‘Strip!’ he said.
Amy stared at him, uncertain, a question in her eyes.
He nodded, once.
Still, she hesitated.
He took a step towards her and took her chin between his thumb and finger. He looked into her eyes. ‘I only say things once. Do you understand?’
Amy nodded, as much as she was able while his hand held her head.
‘And..?’ he said, opening the top buttons of her summer dress with his other hand, without taking his eyes from hers. ‘When I say… you do. Understand?’
‘I… I un… understand,’ Amy said, already feeling that somehow she had failed, failed her first test. Her eyes felt hot and damp under his level gaze.
Her dress was open now; she could feel a cool breeze on her skin. Her nipples were hard, so could feel them rubbing against the material of her bra, but they had been hard ever since she had first walked into his presence.
He let go of her chin and stepped back, folding his arms and watching her.
She was uncertain… unsure… He was waiting… but she didn’t know why…. Why didn’t he say?
‘I don’t like to repeat myself,’ he said. He pulled at her dress, letting it fall from her shoulder.
Amy felt some relief, now she knew what he wanted. She stepped out of the dress, leaving it pooling on the floor behind her. He leant back against the dinning table behind him and folded his arms, watching her. As she reached back around behind herself for the bra catch, she looked up at him from under her lowered eyelids.
‘Stockings and suspenders,’ he said, nodding his approval. ‘Very nice.’ He paused as the bra fell forward, exposing the top slopes of her breasts. Amy held the bra there, pinned between her body and her arm. He waved his hand, signalling for her to let the bra fall.
‘Beautiful,’ he smiled. ‘Not too big, not too small… and such delightful nipples.’
Amy relaxed as much as she could while standing almost-naked in front of some complete stranger unselfconsciously staring at her naked body. ‘No, leave the stockings and the suspenders,’ he said as she bent to remove them. ‘Just the knickers…. After all, we could do with something a little kinky, couldn’t we?’
Amy smiled, despite herself. There she was, now dressed in nothing but her black stockings and suspender belt in front of a strange man fully-dressed in a dark suit, leaning so casually against a dinning table in what seemed to be a deserted house.
The man made a gesture with his hand, for her to do a twirl in front of him, slowly. ‘Very nice,’ he said as she slowly pirouetted in front of him showing him all her body. ‘No, not nice… beautiful.’
He smiled as she turned back to face him. ‘Amy, you are beautiful.’
‘You know my name?’ Amy said, surprised.
‘Yes, of course,’ he said, languidly reaching out to take her left nipple between the thumb and first finger of his right hand. ‘Of course I know you’re name, why shouldn’t I?’
‘I don’t know yours,’ Amy replied.
‘Why?’ He stared into her eyes. ‘Do you need to?’
Amy could see forever in those eyes. ‘No,’ she said simply.
His fingers released her nipple and his hand moved down her body over her stomach, down over her shaved pubis and stopped, just above where her labia waited, already wet, already eager for his touch. Amy was sure she could feel them, her labia, moistening and opening; imaging it would be like one of those nature films where a time-lapse flower buds opens and blooms under the loving touch of the summer sun. She tried to will his finger to move lower, to touch her. Already there was an emptiness there she wanted him to fill.
He wrapped his left hand around her neck and pulled her face onto his. Amy could feel his stubble rasping against the skin of her face as their lips met and his tongue made its may into her mouth. She gasped and stumbled closer to him, her hands hovering between embracing him and staying at her sides.
‘No, don’t touch me… yet,’ he said. ’In fact…’ He took a step back and pulled off his tie. ‘Turn around.’
Amy complied, eagerly. This was it. She knew this was why she was here, now. She put her hands behind her back and felt the tie tighten around her wrists.
After tying Amy’s hands behind her back, the man let both his hands travel down over her buttocks down her thighs to her knees and back up again.
A gentle hand on her arm, tugged her back around to face him.
One hand took Amy softly by the place where her shoulder met her neck, whilst his other hand moved down her body, stroking between her breasts, down her stomach until his fingers began tracing around her labia, moving slowly, carefully and gently around her pussy, then moving down each side between the inner and outer labia, then over the surface of her opening inner lips with his fingertips just brushing where her clitoris seemed to be throbbing and growing. Then, his fingers moved more purposely between Amy’s inner labia, opening them out while a finger moved down to her soaking wet opening and then slipped easily inside her, leaving his thumb to brush and rub against her pubis and across her clitoris. Then the finger eased out and back up and all around her pussy again before easing down and back inside to be joined by another finger as the thumb continued to massage and stroke.
Amy could feel herself responding, her body moving backwards and forwards in time with his movements, up and down, pushing herself against his hand as it moved; all the while his other hand was on her neck, resting on the point where her neck met her shoulders with his fingers cradling the back of her head wrapped deep in her long, thick red hair.
His eyes were locked on hers, watching Amy carefully, each blink and twitch of her eyes and eyelids. He was – she realised – watching her every reaction to what he did. At the same time, his hand on her neck was gauging her reaction to what he was doing to her; feeling her pulse beating faster and faster in her neck and feeling every response her body made to the effect his other hand was causing in her and adjusting his actions, increasing whatever she enjoyed and ceasing what she reacted against or did not respond to, through the waves of pleasure and desire that flowed through her like a building storm.
