We return to the room; the champagne, which I arranged before leaving, is well-iced and sits on the tray with two glasses. While I attend to it, you disappear into the bedroom. You are back a few minutes later, wearing the hotel bathrobe: “I think I’ll take a quick shower,” you say, a bit too playfully. I have something in mind, and play along to distract you. We kiss, my arms around you: vanilla, but bearing so much else besides. You start to turn to go, but I hold you fast and kiss you again; you kiss me back in a passionate exchange of lust, longing, and … something I can’t quite put my finger on yet.

With the same fluidity that brought you into the bar earlier, I rearrange the robe so it binds your arms while baring your shoulders and breasts. I drop a pillow onto a chair and then push you down, using the robe’s belt to secure you so that you cannot go anywhere without the chair. My tie binds one ankle to the chair leg; I produce a second tie from my pocket, for your other ankle. I stand back a moment to look at you: bare from the ribs up, the pillow behind you giving your hips only the edge of the chair so the robe falls open exposing you: your wet pussy is just over the edge, and I can see just how aroused you are by now. I test you with a finger, then give it to you to taste. You greedily suck my finger, and your message couldn’t be clearer. My other hand roams downward, teasing you again: even wetter than before. I switch hands, then back again. And take a taste myself.

From the desk drawer I take a couple of large-sized paper clips and pin them on your erect nipples. You gasp, and I can almost see your eyes roll back, briefly, as the momentary pinprick-pain resolves into something else. I flick one of the clips and see that flash in your eye again. Our eyes meet, and I bend to kiss you. I steer your head to mine, then flick your ear with my tongue and whisper my instruction: you’ll do everything I say, won’t you? You indicate your assent; it’s clear that it’s not the handful of hair I’m holding that’s making you nod.

As you are incapacitated, tonight I remove my own pants. I step out of them and kick them aside, then push my left hand through your hair again, grasping hard at the back. I guide your head to my cock; meanwhile my right hand fingers your pussy and ass, slick with your own desire. I maneuver myself so that I can, without effort, slip inside you. I see your eyes again, as I kiss you, and just for fun I flick the clips. You try to suppress the groan. I stand again and take your mouth. Your lips close around my cock, and your tongue dances while I push slowly in and out. For good measure, I touch the paperclips affixed to your nipples, flicking first one and then the other with the back of my fingernail. It sends a delicious shiver through your body.