A short story inspired by a favourite bar of mine in central London.
You give me your hand as I slide out of the back of the black cab, holding my hand tightly in yours as you pay the cab driver. Then you lead me across the pavement, and into the bar, walking down the wide, red-carpeted stair case.
As we reach the bottom of the stairs you stop, turning me towards you & pulling me close to drop a soft kiss on my lips. Your hands roaming across the smooth skin of my back, revealed by the backless dress you asked me to wear, pressing me firmly against your body, briefly letting me feel the hard length of your cock against my stomach. Moving one hand up to the back of my neck you hold my head in place, searing my lips with a sudden, fierce kiss of possession that leaves me breathless. My hands grip your upper arms as I moan softly against your lips, my mouth opening beneath yours.
Just as quickly as it began you pull back, smiling down at my slightly dazed expression and you move away from me, once more taking my hand in yours & leading me towards the main bar area.
“Let’s go get a drink”, you say calmly, as I try & clear my mind & concentrate on what you are saying. We weave our way through the crowded room, my eyes focussing on your shoulders in the dark jacket of your suit.
When we reach the bar your arm slides around my waist once more, holding me to your side as you wait to be served. I look around the large room, up at the high ceiling with it’s painted clouds, and around at the other patrons. My hands nervously smooth down the skirt of my long dress, before moving up to fiddle with the slender silver chain I wear around my neck in place of my collar when we’re out.
I wonder what you have in mind tonight, as I recall your careful choice of outfit for me. A small smile lifts one corner of my lips as I remember you sitting on the side of the bed in the hotel room, the clothes you have set out for me lying neatly beside you.
I’m still wrapped in the large, soft towel from my shower, my hair twisted up into a knot on top of my head. You speak softly, telling me to come stand before you, and reaching out to tug the towel away from my body. I stand perfectly still, my eyes lowered as you inspect my body thoroughly, and though your hands remain by your side on the bed I react as if you’re touching me.
My nipples harden under your gaze, and I squeeze my thighs together. This earns me a sharp slap, the skin on my bottom turning pink, and I murmur an apology, moving my legs apart a little so you can view me unhindered.
Apparently you are satisfied with what you see, gesturing towards the clothes & telling me to get dressed, as you lean back against the headboard to watch me. I smooth the stockings you have chosen up my legs, then frown slightly realising there is no other underwear for me to put on.
“Something wrong?” you ask quietly, and I quickly shake my head, reaching for the dress you have picked out.
It’s floor length, with a halter neck, a little low cut to reveal my cleavage, but the most dramatic aspect is that it is almost entirely backless. Only a thin strap across the centre of my back, holding the sides in, as it dips almost to the cheeks of my bottom. As I slip it over my head, and let it fall into place the soft fabric hugs my rounded hips, flowing down to the carpet at my feet, with a long slit up the front, to mid thigh. I bend down & quickly slip my feet into my shoes, then turn to face you, my eyes seeking out yours.
You smile at me & get up from the bed, walking slowly around me, adjusting the position of the dress slightly until you are satisfied. Then you reach for my necklace, and fasten it at the nape of my neck, brushing a kiss beneath my ear as you do. I finally let out the breath I hadn’t realised I was holding, knowing you are pleased with how I look as you release my hair from the knot on my head, letting it fall around my shoulders.
I’m roused from my reverie by a pinch to my bottom, and I jump a little, smiling at you in apology as I take the glass of wine you are holding out. Sipping it slowly, savouring the cool, crisp flavour I ask if we’re going to find a table.
“No, not yet” you reply, steering me gently over to the wall beside the bar. Standing with your back to the room you move closer to me, reaching out your hand to brush a tendril of hair behind my ear. I shiver, responding to your touch, my lips parting slightly as I look at you, seeing that intent look in your eyes that I have come to love, and also fear a little. I know it always presages a test of my obedience to you, something you have dreamed up to amuse yourself perhaps, or even to fulfil a fantasy of mine.
