I hardly recognize my reflection in the mirror. I used a temporary dye to transform my usually blonde hair into a silky dark brown. It’s pinned up in tight curls, much different than the natural waviness of it. I’m wearing a dark lipstick. A shade that goes surprisingly well with my temporary hair color. A black dress accentuates the curves of my body and is paired with high heels that took me far too long to learn to walk in. Tonight, I’m going to be somebody else.
As I begin driving to my destination my heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my body. A whirlwind of thoughts crosses my mind and I can’t recall the last time I’ve been this excited. I keep glancing at the image in the rearview mirror. Yes, I’m really going through with this.
I arrive at a restaurant that I normally wouldn’t consider visiting. It’s nice and as I watch the people entering, all thoughts of me being “overdressed” are quickly put aside. At least I know I’m not going to stand out too much amongst the inhabitants. I exhale a deep breath and open the car door. There’s no turning back now. Not that I’d turn back, anyway.
Walking into the fine dining area, my eyes start looking for the bar. I’m greeted by one of the staff members shortly after. “Good evening, Miss. How many are we expecting this evening?” The greeter asks with a gentle smile.
“Just one, thank you. I’m going to sit at the bar.” I smile back.
“Have a great evening.” He says as I take my leave. Sitting at the end of the bar is one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever laid my eyes on. His hair is slicked to the side and the way he’s dressed has my knees trembling. A nice black suit, no tie, and a pair of dress shoes. I smile as I make my way to the empty seat next to him.
“Hello, there.” I say to the handsome man seating to my right. “The next one’s on me.” I assert as I glance at his almost empty drink.
“For a woman such as yourself, the least I can do is offer a drink in return for your company. I must insist on buying the first round.” He says. I get the bartender’s attention.
After exchanging pleasantries with the bartender, I order myself a glass of sparkling wine and ask him to refill the glass of the man next to me. “And sir,” I tell the bartender, “our drinks will be on my tab.” I finalize our interaction by handing him my card.
He nods after handing us our glasses. The beautiful man next to me raises his eyebrows.
“Very well, then.” He says. “What brings you in this evening?” He asks.
“I’m in town on a business trip, just finished up dinner with the bosses. It was awfully boring, hence the much needed drink.” I give him a wink as I take me first sip of wine. Yes, this is going to be fun. “What brings you to this fine establishment this evening?”
“Just finished work. Not as boring as your meetings but the result is the same. Here for a much needed drink. Wasn’t expecting the company of a beautiful woman such as yourself, though.” He winks right back and I feel my heart melting. How lucky am I?
The drinkers sitting beside us give us small glances in between our conversation and I notice the bartender listening in nonchalantly. I begin fabricating my life’s story. I am someone else tonight, after all.
“I actually didn’t intend getting into the art restoration field,” I say with a grin “but I had picked it up as a hobby midway through college. A colleague of my art professor picked up on this little side project of mine and offered me an apprenticeship.” I’ve recited this story in my mind more times than I can recall. I say it as if it wasn’t a complete lie but I’ve written a story and I’m going to play it out.
“I’d love to check out your work sometime.” He says after sharing another drink. “May I have your number?”
“I’ll do you one better,” I say. “Why don’t you come back to my hotel room with me tonight?” My proclamation has caught the attention of the guests around us, despite my subtly.
“How could I say no?” We exchange devious smiles, knowing exactly how the night’s going to end. “Excuse me, bartender? Can I get the tab?”
I stop him right there. “It’ll be on my card, of course.” I finalize the exchange and don’t take no for an answer. One of us is in charge here and it’s not him. Finishing up the last of our cocktails, we take our leave.
Once out the door, I pull the irresistible man towards my face. Our lips lock in a familiar exchange and I feel the heat between my thighs. “That was so much fun!” I giggle, unable to contain my excitement.
“It was. And your hair, it took me by surprise. I didn’t know you’d take your role so seriously.” He says in between kisses. I feel him harden against me and gently caress my hands against him.
“You should know me better by now. I take my role very seriously.” I say sternly, grabbing his length a little too hard. I can tell it’s taking everything in him to resist pulling away.
“Yes, ma’am. You’re right, I should know better.” He tells me while I gently bite his lip.
“Let’s go back to the hotel room, now.” I say.
“You actually got a hotel room?” I roll my eyes at his surprised look.
