I ran my finger through the lingerie set in my drawer and stopped on the red one, a smile creeping up on my face. I felt a rush of excitement because the client had explicitly requested that I wear something sexy and red.
From what I heard from the agent, he is a high-profile billionaire with quite a quality taste, so the fact that he had explicitly requested for me to guide him through his sexual fantasies raised my anxiety a notch.
I’m usually never nervous. I’ve mastered the art of seduction and pleasure, and I was confident in my skills on and off the bed. However, this was different.
Gently, I slip on the lingerie, the soft velvet fabric brushing against my flesh up to my hips, where it hugs me tightly, outlining the curves of my butt cheeks. I matched it with a red bra, which equally hugged my breasts as a lover returned to his long-lost partner. I wonder how his touch would be when he grabs me whole.
Satisfied with how the lingerie set felt, I slipped into the jacket, flipped my hair over, and curled it behind me. Then, I pulled on the blood-red heels and stood straight before the full-body mirror.
I breathe out, telling myself it will be like any other client. My agency, City Butterflies, knew my capability, so he knows I am capable, too. But truth be told, that puts a little strain on me. I have to be the dominatrix he is waiting for at the penthouse. I must rock his world and leave him shattered, gasping for breath.
With a nod, I step out to my ride, feeling powerful because of all the beautiful model-looking escorts affiliated with City Butterflies. I was the most sought after.
I arrived at the penthouse shortly after and was led in by the attendant. It was luxurious, but I guess I’d expected that. Only the atmosphere seemed exclusive.
The inside is even more gorgeous than the outside, with soft lighting and echoing music somewhere in the background. The window drapes, the fireplace, and the furniture screamed luxury.
Soon, I was standing before the client, leaning against his bed, which was equally furnished with red sheets.
He was bare except for his shorts. He is athletic for a businessman whom I expected to spend his days sitting, reading and signing files. Hmm…this will be an interesting one. Through his sheer shorts, I can see the bulge of his cock that rose almost as I stared at it.
The moment is electric, but I don’t hold my breath. I take deep breaths as he eyes me as if trying to test my capacity.
On cue, I saunter over to him, maintaining a seductive gait. Despite that, the billionaire is calm. His stoic eyes survey my body like it were meat. His look of dominance is visible, but he restrains himself well.
I feel the sparks in the air. He is more handsome and built than I thought.
“You’re Shonda.”
“Surprised?” I ask and sit next to him, taking the glass of wine from him and taking a sip.
He holds my gaze, and then his lip tugs up in a smile. “Not much. I had high hopes. This will be a night of secrecy where I’ll surrender and become vulnerable. You know your role already. I want a dominatrix who will force me to explore my fantasies.”
As he speaks, his eyes revert to the toys on the bed. Cuffs, whips, name them.
I listened carefully, realising the power I held. I was in charge.
I smiled and slowly unzipped my jacket with slow, sensual movements. As I pulled the coat off, the anonymous billionaire followed my movements, revealing the red lingerie underneath. His eyes glow with a fiery passion and a desire to possess.
It’s like serving someone his favourite meal but forcing them to sit and watch it. I run a finger over the curves of the lingerie. It hugs my figure tightly, accentuating my breasts. The fabric is soft enough that my nipples stretch it.
The billionaire gulps and moves swiftly to grab me, but I catch his hand. “You’re not in charge tonight,” I whisper.
I move in slowly, running my hand from his chiselled chest down to his bulge. “Ooh, poor thing. You’re hard like a rock already.”
He gasps but tries to hold my gaze. I am close enough that our lips brush, and my breasts press against his chest. My hand rests gently over his erect dick, applying just enough pressure to get it throbbing again.
Next, I go on to torture him. I rub his cock around my pussy. I push in a tad, and then I pull right back out as I let out a soft moan. I did it again and again till he was overwhelmed.
He was restless. He tried to take my lips, but I evaded him, giggling. I refuted every move he made. Frustrated, I rushed to his lips and kissed him deeply. It was soft, ready, and willing. I loved it, but not yet.
When I heard him moan, I pulled away.
“Use the cuffs,” he says. “It will make it easier for me,” I loved how he begged me.
“Repeat it,” I commanded.
“Please, use the cuffs on me,” he obeyed.
I lean closer, whispering in his ear, “You didn’t want it easy. You want to be pushed beyond your limits. ” As I bite his ear, I continue, “I will do just that.”
By not tying his hands, I gave him the freedom to try to take over while preparing to counter.
I was dripping wet now. I wanted him whole inside me, but I needed to hold off a bit. Sit on his lap, rocking my ass into his erection, forcing it to enlarge further. He is gyrating like someone on an electric chair, his eyes slightly shut.
My hands, lips, ass and breasts are all engaged in the sensual, erotic act. Whenever he tries to engage, I hold his hand and force it back to his side.
A few minutes later, I hear a guttural groan. He was almost at an orgasm, so I stopped, denying him that release. He huffs gruffly, his wild eyes taking me in fully as if stunned that someone had dared to deny him a candy.
He looks so cute, so vulnerable. I’m sure no woman has ever taken him so far, but not all the way. I chuckle.
“You want it?”
He doesn’t say anything, but his ragged breath tells it all. I lean in, brushing my lips over his smooth skin, further eliciting an arousal. I feel the tenseness of his body, the tightening of his muscles and the deep desire to flip me over.
I’m guarded against all of that.
