While waiting for the lift, she kissed him softly, drawing his face to hers with her fingers in his hair. A first kiss, exploratory, tasting him a little. She kissed him a little harder in the lifts, experimenting a little with her mouth on his, leaning into him, holding his mouth to her by his hair. He was suddenly shy, nervous, she could feel it in his hesitation, his breathing quick and shallow.
When the lift doors opened, she led him to her room by the hand, she opened the door and he walked in ahead of her and stood there, waiting expectantly. She shut the door behind her, and went to him, standing so close she knew he felt stifled, invading his space, her face inches from his, she was taller than his six foot in her stilettoed boots.
She gripped his hair again and kissed him more aggressively, biting at his lips, licking his tongue. She held his head back from her mouth by his hair… he didn’t reach for her, but waited passively for her to continue. She looked into his eyes, trying to read him, finding it difficult. She kissed him both softly and hard, and he returned the kisses tentatively. She expected he was terrified of doing the wrong thing. She pressed against him while kissing him aggressively, she felt his cock rising against her, his breath catching when she released his mouth.
She started to touch his skin under his shirt, stroking him. She nudged against his neck, then closed her teeth on his skin and he flinched. She reminded him about his safe words and made him repeat them back to her.
She gestured for him to raise his arms, and she slid his shirt off over his head, and walked around him, touching his bare skin gently, his chest, his nipples, his stomach, his back, his arms. She undid his jeans and slid her fingers down his pants. He stood silent, still, his breathing shallow, his eyes closed as she touched him. She told him to open his eyes, to look at her. He complied and she studied his face. She tried to read his expression. “Are you doing ok baby?”, she asked. He looked into her eyes and nodded, “Yes Ma’am”.
She sat on the bed, “Take your jeans off”, and she watched him strip. He left his boxers on, charcoal, as ordered. She told him to lock his hands behind his head and explained that this was the ‘Stand’ position. She then had him ‘Stand wide’, with his feet apart. He complied quickly, a questioning look on his face until she nodded approval and she saw his relief in the acknowledgement. The position made him stand proud and straight, his abs stretched, his arms flexed, his cock hard, precum marking the front of his boxers. She loved seeing him like this.
She looked him up and down, slowly, drinking him in. He was fit, lean, strong, his eyes showed a mixture of fear and doubt, his cock revealed his desire, his breathing still shallow and quick. He hated silences, and she knew her staring unnerved him, and still she stared silently at him. He looked so nervous, she tried not to smile.
“Kneel”, she said, finally. He dropped to his knees, his eyes downcast. She watched him. He had never knelt before, he looked uncomfortable and her heart melted just a little
“Come here”, and he moved awkwardly towards her on his knees. He stopped about a metre away from her and looked up for approval. She beckoned him closer. He shuffled forward but still not close enough so she beckoned him again, widening her legs so he had room to come right up against the bed between them. He looked up at her.
She took his left wrist and put the heavy leather cuff on it, enjoying how it looked. She did the same on his right wrist and told him how pretty they looked. “Don’t they look pretty?” she asked him. He agreed, “Yes Ma’am”. She laughed, and called him a liar… “You don’t think they look pretty at all do you?”. He smiled, relaxing just a little, “No Ma’am, not really”.
She reached behind him, leaning against his chest to connect the cuffs behind his back. He had never been cuffed before, had never been restrained before. Her face was close to his, and she felt him tilt his head to rub his cheek against hers. She let him get that comfort from her as she attached the clips and she waited there for a moment to let him get used to how it felt.
She sat back up and he looked up at her, he was open, looked a little like a deer in the headlights. She held his face in her hands and kissed him again, opening his mouth, demanding, feeling hunger rise now that he was more helpless, pressing her crotch into him, pushing against him, her legs on either side of his body, wanting to feel his skin through her jeans, the heat of him. She felt him trying to rise to her, the first time he had truly responded to her as she wanted and she felt an ache in her throat. She finally let his mouth go, her lips felt bruised, her breathing heavy.
She told him to get up on the bed on his knees, and he scrambled up. She took out the pegs he had brought with him at her request and smiled at him.