Taking my glass from me, and setting it on a table you lean forward to whisper against my ear,
“Are you wet for me?”
I instantly feel a flush across my cheeks, and my pussy tightens. I am indeed wet, and you know it, know that I’ve been wet since I stood before you in the hotel room, naked. The kiss before we entered the bar had only made it worse, until the moisture was smeared across my inner thighs. Again, you know all this, know my body so well, yet you delight in pushing me to answer you, knowing I will blush & look down, as I do right now, whispering
“Yes Sir, I’m very wet.” I feel your smile against my cheek as you murmur softly
“Mmmm my good girl, though you know I have to check don’t you? I gasp at your words, unable to stifle the denial that comes to my lips. You draw your head back & look down at me with a small frown.“No?” I quail inwardly at the tone of disapproval in your voice, and start to stammer out an apology which you ruthlessly interrupt.
“Enough! Be quiet & do as you are told!” I nod, swallowing hard, recognising that tone in your voice that will brook no opposition. You move in closer, your body shielding mine completely from view of the rest of the room, and I feel your hand parting the slit in the front of my dress, and stroking my soft thighs, as you issue a quiet command
“Open your legs for me”. I look around quickly, certain someone will hear you, before moving my feet a few inches further apart. “Wider” you order, and I chew on my bottom lip as you wait patiently for a few moments, watching my internal struggle play out across my face. Your warm lips graze mine gently, before you pull back to look into my eyes, “You know I will always look after you” you reassure me. I relax at your words, and I’m rewarded by your smile as I obey your order.
Your warm hand slides higher between my legs, stroking the soft skin, making my breath catch in my throat. I’m torn between the sensations flooding my body at your touch, and my worry that someone will see what you are doing. You lower your mouth to my ear again, biting my ear lobe gently as your fingers brush across the lips of my pussy and I shiver.
“Mmmm, seems you were right my love, you really are very wet” you murmur against my ear, as your fingers seek out my clit. I let out a soft moan, and you chuckle softly, my whispered “Please….” ignored as you stroke my swollen bud, your fingers slick with my juices.
I lean my forehead against your chest, my breath coming in little pants, knowing my face is flushed with both arousal & embarrassment as you continue, teasing my clit mercilessly.
“I wonder if I should have you cum for me right here” you muse, as if to yourself & I hold my breath. I know you won’t hesitate if you decide that’s what you want from me. You won’t ask, you’ll take, wringing an orgasm from my body where I stand. My hands come up to clutch your shoulders, my legs unsteady as I struggle to control myself under your assault, my lips parted slightly and eyes already glazed.
To the rest of the room we look like a pair of lovers having a quiet, intimate conversation in the noisy bar. They can’t see that your hand is buried between my parted thighs, your fingers moving in relentless circles over my clit as moisture seeps from my pussy. My nipples are hard points, brushing against your chest, and you can hear the small sounds in the back of my throat, little whimpers of need as I tremble against you.
You bring your other hand up to my chin, tilting my face up to yours & kiss me gently as you slowly withdraw your hand from between my legs. I sag against you, torn between relief and disappointment, not wanting you to stop yet relieved that you won’t demand an orgasm from me in a crowded room.
Raising your glistening fingers, you brush them across my lips, pressing the tips gently into my mouth. My eyes locked onto yours I use my tongue to lick my juices from them. You watch me as I suck them clean, your eyes warm with approval, a small smile on your lips.
You pull me against your chest, your arms going round me, stroking my back quietly as you wait for me to regain my composure. You murmur soothingly in my ear, as my breathing slowly returns to normal, planting small kisses along my neck. Your quiet words of praise steadying me as much as your warm hands and body against mine. Once you’re sure I’m ok you draw back a little, leaving one arm around my waist & smile.
“Shall we go find our table now?” you ask, as you hand me back my glass & guide me across the room.
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