At the publication of her first book, Mr. Jones gifted her with a pair of fetish heels. That night he insisted she wear nothing but.
Mandi kneeled on the velvet pillow with her ears cast downward. There was a bit of a chill as she waited completely nude (with the exception of her collar and the gifted heels). She could hear Mr. Jones moving about in the office, but couldn't quite put together what he was doing.
Her nipples reacted to the chill appropriately and stood almost painfully taught as she listened to his silent actions. Finally, Mandi could hear Mr. Jones step into the seating room and sit across from her in the sofa.
"Come here my little author," his voice commanded softly.
Mandi slowly crawled her way from the pillow to his side, placing herself carefully into my a kneeling position awaiting further instructions. Mr. Jones gently ran his fingers through her hair as he sat silently above her. The waiting was always the most difficult part for Mandi, and he knew it. He took his greatest enjoyment by drawing out each encounter, torturing Mandi through his slow and calculated actions. Finally, Mr. Jones used his pointer finger to lift Mandi's head to face him. She stared into his eyes, not daring to look away, despite the burning excitement that arose within her.
"Tonight, I will make you cum until you beg me to stop. It will be my gift for your great accomplishment," his words smooth, like silk.
"Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir," Mandi responded obediently.
Secretly, Mandi wanted him to use her for his own pleasure and purposes. Mr. Jones had other plans for her. It was clear it was going to a very long night, and Mr. Jones was going to enjoy every minute of making Mandi tremble.
Taking her gently by the arm, Mr. Jones directed Mandy to sit beside him on the sofa. He slowly reviewed her with his eyes; noting that she had followed his grooming instructions attentively.
He followed the visual inspection with his fingers. First, he ran his large finger through her hair and down to her neck. He rubbed his thumb on Mandi's lips and softly pushed it into her mouth. Mandi sucked on his thumb instinctively. He pulled his fingers away from her face and used his dampened thumb to explore her right nipple, making small circles around it until his finger was dry from friction. He used his other thumb and followed the same pattern- sticking it in Mandi's mouth than moving to her nimble until it too was dry. Ever so slowly he cupped both breasts and squeezed them, gently at first. He kept his hands firm and squeezed until it was almost painful for Mandi.
"Mmm," she mumbled at he tortured her breasts.
"What do you say when you enjoy a gift Mandi?" He stared at her as if his eyes were burning a hole into her.
"Thank you Sir," Mandi quickly corrected.
He continued his exploration of her body, moving both hands to her waist and down to her hips. His grip on her hips was firm, as if he was about to pick her up and bring her body to his, but he didn't. Mr. Jones just continued on, bringing his hands up her back and back down, landing on her behind. Once again he squeezed starting gently and moving to painfully firm.
"Thank you Sir. Mmm," Mandi was careful not to forget to thank him for his gift before expressing her enjoyment.
He moved his hands down to the bottom of her ass onto her thighs and used them to spread her legs so he could see. He smirked, admiring the special heart shaped tuft of hair that was left on her body. He removed one hand from her thighs and drew circles in and around the heart.
Mandi was sufficiently excited and aches for more. She craved to being thrown over a chair and ravaged, hair pulled as he shoved her to her knees to service him, even to be spanked. Yet, Mr. Jones continued with his gentle assault.