Siren's POV:
Selena's field of expertise was, lo and behold, BDSM. That woman was kinky as fuck, I'd seen her supplies, gags, chains, handcuffs, all types of shit.
I remembered what minimal information I had on the topic from watching fifty shades of grey, which of course wasn't much. I found the chains hot as fuck but had never had a partner I could trust enough with this and I wasn't about to have my first trial with a stranger.
"Why don't we go with the flow, see how things go?"
He looked confused, as if he was having trouble understanding me. Fuck this is not good. I knew men like him, overtly analytical and organised.
He was trying to fit me in one of the boxes he'd created for himself to help categorise different women. But I didn't fit, guess you can put in a new category, right after the sexy baddie before stupid and dumb bitches, considering the situations I've put myself in.
"Are you trying the mysterious girl approach? Don't play games with me. I have zero tolerance and patience for it. I can care less about you and your pleasure and I hate unnecessary screaming." he gave me a menacing glare.
Wa, i salam jinjjaya? Is this man for real? This son of a- calm down bitch, I told myself.
Though screaming and moaning were the least of my problems. I had never once in my life done that. Neither during my self-explorations, nor with my former partners.
"Don't bother faking anything,'' He warned me.
So much for Escorting 101.
"Alright," I bit my tongue before I could curse the fuck out of him.
"I understand you'd like to paid in advance," He handed me an envelope containing 20,000 dollars. That's the cost of hiring an escort from one of the shadiest nightclubs I know. Most of the income of an escort came from tips.
As soon as he handed me the money, my nerves made me dizzy with anticipation.
He pried my fingers from the empty glass I was holding onto for dear life and kept it on a side table.
He lead me to a huge bedroom door and I hesitated for a second. The last time I'd trusted someone, it didn't go down so well. Was this even worth it?
Okay, if the money wasn't involved would I still want this?
My gut said one thing- I'd respectfully get railed by this man over and over.
"Are you pretending to be shy?'' He rolled his eyes at me, "Why the hesitation?"
I didn't respond, still too worked up to speak. Instead I looked around the interior, the pale silk curtains pulled back revealing a balcony with huge glass door, the lights were dimmed, a golden hue showering the room with warmth. The bed was huge but what made my breath halt was what was on it.
Handcuffs, a ball gag and a flogger.
Hell nah, bitch.
Ain't no way in this world, I'm letting him do that to me. The idea of being gagged was...it was suffocating to me, very much so. And while watching and reading about it was appealing, I wasn't about to find out if it feels as amazing with a man I've known two seconds.
"What are you planning to do to me?" My voice was raspy, breathless.
"You'll take your clothes off and put the gag on before I handcuff you. You'll bend over for me on the bed while I flog you as I wish, however much I wish. When I'm done having my fun, I'll fuck you as I please."
That is strangely specific, almost like a scene from a movie. Or a drill. Something he did everyday.
With that kind of a script, he could write a whole ass wattpad novel. You never thought of being a author? Seems like a waste of such incredibly creative talent.
While listening his deep voice saying things like that makes me hot, I'm not quite on that level. And being chaste for almost 4 years definitely didn't help.
It seemed like he didn't want me to touch him, neither did he want to touch me. He didn't say anything about kissing me or touching me. He wanted me to put the gag on myself, I'd be pretty much helpless in that situation.
I remembered him mentioning he didn't want me to scream. I'd just be another voiceless, faceless conquest of his which I'd have been completely okay with if this script didn't include me being gagged and bound.
I could walk out but that wasn't a choice considering I was desperate.
Think, think.
Just one thing could work now.
"While that sounds interesting, I don't think that's what you really want," I was going to be confident and I'd make him change his mind. I can fullfil all of my fantasies and his tonight.
He raised a brow, surprised I wasn't complying to his request. I guess I'd be too if I was in his position. I was supposed to bend to his will.
"Really? Then what is it that you think I want," He murmured to me and I realised we had minimal distance between us.
I sauntered over to the couch in the sitting area, swaying my hips on the way. The lights did all of the work, making everything glow under it. I half turned, shooting him a look, silently asking him to come over to me. My heartbeat thumped against my ribs, as I allowed one of the coat sleeves to hang low, revealing skin. He waited for a few seconds, curious to see what I'm about to do before following me. He casually sat over the couch, his hands spread on the back of it, reminding me of the day I gave him a floor show in front of so many people. And that's exactly what I'm planning to do today, give him another floor show.
