The flick of your [M]ascara-laden eyelash hooked me the first time we met. The black lace bralette and the perfect cleavage it made pulled me in. And your hand across my back as your red lips whispered into my ear pushed my mind and my cock into overdrive. I’m a Dom, always a Dom, but from the moment we met, the intensity of your presence make me question, whether all I wanted to do is submit to your needs. As we get to the hotel, all I can think about is having you to myself, my obedient Sub, weeks after our first date when we started lessons. You came dressed as instructed, in the same black bralet, a transparent white top over it, skintight miniskirt and nothing else except perfect, slightly heavy makeup ready to be ruined over the rest of the night. No clue there was anything amiss.