Suddenly, his eyes widened in recognition of some sign she gave as she sighed and moaned, pressing herself hard against his caressing hand. Gently, but firmly, the hand around her neck pulled her head closer to him, so that her head rested half against the softness of his shirt and half against the roughness of his jacket. His lips kissed the lobe of her ear. ‘You are going to come for me,’ he whispered.
‘Y… yes,’ she sighed. ‘Yes…. Yes…. Yes… yes… yes…. YES…! Yes…!’ Amy’s thighs twitched and shivered. Amy’s body shook and trembled as she moaned into his shirt, pressing her body against his and fucking his fingers as her orgasm clenched tight against his fingers, until she collapsed against the hand with the fingers inside her, the hand holding her weight as her legs gave way.
The other hand moved from her neck to around Amy’s waist as she lost the strength in her legs and collapsed against him.
Slowly, he eased his fingers from her, massaging with the palm of his hand as he did so. He wrapped his arms around her and held her naked body against his fully-clothed body.
Eventually, Amy opened her eyes and looked at him.
Without saying a word he let go of her and put the palms of his hands on her shoulders. A gentle pressure forced her to her knees. As she knelt, she could see the effect she’d had on him, straining the material of his trousers towards her. One hand let go of her shoulder and pulled his zip down.
His cock seemed to force itself out of his trousers, its tip bumping up against Amy’s bottom lip as she opened her mouth for it. She kissed and licked down along its length, wishing for a moment her hands weren’t still bound behind her, so that she could feel its hard length in her hand.
Then he pressed forward, eager for her mouth. His hand stroked through her hair to hold her head as he began to move slowly back and forwards, each thrust moving deeper into her mouth. Amy felt her mouth stretch to take him, her tongue lapping against the head of his cock as it entered her mouth, and again as he withdrew it for her to kiss and lick it, before he thrust slowly back. She glanced up to see him looking down at her with his cock deep I her mouth.
He smiled. ‘Good girl.’
She sucked harder, her head bobbing backwards and forwards, matching his movements.
Then, a few moments later he pulled his cock from deep within her mouth, leant forward and, with his hands under her armpits, lifted her up, picked her up from the floor and laid her, face-down, on the dinning table.
Amy shivered as her naked body came into contact with the cold hard wood of the highly-polished table, then shivered again as his cock entered her all the way up to his balls. With his one hand holding both her wrists where they were tied together with his tie, he began to thrust deep into her cunt. Amy moaned and writhed, pressing herself into the table, and then back against him, as he thrust.
He pulled his cock out of her pussy, with Amy thrusting back eager for him to put it back. Instead, he took his cock in his free hand and stroked it down the crack of her arse and down, past her pussy, until it was rubbing against her clit between the open lips of her pussy, then he pulled back and thrust it back, deep inside her again.
Amy felt herself tremble and shiver as his thrusts increased in intensity, short fast ones followed by long slow ones. Amy was thrusting back against him; twisting and writhing her hips as she felt the waves of her orgasm building and building and building… until, with a low moan, the orgasm broke and flooded her with pleasure.
She cried out, biting her lip as he continued to thrust, pulling her back by her bound wrists, so she was impaled on his cock as deep as it would go, as the waves of her orgasm continued to crash and roar deep inside her.
Then, moments later she felt him stop, stiffen. and then she was flooded as he came too.
For a moment he was still. Amy could hear his heavy breath behind her. He leant over her and kissed the back of the neck before pulling out and sitting down on one of the dining chairs next to the table. He took Amy’s still trembling body, in his arms, wrapping her under his suit jacket, and held her close to him. Her head was against his chest and she could feel his heart beating, slowing back to a normal rhythm.
Amy closed her eyes, safe under his jacket and wrapped in his arms. She felt herself relax as he untied her wrists, so she could snuggle closer and wrap her arms around him as he sat back in the chair, kissing the top of her head.
Suddenly, Amy was shook awake.
‘Come on, wake up,’ he said. ‘It is time to go.’
Amy yawned. She looked up. ‘Oh god,’ she said.
‘For a moment there I was worried it may all have only been a dream.’
‘No,’ he shook his head. ‘Not a dream. But you do have to go, now.’
Sighing and stretching, Amy got up from his lap and began to dress herself as he sat in the chair, watching her and smiling a warm satisfied smile. ‘Beautiful,’ he said simply.
Once she was dressed and presentable again, Amy stood, not knowing what to do next.
He stood, walked over to her and kissed her deeply, passionately. ‘So, the next time I send you a text saying when and where to meet, you’ll come?’
‘Amy smiled. ‘Yes.’
He took her in his arms and kissed her. ‘…Until next time then, Amy.’
‘Yes… er….’ She looked into his eyes. ‘I still don’t know your name?’
He grinned. ‘You can call me Sir.’
Amy grinned back. ‘Yes, Sir,’ she said, back slowly – as if unwilling to go – towards the door. ‘Good-bye, Sir.’