I tried to dress up goth tonight but somehow I ended up looking too cute. It must be this dress. Sure it has a corset style top with laces twining up the back but the skirt is all puffy with its little black taffeta layers ending just above the knee. I bought the lace-up-the-back stockings you wanted too! Now looking at it combined with this short skirt it's, yeah well its cute!! Damn. So not me. I'm a woman not a girl. Well, if I'm going to be cute I may as well go all the way! I open the closet door and spy down at the floor, way in the back, the perfect ankle boots with spike heels and pointy toes. I slip them on.
I walk over to my mirror and have a look at myself again. My eyes are rimmed with dark kohl and my lips plump with gloss. I smile thinking, "yep still have it, not bad at all" I part my hair down the middle and grab a hand full making a ponytail off to the side. Then I make a matching one on the other side. Spraying some hairspray on the ponytails I tease them all up so they are nice and raunchy. Perfect. A sort of goth-meets-80's-jailbait effect. I can work with this. Besides I'm always the sly sophisticated seductress. I need some variety.
Turning around with my back facing the mirror, I peek over my shoulder to inspect the rear view. Laces up my back reveal a hint of skin under my corset. Nice. Oh, but the stockings are insane. Black velvet tights with criss-cross laces running up the back from ankle all the way to upper thigh. I adjust the laces to make a "V" shape to enhance the back of my legs. As I bend over, I glance back and see the little skirt ride up. I can see my turquoise panties molded to the curve of my ass. Oh this is going to be fun.
It's 10 PM now and I'm in the taxi being taken to meet you. I pay the driver his twenty dollars and open the door, alighting from the cab. I don't see you outside, but it's chilly, so I approach the doorman on guard and smile. He grins a huge grin and opens the door for me. I waltz by the cashier and he just smiles, not bothering to charge me. Then I notice the music sounds distinctly techno. I sigh to myself dramatically and look for you.
There you are, sitting the bar waiting for me. I try to make eye contact but you look past me. Do I look so different? As I approach closer the realization dawns in your eyes and your mouth drops open a bit. I slide up beside you and kiss you on the cheek. Your hands grasp my shoulders and you lean in close to my ear so I can hear you over the music. "oh my god kitten you look delicious", your voice is like velvet, deep and smooth. I love it when you call me kitten.
I pull away and sit in the chair next to you with dramatic flourish. I reach for a glass and take a sip of the drink you have waiting for me, the wine is bitter and cheap tasting. The relentless beeping of the music is already annoying me. The wood of the hard bar-stool is scratching me. Scowling, I meet your eyes with mine and mouth "let's go". Before you can say anything in response, I jump off the chair and start heading for the exit.
It's even colder now as I burst through the door. I start walking down the sidewalk in no particular direction. My heels are clicking on the pavement so I don't hear you until your hand touches my arm as you ask "and where are you going my little kitten?". I turn around and face you and say with indifference, "I don't know. I was bored in there." You laugh quietly, "then come with me, my pet".
The drive to your place seems to take forever. You are sitting next to me in the back of the taxi. Alternately staring straight ahead and staring out the side window but not at me. It's getting annoying indeed. I want to play with you so badly. To tease you and drive you wild. By the time you unlock the front door I am so aroused. You place your hand on my lower back to guide me through the door and into the living room.
"I need a drink now", I demand. I sit myself down on the edge of your leather sofa and watch you remove your jacket as you stare at me curiously. The hard muscles of your arms are exposed by a tight t shirt and my eyes devour the hard masculine lines of your young body. You turn and I watch your back leave the room. Picking up a remote, I switch on the stereo and choose some nice hard metal, slowly adding volume until I can feel it in my toes. Of course I left my boots on..
I watch you enter the room with 2 glasses and half a bottle of wine in your hands. Placing the glasses on the table you pour the red velvet nectar into a waiting glass and pass it to me, "This should be a bit better than the offering at the bar". I take a sip and let the smooth liquid fill my mouth letting my tongue crush the spicy flavour to the roof of my mouth before swallowing.
Your hand reaches out to twine your fingers in one of my teased up ponytails, "I like this", you say playfully. I swat your hand away with my mine, scratching your forearm in the process. You pull your arm back and examine the scratches. "You're a little hellcat tonight aren't you?" you tease. Then you reach for me again pulling on the ponytail with a jerk, "bad kitty", you scold me. Again I swat you away but this time you quickly grasp my shoulders and push me as hard as you can pinning me back against the back of the sofa. You climb over me straddling my lap, then lean down and whisper "you aren't playing nice".
"You love it", I spit back at you as I rake my nails down your biceps making you flinch. You let me go for a second and then grab my wrists with force. I struggle, but it's futile as you pin them to my sides. Now I can feel your breath on my skin and the anticipation makes me take a deep breath until I feel your teeth scrape up my neck. Taking my earlobe into your mouth and sucking I can feel the contrast of rough stubble and the soft hair of your beard against my flesh. My mind wanders and I feel a tingle between my legs as I imagine how the sensations would feel on my pussy. I involuntarily spread open my legs a bit and whimper softly.
"Whats the matter kitten?" your voice caresses my ear.
I struggle a bit more against your hold, wanting to feel your power, and you reward me with a tighter grip on my wrists. You lower your head and nuzzle your chin into the cleft between my breasts inhaling my lavender scent. Still cinching my wrist between your thumb and index finger, your hand has no problem yanking down the front of the top exposing a pale, round breast. You lift the soft globe up to your teeth and nibble your way to my nipple , taking it between your lips and sucking furiously. I squirm against you as the electricity of your touch travels through my body. A faint feral sound escapes my lips.
"Was that a purr or a meow?" you ask, mocking me with your tone of voice. I respond by trying wiggle out of your hold but you just bite down on my captured nipple. Again I respond in sounds of purely female pleasure. You laugh, "Stop fighting me and I will give you more". You cautiously let go of my hand. I reach for the top of your head and yank on your hair. , "Fighting is fun", I hiss aggressively.
"Fine" is all you say in reply.
Grasping both my wrists in one hand, you use your free hand to unfasten and pull off your belt. When you let go of me, for a second, I use the opportunity to try to squirm out from under you. But you are too fast. Your hands grab me around the waist and push me face down on the sofa. Quickly you dig your knee into my back holding me in place then I feel your hands at my throat. "Time to collar the bad kitty". Working fast, the the leather belt is slipped around my neck and I feel the pressure as you cinch it. A makeshift collar and leash. I pull at it but you jerk it gently and the collar presses on my throat. Ouch.
You laugh quietly, "Caught ya".
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