I am always a little businesslike as I walk down the hall. At least I try to appear so, though I have no respectable excuse to be here. Inside I'm a always knot of excitement. He opens the door for me and I walk into the room. I hear the door click as he locks it securely behind us, then I exhale quietly. I drop my purse. I smile. Alone again. He walks purposefully towards me and pulls me into his embrace. I look up at him for a moment before he presses his lips to mine.
Our kiss is a little frantic at first. Tasting what we have missed. Gradually, we ease into our own slow, delicious, rhythm. All the stiffness and business in my posture melts as we kiss.
His hands span my waist. He squeezes me. He's looking for it.
"What? No corset?" he says in dramatic disappointment, "I thought you would wear it for me."
I pull back and look up into his eyes with a tone of mischief, "I brought it with me," I pause to lick my lips, "But if I had walked in here wearing it, that would mean I'm in charge."
He laughs, "Well we can't have that now, can we?" and gives my bum a playful slap.
I wiggle out of his hold and walk over to where I have left my purse.
Standing across the room, my back is angled to him, but not so much that he can't see as I slowly unbutton my blouse and shrug it off my shoulders. Then i unclasp my bra and slip it off, and next, I step out of my skirt. I am standing in my panties, stockings and heels as I make the most show of suggestively leaning over the bag to pull out the bundle of stiffened exquisite satin. I slowly return to where he is sitting on the bed and stand between his legs.
"Will you?" I ask softly, presenting him with the corset. "Please lace me?" As soon as the words are out of my mouth I feel a wash of arousal course through my body. I quickly look down in submission. I inhale a ragged deep breath as if already constrained.
"Good girl", he murmurs, his hand lifting my chin so I can look into his eyes again. He smiles, his hand slides behind my neck and he roughly pulls me down for a kiss. When his lips touch mine, his kiss is surprisingly soft. It soothes me and teases me at the same time. Relaxing yet exciting. His lips are warm and smooth. I love the feel of his beard on my skin. His teeth bite down on the inside of my lower lip and I shiver as the delicious nip of pain travels through my body. His hands caress my shoulders, travelling down my sides, spanning my waist as if to measure it. Then up, cupping and squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, but not quite hard enough to make me cum. I try not to tremble but the building excitement is intoxicating.
"Ok then," he says, releasing me matter of factly, "Lets fasten you up nice and tight for me."
He wraps the corset around my body. His hands roughly turn me to present the tiny hooks to his view. I patiently stand dead still so he can fasten the dozen or more minute clasps with his large hands. It seems to take forever, but at least he's laughing a little at the frustration of it.
"There we go" he declares with satisfaction. Finally done. I adjust my breasts into position as I turn and offer him my back. I feel the first tugs of the laces as he works them. Pulling at the middle, then his fingers yanking the crisscross weave at the top and bottom of the track of laces only to pull hard on the middle again. I inhale, I have no choice, the garment is tight, so very tight. Squeezing me into place.
"Let's see you," he demands. I twirl around, my hands on my hips, a sexy smile for him. "Perfect," he says as he runs his hands over my confined curves, "Beautiful". Hooking his thumbs at the edge of my panties he slips them off over my hips, "We don't need these". Then he grasps the garter fastenings and one by one clips them to my stockings, pausing to kiss the tops of my bare thighs, turning me as he goes.
The deliberate slow ritual of it all, combined with my confinement excites my breath into little shallow pants. I can see the tops of my breasts rapidly rising and falling, straining against the fabric already. I am facing away from him now. He sits on the bed. I am still standing and I feel somewhat like a doll for him to play with. "Spread your legs", he commands. I obey, of course.
His large hands swirl circles over the curves of my ass, squeezing me, pinching me. His lips kiss along next to the garter strap then he tugs it away, releasing it with a snap, stinging my skin as he kisses the other soft cheek. The scratch of stubble on my skin is driving me crazy. A hand reaches between my legs, quickly finding my clit. His fingers press down and start to work me hard and fast while kisses turn to bites and his caresses turn to erratic sharp slaps. I'm panting hard, little sounds escape me as he drives me harder and faster with his fingers.
He forcefully pushes me over as far as my restraints will allow. One hand holds the laces of my corset, and pulling, he cinches me in further. His palm flies up and slaps my pussy, stinging my swollen eager clit. I tremble as a wet finger pushes into me, and then another, spreading me apart. He starts to curl his fingers, stroking quickly inside me, he knows just the spot to tease. I'm gasping for breath as he reins me with my own prison of laces. My heart is pounding. The pleasure is intense, but so hard for me to isolate in my breathless state. I want to let go but i need more air.
I close my eyes and focus only on the oxygen in and out of my lungs. He continues to stroke me deep inside. His thumb brushes my clit and i jump. So he presses it down firmly and lets go of my laces. I fill my lungs with a rush of air and I cum hard squeezing and soaking his hand as i crumple back against him.
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