Seeing how vulnerable he is already, I reach behind and unclasp my bra, letting it slide slowly off my body, the red fabric a contrast to my dark skin.
The billionaire goes almost instantly feral at the sight of my perky breasts hanging open to him, vulnerable, just within reach.
His breath hitches, and I feel his erection against my thighs. I heave a soft breath and lean in, planting wet kisses over his body.
“Do. You. Want. To. Touch?” I say, punctuating each word with a kiss. His hands by his side quiver as he fights to overcome the urge to grab my breasts.
I giggle. “The nipples are pointing at you, calling. You wanna give them a twiddle?”
I press my breasts against him, squeezing his face between my breasts. He gasps, trying to push his face harder against me, but I hold his head in place, whispering, “No, no, bad boy. Wait for it.”
Then, I get off him and take off the lingerie, taking my time and making sure that each step is done delicately.
Then, I climb back on. I feel him tense once more, but I move away, running a finger along his chest. “Not yet. You can’t have your release so fast.”
The fiery glow in his eyes intensifies as he struggles. I edge him slowly, bringing him close to an orgasm but denying him the chance.
All the while, he is sprawled on the bed, helpless, heaving and longing.
I stopped when I noticed that he was trying to say something. He forced the words through his lips, his breath bated. “Take it further…”
One thing was for sure: He looked helpless and almost feral, but he loved it. Now, I have to think of a way to make it even more dominant.
I pull his shorts off, freeing his erection, which pops up like a spring that had been under compressive force.
I grip it gently, stroking along its length. The warmth of my hand makes him gasp. I move slowly at first, then quickly, and then slowly again. I have been in the business for years, and I know every sign and language of the body.
I can tell when he’s close to his orgasm and when he’s just high on dopamine. My other hand runs through his hair, gripping it tightly. I force his head back and push my fingers through his lips. “Suckle on it.”
He laps my fingers, then I pull them out and run them gently over my wet pussy, and then I take it back to his lips and force them in. “That’s the closest taste you’ll get in a while.”
Then, I feel him start to tighten his muscles. I ease the pressure on his dick and smile domineeringly at him. “Not yet. Not until you beg for an orgasm.”
He holds my gaze. “Not even close.”
“So be it.” I smile and continue to tease him in every conceivable way. My ass, breasts, pussy, hands.
Soon, he is trembling from the too many near-climax experiences I give him. He tries to grab me, but I stop his hand.
Next, I go on to torture him. I rub his cock around my pussy. I push in a tad, I clenched with my pussy walls, and then I pull out. I did it till he was overwhelmed.
His rock-hard cock felt good in me, but I needed more.
The best he could do was try to get closer and press his body against mine. I gave him that chance, but not for long.
“If you want your release…if you want to go in, beg for it.”
He resists, squirming under me as I ravage his body and mind, driving him constantly to and from the edge of insanity.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, he cries, “Please! Let me taste you!”
I smile down at him, fondling his sleek hair. “Good boy,” I say. “You deserve a gift.”
He smiled and moaned, “Yes.”
I step down and take his dick into my mouth, gently nibbling on it. He growls and places his hands on my head, but, as if afraid, he doesn’t do anything aside from resting his hands over my head as I nibble on his member.
My hands cradle his cock gently as my mouth does its wonders. With each delicate inch, I pushed his cock down my throat.
Each inch in me creates a symphony of throbs on his cock. He was harder. I can tell he wants more.
My head bops front and back as I let him view my dark bubble butt from behind. He stretches to grab my left cheek, making him go even deeper, he groans.
As I hear him grunt a bit, it is clear he is close to climax, and I don’t want that, not for me, I wasn’t done yet, so I let go. Immediately, he gasped for air as the whole experience was literally breathtaking.
Slowly but with rhythm, I licked his belly button and pinched his left nipple hard while I sucked his right and bit it.
I turned around and commanded, spank me hard! And for a powerful billionaire, he seemed shy.
“Okay, that is fine. I know what you want.” As he was about to do it, I pushed him back on the fluffy bed and climbed him. My whole figure on him, my juices trickling down from my yoni unto his chest, down his cock.
He likes it. He moans at every movement I make, even without guiding his cock into my ready pussy.
I finally granted him what he has been craving for. I push down and sit on his erect dick, going slow with the penetration. He is significant, and I can feel every bit of swelling up in me.
I take him through the seven heavens with every thrust and wiggle of my waist. Deep, more profound, slow, faster. Each slap of flesh against flesh resounds with our moans that fill the room.
Pushing him to his limits, I force him to submit to my domination as I ride him the way I see fit. He had no control of his body and was entirely under my control.
I admit, I’ve never felt something as exhilarating as this. I felt his emotions sweep through the moment like tidal waves. Occasionally, I stopped to tease him, holding out his release.
Finally, I let him have it—an earth-shattering orgasm that takes both of us off the edge.
I roll off him, both of us gasping. We lay next to each other without a word, but I know we both felt a sense of satisfaction.
“You’re all they said and more,” he says bluntly.
“Was that enough for your limit?” I ask.
He chuckles. “Way beyond. Way beyond.”
I lay there, reflecting on the experience. I felt powerful, but at the same time, I may not see him again unless he wants to—I want to.
His anonymity is intact, and I can only describe it as a night of domination and pleasure. He let me feel powerful, wanted, more like a powerful woman, as much as I gave him his desires.
Although we may never see each other again, we will remember the experience wherever we go.