“Didn’t I just tell you that I take my role seriously?” Our fingers interlock and we make our way to the hotel, moments passing by more slowly than I care to endure.
Entering the finely decorated suite, I’m pleased with my choice in rooms. I booked us a highly rated hotel, jacuzzi and all. There’s one bed in the middle of the room; a king sized mattress in front of a full-length window overlooking the city. Smiling, I unpin my hair and let the curls fall to my shoulders. I’m still a little surprised by the hair color, but it’ll fade back to its usual blonde locks in a couple of days.
I push my lover on the bed and begin unbuttoning his shirt. I start by kissing his neck, working my way towards his chest. I stop at his nipples and bite each of them with moderate pressure. First the right, then the left. He lets out a little moan, letting me know he loves every touch. As I tauntingly make my way down, taking every piece of clothing off, his gaze never leaves mine.
“Can I touch you, princess?” He asks me instinctively.
“Yes, love. But you may not take my clothes off and you must leave my panties on.” I giggle, staring at his naked body. “And you have to bury your face between my legs.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He reiterates as I prop myself on the pillows near the headboard. The gorgeous man in front of me begins by kissing my neck and caressing my curves. He pushes my dress up, making his way to my thighs. He’s kissing me gently and my body begins aching with need.
“Say our words,” I command “before you kiss me there.”
“I belong to you, princess.”
“And I belong to you, love.” Pushing my panties to the side, he presses his lips against the softness between my legs. I let out a sigh I wasn’t aware I was holding in while he tastes the sweetness of my arousal. My lover begins using his fingers, navigating my body like he has so many times before. It’s not long before the sensation builds and I allow myself to release.
“Mmm, good boy.” I’m satisfied and love the proud look displayed on his face. I tug his hair to bring his face to my own and taste myself on his lips, our tongues meeting and his hardness pressed against me. I touch the tip of him and know he’s looking for a release of his own. “Someone’s getting restless, aren’t they?” I ask.
“Yes, princess. I need you, please.” My eyes shift to the bag on the floor next to us, his eyes following mine.
“I know you do. Now, lay down and put your wrists together for me. It’s my turn to have fun with you.” Motioning towards the bag, I pull out a purple rope that we’re both all too familiar with. I tie his wrists together effortlessly and then secure them to the headboard, his beautiful body spread out just for me.
I begin stroking him, loving his every reaction to my touch. “Let me know when you get close to the edge. We’re going to get there three times before I let you finish.” He sighs again in preparation.
“Yes, princess.” I rotate between barely touching him to squeezing every inch. I feel his body getting ready.
“I’m going to release if you don’t stop.” He tells me and I let go.
“Say our words.” I whisper in his ear, letting go of him completely.
“I belong to you.” We maintain eye contact with each other.
“And I belong to you, love. That’s one.” I kiss him softly, noticing his hands shifting, attempting to escape. I begin the ritual once again. Going from gently caressing to fully grasping him. It’s not long before he tells me his body is about to release once more.
“Our words, darling.” I command of him once again.
“I belong to you, princess.” He says in an exhale.
“And I belong to you. That’s two.”
“Do you know why I call you princess?” He asks.
“Because you know I love it?” I giggle, leaning into him as I notice his need to kiss me. I brush my lips across his.
“Of course. And, because, I’ve devoted myself to following you.” This beautiful man knows how to make me smile.
“That’s all I need from you. I’m your princess. Only yours.” This time, I kiss him as I return to touching him. I can tell it’s noticeably harder to last longer and it makes me want him that much more. I build him up to the brink of climax once more.
“That’s three.” My hands releasing him for one final time.
This time he says our words unprompted. “I belong to you.”
“And I belong to you. You’ve been so good for me. You deserve to release. You know you may only release inside of me. And no, silly, I’m not untying you just yet.” I position myself on top of him. First kissing his neck, then biting his ear. Pushing my panties to the side, I bring my lover inside of me and feel myself releasing almost immediately. I needed this just as much as he does.
It doesn’t take long to build him up. I’m squeezing him inside me and the sensation feels like heaven itself.
“Can I release, princess?” He’s begging now and I know regardless of what I say, I won’t be able to stop it from happening.
“Yes, darling. Release with me.” Our bodies sync together and I feel his relief. This time, I say our words first, untying his wrists from the headboard. “I belong to you.”
“And I belong to you.” He says one last time, grasping my hands into his.
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