Silken Desires
from me.” Linda’s laughter filled the large room.
    “In the past I’d bring willing subs here for
the playroom. It’s been awhile, but I did so on her days off, or
after she went to sleep. She knew I had people here, but understood
they were just passing through and that they weren’t anything
special.” Now he really looked at her. Had he just implied she was
something special?
    She didn’t respond and looked down to her
hand wrapped in his. She pulled away from his grip and stood to
walk around the room. Her body moved elegantly from one wall to the
next looking at photographs and artwork. She finally stopped at the
ceiling to floor window overlooking his pool surrounded by a patio
and garden barely visible in the moonlight.
    “Jonathan, I want you to take me to your
playroom.” She didn’t turn around, but he saw her looking at him in
the reflection of the window.
    Jonathan stood and walked up slowly behind
her, keeping their eyes locked on one another. “I only take
experienced, consensual subs in there. In that room I become
someone else, and I’m not sure that you could handle it, or that
you’d like my other self.”
    “Try me,” she breathed.
    Jonathan reached around her and grabbed her
breasts, massaging them as he brought his mouth to her neck. He
kissed, sucked and bit her soft skin. Her chest rose and fell
rapidly. She tried to turn around, but he held her firmly in place
as he continued what he was doing.
    “Jonathan.” She tried to turn around in his
arms once again, but he didn’t allow her any movement.
    “Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips to
silence her. Keeping eye contact in the glass, he ran his finger
across her lips and pressed against them, asking for entry. Her
lips parted and he slowly slid a finger into her warm, moist mouth.
He pumped in and out a few times as she sucked and licked around
his fingertip, never taking her gaze from his reflection. Her mouth
felt heavenly, and he was fully erect at the talent her tongue
worked.
    He pulled out from her mouth and trailed her
saliva along her neck, and she moaned. Letting go of her he
expected her to turn around, but when she didn’t move, he turned
her forcefully and pushed her back against the cool glass of the
window. Placing his hands on her shoulders he ran them down her
arms, and she shivered. Gripping her wrists he lifted them over her
head and held them there with one hand and lowered his other hand
to her blouse.
    He expertly unbuttoned her shirt, and
reached into her bra, pulling out a breast. He couldn’t wait to get
his mouth on her hardened peak. Bringing his hungry mouth down, he
licked and sucked it hard. She arched her back, pressing her chest
harder to his mouth. Still holding her wrists and sucking her
nipple, he dropped his hand and cupped it between her legs. She
gasped but wriggled her hips in invitation. He rubbed his palm hard
against her pussy, and continued until her breath was ragged, her
moans were intermittent, and she slammed her eyes shut.
    He let down her hands, stopped everything,
and then waited for her breathing to calm. Her eyes opened slowly.
“Take your clothes off. No talking. No moving. Do only as I say. If
you want to stop, or don’t like what we’re doing at any time,
simply say “red”. Understand? I promise at the sound of that word
I’ll stop everything, and we’ll be done for the night.”
    “Yes, I understand,” she whispered.
    “What happens out here will determine
whether or not we go into the playroom. If we do go inside that
room, you will address me as Sir, and no talking whatsoever unless
you are told.” He paused and couldn’t believe he was even offering
to do this with her. “That is my room, and we go by my rules. I’m a
greedy, bossy man once we step through that door, and in there I
use women for my personal gratification only. Do you still wish to
go to the playroom?”
    She nodded.

 
     
     
Chapter Eleven
     
    “Clothes off,” he demanded. She

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