The lioness finds her predator [bdsm]

“Wanted, a dominant male.” she posted on a premium dating website, and then drew a long drag on her cigar. She looked around her plush office, surrounded by industry accolades, and business awards. She was on the forty under forty list of two power lists, and an unopened envelope on her table was the invite to a black tie event where she was going to be awarded entrepreneur of the year. Businesswoman par excellence, she was what they called a real ‘nut crushing cock blocking bitch’. She loved being the alpha woman, now as she sat in her black power suit, nails and shoes in scarlet , she sat answering some of her multiple mails, her fingers flashing with diamonds, diamonds that were worth a year’s salary of her top managers.

Diamonds were a girl’s best friend, but she wanted more, and what she wanted she got.

She had started her own media company, had divorced her high school sweetheart, and then gone on to build another two companies in the last two years.

She pulled open the top drawer on her desk, and brought out her whiskey cannister. She felt on edge and needed something distract her racing mind. She was going to be meeting some pretty powerful people at the black-tie event that evening, especially a new investor, a ‘real game changer’ they called him, but it just filled her with disdain. She was the game changer, it irked her. She already had an illustrious career, she didn’t need to prove anything to anyone, and every time she shattered the glass ceiling, people looked at her with surprise, and called it a career defining move. Truth was she had spent the last 15t years defining and redefining career moves, breaking balls on the weak willed men she met, and yet they treated her like an anomaly; an industry outsider.

They feared her, and she had heard, some even desired her. But she needed a man, a real man, one who was ferocious and demanding, and who had an appetite for passion like her. She threw back her head and let out a feral growl. The truth was she was a lioness, but she wanted to be devoured. But all she found were hyenas in lambs clothing.

She ran her fingers through her hair, she needed something to make her feel less edgy about the evening meetings. Off late she had been addicted to porn. She turned her 56 inch wall mounted screen, and switched on porn hub. She didn’t bother with the door or the blinds in her office. Afterall it was her company, and the entire floor was hers, no one else was on this floor. It was her own pleasure sanctum, and lions den.

The screen lit up with two thick veined dicks, and a woman on her knees.

“Ah perfect !” she thought. She flung off her pants and unbuttoned her shirt. Rummaging through her purse , she finally found her ‘me amour’ , her latest top end toy. One that worked as hard as her and multitasked like a pro.

A dildo that simultaneously stimulated her clit, her pussy, and could send 10 different vibration settings into her ass hole. A real ‘three-ling’ experience the website had promised, and the best part was that it was remote controlled.

Her pussy was already wet and didn’t need any moistening, but her tight ass needed lubing. Never try to stick a stick up your ass,without lube, no matter how horny , you are! Her therapist had warned her time and time again. But she always got so impatiently horny, that it was all she could do to find a lube or a substitute lube, but lately she had the perfect substitute. Her lip gloss. Sticky and strawberry flavoured, it came in a squuezy tube, perfect to lube her hole. If only there was someone to taste it down there, she thought, and then banished the thought as she pushed her toy into her multiple openings. A dildo that secrets its own lube, that’s what they need to invent, she thought.

 

She then proceeded to gag herself with a fresh pair of stockings she had brought for the evening event, and then tied her arms over her head, using an easy and lose knot she had learnt, using her scarf. It allowed her a sense of being tied up, and yet be able to set herself free when she was done.

There she lay stretched across the sofa in her office, naked from the waist down, hand stretched above her head with a remote control of the vibrator in her right hand. And mouth covered in a makeshift gag. The lengths she went to achieve her self-pleasure fantasies! If only there was a man to measure up.

The threesome on the screen were by now in formation, with one spanking her with a paddle while plunged deep inside her behind, and the other tugging at her nipples, while fucking into her mouth.

Watching the screen, her own nipples started to harden and peak. Gagged and bound with a triple vibrator rocking her holes, she thought – I need nipple clips…

It was just one of those days, when she couldn’t get out of her own head. She increased the vibe setting to the highest and closed her eyes in concentration, willing her body into the release she craved. Yes… she was getting there.

Suddenly with a sharp knock on the door, a man entered the room.

Her eyes flew open, and she could make out the silhouette of a broad, giant of a man, who blocked out the light from the door way.

Her eyes were already starting to glaze over, but she tried sitting up in her sofa, which only drove her toy deeper into her pussy. Having a man watch her, was just the turn on she needed. She locked eyes with the stranger at the door,and mounted into her climactic release. Shock waves of pleasure rocked her body, from her curling toes, to her clenched fingers, with nails digging into her palms. She bit down on her gag, but willed her eyes to stay open, she wanted to see the shock, awe and lust in this stranger’s eyes.

Maybe it was her own distracted powers of observation- but he seemed unmoved.

For a moment she closed her eyes, to gather her senses, because she could feel herself, pushing towards her second wave of climax. Like waves crashing into the rocks, her body lifted off the sofa, as her pussy muscles convulsed around her dildo.

This was when she would ordinarily stop her vibrator, but in her lustful thrusting, the remote had slipped out of her hands, and was now lying under her coffee table.

Play time was over, and she pulled at her scarf in a practiced move to release the binding on her wrists. But, she was in for a surprise. The stranger was now standing over her, he swiftly gathered up the scarf and retied her wrists in front of her this time. He then untied her mouth gag. Her eyes widened in surprise, and then narrowed in fury, at his retying her wrists, and this time the tie was tight, she felt the silk folds of her scarf cut into her wrists.

