Seduction: The Story of M (9 page)

He ordered champagne first, instructing the waiter to leave the bottle and come back in 20 minutes for our orders.
  The restaurant was quite eloquent. The ceiling was high and the center of the room held a very large and beautiful chandelier. The tables were well spaced all containing long white tablecloths. To accentuate the table, a single real red rose. The dining room looked about half full with different couples,
strange couples.

 
There was a woman in a lovely white gown that had yet to bring her arms above the table and her date was feeding her.
Odd
, I thought.  The man’s white overcoat was draped across the back of her chair. I wondered if her hands were cuffed, her chair was seated against the wall, and it was hard to tell. I took a sip of my champagne and noticed his eyes fixated on me.

“I hope you’re not checking for an escape route.”
His tone was so serious it startled me.

I smiled at him. “No
, Sir.”

“Do you like seafood?”

“Yes,” I turned in my chair a little getting more comfortable.

“How does it feel when you move in that chair?”

“It’s a bit uncomfortable, Sir, but not unbearable.”

“Good
.” he smiled.

“Uncross your legs and then cross them again with the opposite leg.”

I gave him a puzzled look but did so. I’m sure he knew this was causing me mild degrees of discomfort as I watched a smile form on his lips.

“Does that movement remind you of my cock at all?”

I blushed that he was talking about this in public. He didn’t seem to be lowering his voice much either. That alone made me want to squirm more in my seat.

“Yes
, Sir.” I tried to smile.

“Does it remind you of how good it felt only hours ago? Or does it remind you of how painful it was when I took you hard and filled you, watching your quivering body beneath me, listening to you scream during orgasm?”

“Bit of both, Sir,” I knew I was blushing now. I watched his smile turn to a semi grin as I sipped at the champagne.

“I saw your interest in the woman at the table ahead of ours.”

I looked abruptly into his eyes wondering if he noticed her too.

“You were wondering if she was cu
ffed and why he was feeding her.”

“Yes, I did notice
, Sir.”

“She is cuffed and willingly. And the woman a few tables behind us is willingly wearing a ball gag too. “

I knew my eyes grew a little larger and my instinct to want and turn to look was hard to fight.

“I don’t understand
, Sir.” I shifted and crossed my legs back to my own preference.

“This entire establishment is booked this week by people like me, people who live a certain
lifestyle
. You need really good credentials to be accepted to stay here for this week.”

I am sure he knew he was starting to scare me a little.

“I’ll explain more to you as we enjoy dinner. The waiter is on his way over.”

We hadn’t even looked at the menu
, yet he ordered for both of us, ordering me a lovely seafood platter.

He went on to explain that we were at a hotel that allows a select number of people to book this entire place for one week every year. Only people into the BDSM lifestyle are allowed
to stay and participate. That it’s almost like a convention of sorts.

“Excuse me Sir,
are you saying that there are other women here… they were abducted?” I watched him shift in his chair a little before he responded. I noticed a hint of nervousness as he reached over and placed his hand on mine.

“No, I’m sure not all of them.” He tried to force a smile.

“I’m sure that most of these women checked in with the men at their tables. In fact you may be the only women here right now that didn’t walk into this hotel completely of your own free will.  But you
are
the only one who is currently sitting here at dinner with me of her own free will.” He slipped his hand slowly from mine and refilled my champagne just as our food arrived. I didn’t know what to think at the moment. This was certainly a shock and hearing it while we were in public.

My mind was flooded with thoughts and images while we ate our food. I wondered what went on in the other rooms. I wondered why some women willingly subjected themselves to these types of men.
Why was I doing so, right now?

Remnants
of the amazing orgasm he gave me and how I felt afterwards gave me a slight idea. This was all so bizarre to me. I would never have agreed to any of what he had done to me had I been given a choice, yet I was sitting there, knowing that I could get up and leave at any time.

“You look a bit confused Misty. Are you wondering why you are still here?”

I had that how did you know look on my face when I answered him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Some things can only be explained by experiencing them Misty. Would you have come here willingly had I asked you back in that bar you work at?
 Would you have believed me when I told you I could change your life and offer you something truly amazing if you would trust me and allow me to do the things I have done to you? Certainly not, but now at this moment you
are
still sitting here.

“
Thus, what I have done to you has intrigued your mind as well as your body even though your first instinct would have been rejection to all of it, and now I dare say, I think you might just enjoy more of it?”

How does he do that?
It was like he was inside my head, scary yet I enjoyed it.

“Yes Sir, that is quite accurate
, actually.” I tried to withhold a modest blush.

He reached over and gave me a tender smile as he stroked my cheek. “One more day
, princess, and you will make your choice.” He whispered, winking at me.

The second bottle of champagne was half gone when we finished our meal. I was feeling a little tipsy and sipped at my drink far more slowly. The waiter cleared our table and asked if we would like desert or drinks. He politely answered no for the both of us and handed the waiter his credit card.

***

When we entered the room he shut the door and grabbed me
, shoving me into the wall rather forcefully.  He took hold of my arms and holding them outstretched while he pressed himself into me. He kissed me hard while drawing my arms above my head against the wall. The smell of alcohol between us was intoxicating as he ravished my mouth. He held my wrists in one hand above me, and mauled my breasts with the other. He pulled from my mouth in a fury and told me to keep my hands up while he stripped me of my dress. The champagne had made us both a little randy.

