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Dropping my robe to the floor, I unzip the front of the suit and remove it from the hanger. I ease one leg in at a time and savor the power I feel as the suit engulfs me tightly. The long metal zipper runs from my neck all the way down in between my legs, allowing easy access to my sex. I finish off my outfit by stepping into my tall black stiletto boots that zip up to my knee. Once I’m suited up, I move back over to the counter and sit down.
I secure my hair into a tight, high ponytail and allow the long mane to fall down my back. It’s amazing how much different the sleek hairstyle transforms the way I look and feel. Reaching into my makeup case, I select the dark charcoal color eye shadow, knowing how well it accents my eyes. I finish off my dramatic look, by adding a layer of bright, fire engine red gloss to my lips.
There always seems to be a few final adjustments when wearing risky costumes like this. Everything must be in the perfect place to accentuate the areas of our body we want to bring attention to. I pull the zipper down a bit more in the front of the suit, revealing more of the defined crevice of my chest. It’s always fun to tease them, to make the man beg for it. Men love for women to dress provocatively for them. It allows them to fantasize about what lies beneath the outfit.
Once I’m done, I take a final look at my reflection, startled at how radical the change. This always brings my mind to where it needs to be in order to get fully into my Dominatrix character. As I walk out the door, my excitement begins to build. It’s finally time to release all of the tension that’s built up today. If this guy wants my time, he better damn well get ready to pay.
Chapter Sixteen
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
PAYNE
The delicious aroma of rich wood and leather combined with the intricate detail of the long braided whips hanging on the wooden wall case is enough to make me insane with desire. I stare at the shiny metal shackles on the bed with anticipation and need. Being surrounded by a room full of temptation is enough to send adrenaline coursing through me like a raging wildfire. Every inch of my body is trembling as I fight to hold myself together. Minutes seem to pass by like hours while I sit and wait for h
er to enter the room. And then, just when I think I’m about to lose my cool, the door finally opens.
Once she comes into view, I’m stunned by the startling transformation in front of me. Devyn’s long, wavy, light brown hair is now sleek and tightly pulled up onto the top of her head in a high ponytail. Her beautiful eyes are smoked heavily with dark eye shadow. Each cheek of her flawless face is reddened heavily with rouge. Those delicious plump lips glisten with bright red lipstick, the color of cherries.
Fuck! My dick aches to have those lips around its base.
The glossy black vinyl suit clings to every voluptuous curve of her tight hot body. Those full, luscious tits tease me as they battle to stay contained in her outfit. My eyes hungrily follow the silver zipper downwards to her crotch. As I close my eyes, I can visualize unzipping the outfit to see her beautiful pink folds. I’d take my time and spread her apart, tasting her delicious sex with my tongue. Once I hear her heels on the floor, I open my eyes and follow her every move as she twists that sweet ass over to me.
God-fucking-damn!
She seductively eases her fingertip into my shirt, playfully tugging at my top button. “Don’t you think you’re a bit overdressed?” Before I can answer her, her hands grip the sides of the fabric. In one vicious pull, she jerks it open, sending a spray of buttons flying across the room. Seemingly humored by her actions, she bites down on her lower lip to suppress her smile and then continues to pull the shirt the rest of the way off my body.
The instant she sees my chest, she steps back, tilting her head in deep confusion. It’s obvious she realizes I’m not the guy who booked the room. I wait for her to say something, but instead she steps forward and angrily grabs the top of my hood to make me look up at her. Feeling my control begin to slip, I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep myself contained.
“Are you trying to play games with me? Who the fuck are you?”
I look down, hesitating to give her the response she is looking for. I know she’s expecting an explanation, but I have to be careful how to answer her. The very last thing I need is her recognizing me before I’m ready. Deepening my voice, I come up with a quick cover.
“I made a bet with my friend. He doesn’t think I can handle you.”
My reply seems to amuse her. She releases my hood and drags her finger around my body as she walks behind me.
“Oh, really? And what makes you so sure that you’re going to win the bet?”
“I never lose.” I quickly reply, trying to get her riled up by my cockiness. I want her to get pissed. I want her to do her damnedest to prove me wrong.
“You never lose, huh? Well, isn’t that funny?” She leans in and whispers into my ear. “Neither do I.” I feel the sharp twinge of her steel spiked heel as it digs into my back. If she’s waiting for a reaction from me, she’s in for the surprise of her life.
“My, my…it looks like we have a tough boy here. Well, I happen to love tough boys. I make them cry in here, like the fucking babies they really are.”
I can’t stop the loud laugh that escapes me. I don’t know what kind of weak fuckers she’s had in here in the past, but there’s no way in hell that anyone will make me cry.