“What the fuck!” she began.. only to be cut off by him.

He bent down to claim her mouth in a savage kiss. It was less of a kiss, and more of a statement of intent. It felt like his tongue was fucking her mouth. He thrust his thick and fleshy tongue deep into her mouth, and just as she was adjusting to the onslaught, he pulled away, leaving her gasping for more.

“Now, lets do this the proper way, shall we.” And with that he rolled her off her sofa, and onto her elbows and knees, in the middle of her office. Her butt was sticking up in the air, still quivering with the soft purring of the pleasure toy, that continued to hum inside her.

“Stop the vibrator…” she began “Untie me, right now, and then maybe I won’t sue your ass till kingdom come. “

He cast a look at the screen on the wall, and the men were paddling the woman in unison.

He slapped her butt cheeks, and added, “Oh, but I have a feeling that you are quite enjoying this , do you want me to slap you , you seem to be liking what you see on screen.. “ he slapped her once more, “and darling you know better, when have you ever needed a man’s help… you stop the vibrator, you stop what you started, own your actions !”

OWN YOUR ACTIONS. It was one of her famous quotes, it was like her life motto, he signalled at the larger than life picture of hers, above the mantle piece. She dressed in a cream suit, her hair pulled back in a chignon, with the words – own your actions emblazoned across her chest.

“Go on, I’m just here to watch. And with that he sat down on the sofa, where moments back she had been enjoying her self-pleasure session.

She bucked and quivered her way, under her coffee table, trying to reach for the controls of her toy. Never had she felt so humiliated, never had she felt so turned on.

She finally got her hands on the remote and pressed pause.

She slumped forward in exhaustion, this had been the longest she had ridden this toy. She began to push her way, back out from under the table, but was in for a second round of surprise.

The stranger pulled out the toy from inside her, and she could feel her pussy juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. And then she felt his tongue licking her, holding her captive under her coffee table, he licked her from the thighs, to the rim of her ass hole.

“Mmm… do I taste strawberries? “it was his time to be surprised, and she was glad that she had used the lip-gloss as lube.

She could feel herself get excited again. She had decided the time for answers to questions like who he was, and what he was doing in her office could wait.

She wiggled her butt at him, even from under the table, she was all sass.

“Don’t stop what you started, own your actions mister.”

But he didn’t seem to need prodding. He had already stuck his tongue into her. His fingers, deftly working their way into unclasping her bra, and plucking at her nipples. He lightly twisted on them, as he worked himself under her and sucked on her clit.

Hyper-sensitive to all kinds of touch, after the incessant rocking by her vibrator, her muscles twitched at the slightest touch. He fingered her pussy, willing her to have her third orgasm of the session. He pulled her out from underneath the table and turned her to face him.

Her face was still flushed from her intense workout, her hair matted over her forehead, where beads of perspiration gathered while her forehead, slowly gathered together in a scowl.

“You scoundrel, now untie me at once, before I call the guards on you. UNTIE ME.” She kicked him with her free legs , and beat at him with her tied arms. But she was exhausted, and her legs felt like jelly.

His face was still unreadable, but his eyes darkened with emotion, as he turned her on her back. He undid her arms, but still held them down with his own. And then he wiped the sweat off her forehead, with her scarf, he dabbed at the beads of sweat that were pooling between her breasts, and then worked his way down between her legs.

“That was quite the performance my little tigress, next time, would you mind if I joined in?” and then he began by kissing her scowling forehead, her angry eyes, her swearing mouth, her nails dug deep into the hands that held her down, but he didn’t seem to feel pain, as he buried his head in her breasts. Sucking and teasing on each of the nipples, and then raining a trail of kisses from the breasts, up her collar bone, and the side of her neck, to gently bite on her ears, and then followed the trail down again.

Her legs were immobilised by his weight between her legs, and she could feel him grow and harden, as he continued his onslaught of kissing.

She wondered how he would feel inside her, but she had no way of knowing, because he left, just as soon as he had come. Without any explanation, or apologies!

She called the security guards, and the guards at the gate, but no one knew who the stranger was. In fact they had not let anyone into the premises. She would deal with it later, she thought.

She was running woefully late for her business appointment, the ‘career making move’ with the ‘game changer’, but she seemed more at peace with the meeting now that she had had a chance of a good workout sex session with herself.

She felt powerful and in control, with the massive surge of endorphins in her blood, until she saw the marks on her neck and on her breasts.

“That motherfucker!” she growled, as she saw the red bite marks the stranger had left where he had been kissing her. Her low cut dress, left little to the imagination, and even little chance of covering his hickeys.

She dabbed concealer, as well as she could, but she knew she wasn’t fooling anyone.

This wouldn’t do.

She walked over to her safe and pulled out her three stringed emerald and diamond necklace, the ones that sparkled the same shade as her eyes.

Her lips a deep crimson, her eyes a flashing green, and dressed in an off shoulder red gown, that moulded over her curves, she was ready to take on the world, and whatever challenges the evening promised.

Until, she entered the conference hall and saw who her adversary was. Dressed in a black tuxedo stood the stranger who had invaded her office that afternoon. And was it her scarf that had bound her wrists, now peeking through the top of his pocket?

Her arms reached up to touch the skin of her collarbone, hidden behind the emeralds, just as he smiled and gave her a little bow, with his right hand over his left breast pocket. Had the lioness finally met her predator?  

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