He removed
the dress roughly and then turned me so that I was facing the wall. He used his body, pinning me back to the wall with his hands on my shoulders. I felt his hard cock in the small of my back as he bit, sucked and kissed my neck.  I whimpered and moaned. He took a good deal of my hair in his hand and pulled my head back against him, his other hand moving swiftly to my pussy, his fingers eager to part my folds and intrude my wet cunt.

“You’re wet
,” he whispered against my ear as he ran his tongue down my neck.

“Yes
, Sir,” I breathed heavily.

He pumped hi
s fingers in and out rapidly. Letting go of my hair, he cupped his hand around my throat, pulling my head to his shoulder as he tightened his grip. He pulled me away from the wall while keeping me pinned to him like that.

“Why are you so wet when I have barely touched you princess?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“Is it because you know what I can do to you? That now that you have experienced how I can unmercifully pull that little bitch in heat out of
you, your mind and body is begging for more?”

Oh my
God, just hearing him say it caused me to involuntarily squeeze his fingers with my pussy. I felt a weakness in my knees and my hands trembled just slightly as I replied, “Yes, Sir.”

He pulled me back hard against his body driving his fingers to the hilt in my cunt.
I whimpered turning my head to the side. He held me there forcefully like that and turned his head kissing me hard. I almost felt like I had to fight just to breathe.

His fingers tightened around my neck and it fel
t like he was pulling me into him while he raped my mouth with his. His fingers curled inside of me while he pressed his palm into my pubis, my clit was throbbing.

“You want to come don’t you
, princess?”

“Yes
, Sir,” I groaned.

“My, what a little slut you have become.”
He chuckled, loosening his hand from my throat and cupped it around my chin and jaw, keeping his face close to mine so I couldn’t pull my head from his shoulder. He started to pump his fingers lavishly in my pussy again. I felt his cock jump against the small of my back and I moaned.

“I could make you come right here in the middle of the hallway couldn’t I
, my feverish little bitch?” His fingers were jutting rhythmically while his palm thudded against my swollen wet lips and clit. I could hear the sound of my wetness against his hand. I squeezed at his fingers and closed my eyes knowing I would come very soon if he kept it up.

“Yes Sir.”

“Open your eyes, bitch.” He ordered and pulled his fingers up tight into my pussy and held them there.

I opened my eyes looking at him almost wondering if I had done something wrong the way he stopped so abruptly.

“You’re going to ask permission before you come tonight, do you understand?” He let go of my face and moved his hand to my breasts, squeezing them hard and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

“Yes
, Sir,” my voice quivered.

He began moving his fingers again slowly in and out of my pussy while he tortured my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, telling me not to close my eyes again.
Taking his fingers out of me long enough to pinch my swollen clit and then rubbed it furiously with his thumb while he kissed and bit at my lower lip. He slid them back up inside and plunged them harshly over my g spot. I whimpered, wanting to close my eyes and thrust my head deeper back into his shoulder.

“May I come
, Sir?” I asked, feeling the beginning of climax.

“No.”
He held his fingers still for a moment, sliding his other hand to my pussy. Using two fingers he pressed them firmly against my clit while his fingers inside remained still.

“Please
, Sir, May I come?” I moaned, as my clit throbbed beneath his fingers.

He pulled his fingers from my sloppy wet cunt and slid them up my torso and along my neck, and then put them int
o my mouth. I sucked on them, closing my eyes, tasting myself. He removed them quite rapidly and quickly slapped my face. I winced and cried out.

“I told you not to close your eyes.”
He growled, pinching my clit rather harshly and unexpectedly.

“Yes Sir, I’m sorry
, Sir.” I pleaded, my hips thrusting back.

“No, you may not come. You’re going to earn
your orgasm you feverish little whore.”

He brought both hands to my shoulders and pressed his fingers in around my
collarbone and squeezed. He lowered his head and bit at my neck, sucking and biting as he made his way to the bottom of my jaw.

“On your knees,
” he commanded in a low growl as he pressed down on my shoulders.

I sank to my knees feeling his fingers leave my flesh. He moved and stood in front of me, while he opened his belt and pants. He let them drop to the floor around his feet. He held his erect cock in his hand, pulling back on the skin
and exemplifying his swollen, plump, slightly purplish head.

“Do you want it?”
he taunted as he stroked it before my lips.

“Yes Sir.”
I whispered.

“Show me. Come get what you want
, princess.” He moved out of and away from his pants, taking a few steps backwards.

I put my hands on the floor, moving his pants in the process and crawled to
wards him.

“I want you to ask permission before you touch or taste my cock. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” I looked up at him. “May I please suck your cock, Sir?”

“No.” He
moved back yet again. “This time when you crawl to me, show me that you really want to suck my cock, and get that ass in the air while you move.”

I crawled to him again, moving slowly, letting my body sway as I kept my eyes on his cock. I arched my back letting my ass rise high behind me. I ga
pped my mouth open and licked my upper lip, then slowly bit my lower one as I reached him. “May I
please
suck your cock, Sir?” I looked into his eyes, trying to sound seductive.