her neck and shoulder. Vicki tilted her head to the side and more warm kisses whispered against her skin. Raising her hand out of the water, Vicki skimmed her fingers along his arm. Lingering on his wrist, she felt his pulse.

Steady.

Strong.

Seducing.

His hands were so much bigger than hers. Everything about Alex was bigger. Who knew his blunt fingers and callused hands was capable of so much delicate pleasure? Her fingers curled around his palm, lacing their fingers together. After pressing a kiss to his knuckles, she guided their joined hands across her chest. Small bubbles skimmed the buds of her nipples. Hands resting above her breast. Sharing her heartbeat.

Vicki wanted more.

Of everything.

She wasn’t able to resist the urge to draw his hand lower across her damp body. Knowing what she wanted, he tightened his grip on her hand. Hitching his breath, the sensation tickled her ear. She froze their hands just above the water. Vicki twisted to face Alex. Their gazes locked on each other.

Raw hunger shone in his eyes. Only moments of breathing. Inevitable moments of pleasure. His cheeks were flushed. He needed this. They both did. Joined hands delved into the water.

Vicki leaned back and closed her eyes. His lips were insistent upon her neck. Enough to warm her up but not to leave a mark.

His fingers skimmed her core, moving to trace the crease of her upper thigh. Vicki squirmed in protest. So close and yet so far. Encircling his wrist, she guided him back to what she wanted. What she demanded.

“Alex,” she shuddered on a sigh. His other hand snaked along her back, dropping low to grip her hip. Keeping her steady. Expert fingers parted her lips and delved lower. Vicki arched under his touch. She gasped at the first wave of heat lapping across her body. His thumb circled her clit in slow lazy circles. Teasing her. She cried out and ground herself against his hand. She needed more. She couldn’t stop herself. She clung to his arm and dug her nails into his rippling strength. Hips bucking, her body rose and rocked to the unstoppable rhythm. Vicki thrashed in the water. Wanting to feel every single pleasure.

“More,” she whispered in a low gasp.

“As you wish.” His mouth warm on her neck, his fingers masterfully melted her body. He knew her most sensitive places. The best ways to touch her.

With a flick, sparks of pleasure rippled along her nerve endings. He was dedicated to reducing her to a mess of pleasure. Another flick, more pressure and faster now. His pace was unstoppable.

“I’m close.” Pulses of pleasure grew higher and higher, more intense with every masterful swirl of his fingers. With a gasp, immense sparks of bliss rocked Vicki. Eternal pulses of shivering pleasure locked her body with tension, she couldn’t stop her body shaking and twitching.

Until, a breath. A sigh.

She melted. Soft. Limp. Warm. She felt thoroughly worshipped and adored. With a satisfied smirk, she trembled and basked in the pleasurable afterglow.

“Beautiful,” Alex murmured and pressed a kiss to her cheek. He tucked a strand of hair behind her hair and withdrew his hand to draw idle circles along the bubbles on her thighs.

“Beautiful, what?” Vicki reached out and touched his cheek. She peered at him, staring at his body. His cock bobbed and twitched under her gaze. More glistening pre-come dripped from his cock.

A blush colored his cheeks under her scrutiny. “My beautiful Miss.”

“I never want to leave the bath again.” Vicki dipped her legs beneath the bubbles. “But I know we’ll have so much fun later.”

Alex pushed to his feet and reached out his hand to help her up. The same strong hand that made her shiver and come only minutes earlier.

Fetching a large fluffy towel, Alex patted her dry before palming a tub of moisturiser. Starting with her shoulders, he kneaded the cream in soothing circles across her back. His every move had purpose. Methodical. Focused.

Across her breasts, he paused for a few moments. Cupping them. Feeling their weight in his palms before teasing his thumbs across her sensitive nipples. Every nerve-ending in her body came alive under his touch. She sensed he held himself back. He was being obedient when everything within him demanded to lick and suck her nipples. Vicki bit back a moan and caught him licking his lips.

Something caught her eye. Along his arm, little crescents indented his skin. She’d left her mark on him. Again.

With a shake to clear his head, he stepped back and scooped more moisturiser onto her skin. Chest, arms, torso, hips, legs. Never lingering in one place too long. Holding himself back, he obeyed so well. After massaging moisturiser into every pore, he returned for a final pass along her elbows and knees. Bracing his hands her shoulders, his strong thumbs kneaded the back of her neck.

“I’ll never get downstairs if you keep that up,” Vicki murmured.

She shot a glance over her shoulder and caught his intense stare. She simply couldn’t help herself. Reaching for him, she gripped his chin and pulled his lips down to hers. Their kiss was a clash of lips and tongue. Pent-up desire and denial was a heady concoction. All a promise of the pleasure that lay ahead.

Vicki’s hands slipped down his down along his back, feeling her letters on his skin.

Mine.

The welts weren’t as hot and raised as when she’d marked him. She knew by now the red marks faded to warm pink. Still, it would be hours or maybe even a day or two before the welts flattened and disappeared. Fresh and unmarked for her mark anyway she wanted.

Pulling back, Vicki patted his jaw. “Wash up while I get ready.”

“Yes, Miss,” he said with a wink.

With a smile, she turned and sauntered into the bedroom. All the while, aware of his burning stare. After a few moments, she shook her head with a grin when she heard him splash into her bathwater.

“You better have a shower too,” she laughed.

Seconds later, after a few splashes, Vicki heard the shower rumble to life.

Armed with a hairdryer and make-up kit, it didn’t take long for Vicki to style herself to perfection. She scooted to her suitcase and unwrapped the delicate lace from lavender scented tissue paper. Her fingers stroked the expensive lingerie before stepping into the maze of straps. Next was the soft whisper of nylon along her legs. She shimmied into the last swirl of fabric. Tugging the cocktail dress up along her thighs, she slipped her arms into the sleeves.

Alex leaned against the bathroom doorway, damp and mussed. Knotted at one side, a low-slung towel rode his hips. She didn’t know how long he’d been admiring her. No-one withstood the lethal combination of sheer tights and a sleek cocktail dress.

Striding towards him, she cupped the bodice to her chest and turned her back to him. Without a word, his hand were warm against the bare expanse of her back. He traced down her shoulders, across her sheer lace bra and lower along bare expanse of her skin. Lingering. Teasing. In a smooth motion, he grasped the zip slowly drawing from the dip at the small of her back all the way up to the base of her neck.

He pressed a kiss back of her neck and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “You’re gift-wrapped.”

Vicki raised an eyebrow, “And you’re wearing far too much.”

Alex shrugged with a quick tug and the towel fluttered down onto the soft carpet. “Better?”

With a lick of her lips, she barely avoided gazing every glorious inch of him. She closed her eyes for a moment to steady herself. It took every single piece of her remaining willpower to stop pinning him to the wall and make him shiver and beg.

“You’re a distraction and I want my fun.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper of arousal and desire.

“Maybe.”

Stepping into her patent black heels, Vicki applied one last slash of red lipstick to complete her look.

After a final spin in the mirror, Vicki sauntered into the bathroom and picked his wallet from his pants. Snapping it open, Vicki plucked out his credit card and flicked it between her fingers.

Alex reached for her purse on the dresser and held it towards her, outstretched and cupped in his palms. No distractions tonight, she promised herself. Not yet. With a slight nod, Vicki took her purse and paused at the door. Her eyes drank in the sight of him. She whispered one final sentence before stepping into the corridor.

“See you later, stranger.”

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For Her Pleasure - Chapter Three