Not just any woman could go from the elegant, pastel-toned office attire she wore during the day to the extremely tight, very short, low-cut, and very, very red dress that barely covered her now, all in one day. Not just any woman would look fantastic with her hair neatly pulled into a discreet bun or with curls cascading over her nearly bare shoulders. And certainly, only Kath, among all the women he knew, had aroused his desire when almost everything was hidden, and could make him even more interested, even more desperate, and filled with primitive, animalistic thoughts as she revealed herself.
Kath finished her drink and walked to the bar, leaving the glass on the counter but taking an ice cube from it and started to play with it as she headed towards Harry, her eyes fixed on him, clearly teasing him. Harry, not knowing where he found the courage for this, stared at her, placed his own glass on a corner table, and stood up as she approached, just a few inches away.
"You're..." He swallowed hard.
"Hot?" She questioned. "Come on, Harry. I want to hear you say I'm hot."
"Very," he said in one breath. "V-very hot." He moved even closer and dared to place his hands on her waist, but she gently pushed him away.
"Too bad I can't say the same about you in those clothes." She grimaced. "They hide too much! But... we'll change that soon." She said, taking his hand and leading him toward the bedroom they had used in the middle of the afternoon, after making it visible.
Inside the room, she removed his vest, then unbuttoned his shirt and let him take it off, but she didn't touch him at all, nor did she allow him to touch her. Both of them looked intensely at each other, and they could see the growing desire in each other, in their dilated pupils, in their heavy breathing, in their goosebumps. The sexual tension was immense, even though there was no physical contact, which was a new and both frightening and incredibly attractive experience for both of them.
"Now, yes... very hot!" She said, stepping away. "You can relax while I put on some music. You can take off your shoes if you think you'll be more comfortable, but it doesn't matter to me. You can sit on the couch or lie on the bed... it doesn't matter either. Wherever you think is best for watching me..." She turned and searched for his gaze. "DANCE for you."
"Okay," he swallowed hard, quickly getting rid of his shoes and socks. He chose the bed because he thought he would feel more comfortable there.
"This time, I'll let you look, of course," she said, approaching the pole. "And I won't tie your hands, for now, but I can do that if you can't control yourself, okay?"
"What do you mean?"
"You can't use your hands, Harry. You will ONLY watch me... without touching me and without touching YOURSELF, okay?" He nodded, even though he was already finding that task extremely difficult.
She smiled and began to move around the pole, casually at first, partly because the music was slow. Even so, that perfect body wrapped in a red ribbon-like dress, waiting to be unwrapped, was already a delightful sight. Her movements became more agile, with hair flips, squats with her back against the pole, legs spreading, causing the dress to rise even higher, legs and arms climbing the pole, her body spinning around it with grace. Kath closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the music, caressed the pole, caressed her own legs, hips, chest, ran her body along the pole, swayed, running her hands through her hair.
If there were no rule, and Harry didn't want to please the dominant woman in front of him, he would certainly already have his hand inside his pants, taking care of his fully erect member. If he wasn't curious about how far Kath's seduction games would go or didn't care if she got irritated and perhaps didn't want to see him again, he would have gone to her by now and brought the girl to bed to have sex with her again, this time on his terms.
Harry might be shy and not have much experience, especially with games, which he was genuinely willing to learn, but he was a man, and he had had a girlfriend. He wasn't a virgin who didn't know how to touch and pleasure a woman! Within him, there was also a beast that life had taken care of suppressing, and this could be an opportunity to deal with it, to take it out of its cave, even though he still didn't know exactly how.
As the music became more upbeat, the same happened with Kath, who had reopened her eyes and watched Harry nervously fidgeting on the bed, running his fingers through his hair, adjusting his glasses, keeping his hands busy so he wouldn't do what she had forbidden him to do.
With the same sensuality, provocative look, and dominant attitude, Kath walked over to a dresser in front of the bed and climbed onto it, sitting cross-legged and placing her hands slightly behind her body. She smiled proudly at Harry, who couldn't return the smile but only let out a sigh, wiping the sweat from his forehead and running his hands over his pants.