I wonder if he even has an inkling that we've met before.
I let my faux fur coat slip down my arms and on to the floor with a soft thud, revealing my dress. He didn't seem impressed as more of my skin came into view. The dress hugged my bodice, making my boobs press against each other before sinching at my waist. The skirt was a little bit looser, giving the impression of an hourglass.
Looking up at him, I tried gauging his reactions. He still had a poker face on. So I parted my legs as I sat in front of him, the slit leaving little to the imagination before putting my hands on my thighs. I gathered my hair in one hand, wrapping it around my fist, getting ready to tie it up. He took my tie from me, shaking his head.
Okay. I let it fall back down my back, crossing my legs letting the slit expose more of my thighs, until he could almost get a glimpse at my thong.
I slid the side zipper down while staring at him.
"Do you want me to take it off?'' He met my gaze.
"Let's see if my expectations are on par with the reality," He signalled me to go on, his eyes on my face.
I let the straps slide down letting the dress pool at my waist, revealing my bra chains that I'd worn in place of a bra. It framed my boobs, the pearl straps crossing at the back, a thin piece of white sheer fabric keeping my nipples covered.
He licked his lips as his eyes finally flickered away from my face. He clenched his fists as if he had to make conscious effort not to touch me. Finally! A reaction out of this cold, block of ice.
My nipples grew hard, imagining his plump lips against them, licking them, caressing them. My breaths grew short, my panties getting wetter with each forbidden scenario that ran through my head. My boobs would fit perfectly in his big hands. Those long fingers inside me.
"Should I continue?" I asked him, breathless.
He gave me a nod, his eyes on my lips now, making me wonder who was the one being seduced here. He still looked cold and emotionless.
I stood up making the dress fall fully, standing in my bra chains and a g-string that was basically pearls with another piece of sheer fabric protecting just enough of my modesty.
"Turn for me," His voice was still even but the subtle bob of his adam's apple gave me the confidence I needed.
I did. Turning slowly, I pulled my hair to the front, letting his see the criss cross pattern of the bra chains and the pearl string that ran along my ass. A hiss escaped his lips and I grew wetter, wondering if he could see how wet I was. My brain started shutting off as my body got turned on but I reminded myself that I needed more than my body to seduce this guy.
So I gathered whatever wits I could and kneeled facing away from him and bent over the table in front of him.
"Can you take that off for me?," I whispered softly to him over my shoulder, pointing to the hook that kept the chains in place. He shifted forward and I could feel him hard on pressing into my ass. Oh fuck yes, I wanted to wiggle against him but controlled myself yet. He avoided touching me as he unhooked it slowly and as soon as he did the chains softly rattled on the floor, slipping off me.
I stood back up, facing him, letting him stare at my nipples, hard and rosy. I was always satisfied with my size. I could forego a bra when needed and still produce cleavage if I wanted.
"I didn't think the view from the front could compete with the back. Go on," his voice grew deeper, if that was even possible.
Is that a compliment? I looked down to see his erection, standing up proudly making me loose my mind. It looked huge and the thought of it in my mouth or better yet my pussy made my head spin with dizziness. At this point, I had no shame, all I knew was that I wanted to have this guy, need to feel him or I'd die.
Instead of removing my thong as he said, I took one step forward and placed one leg between his thighs, one hand on the couch beside him for support, leaning into him but before I could do anything, he grabbed my hair, pulling me down to trace my lips. He traced my face with his lips, still not touching me. I could feel his cool breath leaving traces on my warm skin untill he stopped at my lips.
I could feel the attraction, feel the anticipation in my bones, I needed him to kiss me but he refused me. He still hovered against my lips for what felt like hours, staring at my lips then into my eyes as if he was trying to see into my soul. The need in me built and built until I couldn't take it. So, I leaned over and our lips touched. As soon as I made the contact, he went wild. He kissed me as if his life depended on it.
He kissed my lips, licking, nipping before biting my bottom lip to make me open my mouth and I did. As soon as I parted my lips, he licked my tongue, caressing it, coaxing me. The scent of his cologne made me go berserk, making me feel high and intoxicating me.
As our lips parted, I straddled him, my knees on either side of him, my hands finding their way to his shoulders and he looked surprised, tensing as his hands came up to grip my ass getting ready to throw me off him. I froze on top of him.
Fuck, did I cross a line?