Ever.
“Do you think this is fucking funny?” Suddenly, my head is violently yanked backward, and I stare up at a look of murderous rage on her beautiful face, fascinated by how the muscles in her jaw tense.
Good. I’ve struck a nerve. Come on. Bring it, baby.
She releases my head and pushes me forward onto my stomach with her foot. Bearing down more weight, she maliciously twists her ankle back and forth, digging the spiked stiletto heel deeper into my spine. As I feel the searing jab, I have no doubt she’s broken the skin. She reaches down and firmly grabs my wrists, pulling them behind my back. Right now, I can easily break free from her hold, but I’ll let her have her little fun. The rough feel of the hemp rope against my skin makes me smile inside. It's the same type of rope I choose to use on women. I love seeing the abrasions that it leaves on their delicate skin.
One by one, she vigorously ties my arms together, tugging hard on the rope to secure the knots into place. When she’s done, she forcefully rolls me onto my back. Confident of her work, she sashays away, disappearing into the dark corner of the room. I waste no time taking advantage of the situation. From left to right, I gently rotate my wrists, careful to not give away what I’m doing. It only takes me a couple of attempts to free myself, but for now I will pretend to have my hands bound.
“There are so many lessons you need to learn.” Her voice echoes from across the room. I lift my head up, but from where I’m lying, I can’t see her.
“I think we’ll start first by teaching you some manners.”
The loud swipe of the match against the box sends shivers through me. After twenty-two years, that sound still haunts me. When my father went into his drunken rages, he used to sit in the dark living room, striking matches and sticking them on my arm. No six-year-old kid should ever have to deal with that shit.
The flickering flame grows closer with each step she makes. I watch as the glowing amber color dances off her face. For a few moments, she stands over me, not speaking, not moving. She doesn’t have to tell me what her plans are, the tall red votive candle in her hand speaks for itself. The sides of her mouth slowly lift in a sly, smug smile as she passes the candle across my face, back and forth, threatening to tip it over at any moment.
“What’s the matter, tough boy? Scared?”
Devyn laughs and sits the candle beside of me. I feel the cool leather of her boots as she steps over my body and straddles me, resting her ass on my pelvis. My hard cock throbs at the closeness of her sex. Keeping her eyes on me, she brings her free hand up to her mouth and bites down on the tip of the glove, seductively pulling it off with her teeth and dropping it by my head.
She leans down to me, ever so gradually, while shoving her luscious tits closer and closer to my face. My hungry eyes land on their beautiful crevice, and I lick my lips with anticipation. They’re practically begging for me to release them out of that tight suit. I slowly lift my eyes to meet hers. An evil expression has now overtaken her beautiful face.
Out of nowhere, a sharp sensation radiates in my skin. A wicked smile grows wider as she digs her well-manicured nails deeper into my flesh, dragging them from my neck, downwards to where the head of the dragon tattoo begins on my chest.
“Mmmm.” She purrs while reaching over to pick up the candle beside her. “So very, very pretty. But I think the dragon could use a bit, more… red.” I tense my body and brace for the searing pain as she tips the glass above me.
Fiery red liquid leisurely falls from the rim and splatters onto my bare chest, instantly hardening on contact. Even though it hurts like hell, I’ve certainly handled much worse than this before. Mastering the art of controlling pain is not easy. But, after all the Special Forces military training I’ve undergone, I’m damn good at suppressing it. As a soldier, you have to be able to control your body’s reactions to everything. You never know when you may be captured and tortured by the enemy.
Determined to prove a point, she lifts the glass up above my abdomen and pours another long line down the middle of my stomach, pausing to allow it to pool into my navel. Biting down on the inside of my mouth, I manage to keep my body completely still, which only serves to piss her off even more.
“Still trying to be a brave boy, I see. Do you fucking think that impresses me one little bit?”
Once again, she yanks my head up by the top of the hood. The powerful spirit in her eyes is completely turning me on. I fucking love that she thinks she’s a little spitfire because I know she’s not. My face widens into a grin. Now is the perfect time to push her harder.
“I’m not here to impress you. I’m here to call you out.”
Instantly, she releases her hold and drops my head, backing away from me. It’s as if my words had blatantly slapped her across the face.
“Call me out on what?”
“Face it, you’re a fraud. I’ve been in lots of these kinds of rooms before. You’re sure as hell, not a Dominatrix.”
“How dare you?”
She narrows her eyes at me, her fury now in complete and full view. Even though she’s full of rage right now, she’s never been more vulnerable. Doubt begins showing through in her expression. I’ve interrogated enough people to recognize all the signs. Her rapid breathing, the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her jittery eye contact, all of them, signs of nervousness.