"Do you want me, Harry?" She asked in a playful tone."You..." He cleared his throat because the word almost didn't come out. "You have no idea!""What do you want to do with me, hmm?""Everything!" He answered without hesitation, sincere."Everything?" She chuckled. "Ambitious of you! I like that. But no, Harry! Not everything... not today. You have to choose one thing, just one thing to do with me. What will it be?""Um... touch you?" He asked, confused."Well, you can touch me, of course. If that's your choice. But, as you're new to this, let me explain it to you properly, handsome." He nodded, attentive. "It'll be one thing only, and I won't do anything, only you will. If you touch me and give me pleasure like that, it's perfect for me, but I won't touch you, and you won't be able to touch yourself while I'm here, and... Well, I imagine this might be a bit frustrating for you, so maybe it's good for you to choose something else since this time I'm giving you a choice, and it won't
Harry removed his glasses, placed them on the table, rubbed his eyes a few times, and stretched while yawning once again. Besides having to get up early to go from Kath's house to his own, change his clothes, and then head to the office, it wasn't entirely accurate to say he had slept little. In fact, he had only taken a few naps during the night, during which he dreamed of Kath, red clothing, silk scarves, intense gazes, moans, and bodies burning with pleasure.He was tired, sleepy, but above all, his difficulty in organizing and filling out the spreadsheets on his computer was due to his extreme confusion. Two weeks earlier, when he met the CEO of the company where he had started working less than a month ago, he would never have imagined that she was a woman with a different, secret sex life. She had seemed very serious and dedicated, and he would have bet that she was the conservative type in her relationships.Even less could he have imagined that he would be invited to participa
"I called you here because I'm having a really tough day... and I urgently need to relax. And while some people relax by working out at the gym... or getting a massage from a professional... I only truly relax when I have an orgasm. When I have a very intense orgasm, one of those that you can achieve on your own, but that deserves to be shared with someone, you know?" She smiled, mischievously. "What do you say, Harry? Can you help me... relax?" She finished by tracing a line with her nails between two of his shirt buttons."Of course, Miss Beauvoir," he corrected himself in time."Great!" She affirmed, pulling him down by his shirt until he knelt in front of her.Maintaining eye contact with him, Kath opened her legs slightly while slowly lifting her skirt, revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and relaxed, almost lying in her chair. He took a deep breath and instinctively licked his lips when he saw her exposed intimacy. Then he looked back at her face with a questioning
The car windows were all tinted, and now, separated from the driver by another tinted glass, Harry and Kath were isolated from the world."This part of the car has soundproofing too," the executive informed. "It wasn't added because of my fetishes, but for security and company information confidentiality. But... why not take advantage of it, right?" She looked at Harry suggestively and scratched one of his thighs with her nails.He made a motion to hug and kiss Kath, but she pulled away and shook her head, so he withdrew."You know, Harry? You've been perfect. Even though you've never been a sub, you've been doing everything just right... just the way I like it," she said, unfastening his belt. "You deserve to be rewarded, don't you think?" He just bit his lip and watched as she unbuttoned his pants. "Just relax, Harry. It's my turn to savor your pleasure... and I want it all for myself."He lifted his hips so she could pull down his pants along with his boxer briefs, and reclined on
"Harry, tell me something," she said in an authoritative tone. "What part don't you understand about behaving well so you don't have to be punished?""I... I understand, Miss Beauvoir.""Um... Do you understand?" she asked debauchedly. "I praised you so much, Harry. I rewarded you by giving you a moment to enjoy... Just to enjoy... And you repay me by being disobedient?""I... No..." he tried to answer, but he was confused."You really don't remember doing anything wrong, do you?" she saw him confirm with a nod. "I believe you, Harry... But I'm still going to have to punish you. It's a shame, my darling... But those are the rules," she said ironically."What are you going to do to me?" he asked, feeling his breath start to come in gasps, his heart racing. It wasn't fear, however, but an enormous anxiety about what was to come. She took him by the hand to the pole where she had danced for him the night before and leaned him against it, while she spoke again."You don't remember, but yo
Harry was refilling his glass with water and ice when Kath entered the kitchen of her apartment. Caught off guard by his presence in the room, her first reaction was to consider taking advantage of the fact that he had his back to the door and immediately returning to her room without doing what she had come to do there in order to avoid an unplanned interaction between the two. However, she couldn't act in time, as he, sensing some movement behind him, turned around, catching her standing near the entrance."Hi," he said, flashing a big, spontaneous smile."Hi, Harry," she replied seriously, trying to appear unshaken but feeling her body trembling inside. The guy was only wearing the dress pants he had worn to work that day, with no shoes or shirt, and as much as she had seen him with even less than that, his body drew her eyes like a watch used in hypnosis sessions, and the sight of those well-defined muscles left her flustered.The truth was, HE left her flustered like no other man
"You and Samuel are very close?" she found herself asking, without thinking beforehand, and immediately regretted it. What was she doing? He was her submissive, not someone she was starting a relationship with! Their intimacy had to be physical and only physical. She didn't need, and couldn't, know more than the information she had already managed to extract from his cousin. This could make her attached, which, in turn, could make her lose control."Very. We're cousins, but we were raised as siblings. We both lost our parents very early... He came from Ireland alone to stay with our grandma when he lost his... I kind of got used to taking care of him, you know?" she simply nodded affirmatively while the guy filled two pancakes. He had decided to make only two and save the rest of the batter. After all, he was going to eat alone.The two fell into silence as he finished the work. She ate the last fruits from her bowl, taking her time, savoring everything much slower than usual. Strange
"Harry," she called out with difficulty. "Harry, we can't... We don't have...""Protection, I know. But I just want to touch you," he replied, pushing her down on the table.He slid his hands down her thighs towards the hem of her nightgown and passed through it, reaching the small panties that covered the part he most wanted to get to. It was cotton and pink, matching Kath's fresh, natural look at the moment, which made him smile. He really liked the domineering girl she became in the secret room, but he liked even more to think that, at that moment, he was completing his knowledge of all the women the girl could be in one. That was fascinating!Then he slowly pulled down her panties until he had removed them and discarded them on the table. He returned his hands to the place they had previously covered and played Kath as if she were an instrument he was learning to play and improving every day. He inserted two fingers into her, pressed her clitoris with his thumb, alternated rhythms