Kara looked down and tapped her fingernails on the glass, deciding what to offer him first.
He splayed his hands on the countertop, amused, ceding to her will for the moment.
“Okay. So what would you recommend, English?” His eyebrows flicked up and a lazy smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
She reached out and slowly unknotted his tie, tugging it from around his neck as she reached into the glass cabinet for a black leather riding crop.
“Do I get to take your clothes off too?”
“Not yet.” She stroked the end of the crop down her neck, closing her eyes as she moved it across the swell of her breasts.
“That would look even sexier if you lost the dress,” Dylan said, his voice rich, deep and very, very interested.
Kara licked her lips, contemplating his suggestion. He was right, of course. She rounded the counter and presented her back to him, turning to glance suggestively over her shoulder. “Unzip me?”
He thought he had the upper hand, but he was dead wrong. He was coming first tonight, whether he wanted to or not. She steeled herself as his fingers brushed her back, and closed her eyes and bit her lip when his mouth lingered warm against her neck as he slid the zip all the way down to her backside. She held it in place with one arm, stepping away and turning to face him before letting it drop to the floor.
She’d dressed carefully, knowing that she wanted to seduce him. Her corset – deep ruby with black seams - cinched her waist in and pushed her breasts up, transforming her into his very own vintage dancing girl.
It didn’t quite cover her breasts. It lifted them up and offered her exposed nipples to him like sweet cherries.
She licked her lips and traced the leather crop down the side of her neck again, this time drawing it down around her nipple. He tracked it with his eyes, watching her stroke herself for him.
She placed the crop in his hand and unbuttoned his shirt, trailing her nails down his skin as she went.
Then she turned to the side, placed her elbows on the glass counter, and cupped her chin delicately in her hands. Her tiny silk knickers hid nothing of the curves of her bottom.
“No one’s ever spanked me before. I’d like you to be my first.”
He stepped closer, and Kara jumped a little as he stroked the cheek of her ass with the crop. She wasn’t lying. Spanking wasn’t something that had ever happened in her sex life before.
“You would, huh?” He trailed the crop down the backs of her thighs, feather-light over the tops of her suspenders. “I’m not sure I want to mark your beautiful creamy ass,” he said thoughtfully.
“Please? Just once?” she breathed. “I want to know what it feels like… and I want you to be the man who shows me.”
He licked his lips. “Close your eyes, English.”
She gulped, closing her eyes, her heart beating crazy fast in her chest. He ran the crop down between the cheeks of her ass, lower between her legs, over the silk there.
“You look sexy as fuck,” he said, his voice thick with lust. And then he bought the crop down on her, sharp enough to make her cry out. Fuck, it hurt, and fuck, she wanted him to do it again, only harder.
“More,” she whispered, and he did.
The pain was momentary, sharp, thrilling. Kara was exhilarated, high already on the endorphins, ridiculously turned on.
“Harder,” she gasped, and he did. The lash fizzed white-hot across her buttocks for the third time, an exquisite sharpness that was a hair’s breadth on the right side of bearable.
“Enough,” he said, placing the crop down on the glass counter top, then leaning down to place a trail of hot kisses on her stinging skin. He licked lower, his tongue and hands roaming all over her ass. He’d enjoyed it too, his low groans of appreciation told her so. He was turned on as much as she was, and once more she was overwhelmed by the need to let him between her legs. He was almost there already, his teeth grazing her thighs as he dropped to his haunches behind her. And then he tilted his head and he was there, the barrier of her knickers ineffectual against the searing heat of his mouth. He scorched her, his tongue moving against the silk.
“Let me in, English,” he said. If she did, he’d have her in seconds. She’d been ready ever since he’d slammed her against the wall in reception and put his hand up her skirt.
If it hadn’t been his birthday she’d have opened her thighs and welcomed him in, but as it was, she grit her teeth and stood up, turning until he was in front of her, still on his haunches. He shook his head, laughing softly as he planted a kiss against her pubic bone and stood up too.
“You will come before I do,” he said as he shook his shirt off his shoulders.
Kara laughed, shaking her head slowly, raising one delicate shoulder as she dropped her eyes and played with her nipples. She was going to win this battle. She counted to five before raising her gaze again, giving him time to really appreciate watching her touch herself.
She stepped away from him, running her fingers over the shelves as she decided on his next birthday gift.
“There are so many things I’d like to give you,” she said. He didn’t take his eyes off her.
She picked up a large, deep purple vibrator. “This maybe?” She slid her hands down the shaft. “Would you like to fuck me with this, Sailor?”
He stepped closer, and she noticed the harsh movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.
“Because I’d like you to,” she said, running the tactile rubber down her stomach and between her legs.
Dylan’s lips parted slightly, his eyes molten as he took the vibrator from her fingers and placed it on the counter behind them beside the crop.
“Another time, baby,” he whispered, dragging her against him. “Tonight I need to fuck you properly.” His fingers explored the stinging cheeks of her ass as he kissed her. She relished the heat of her buttocks under his palms. “Feel what you’ve done to me, Kara.” His erection strained hard against her.
She reached down between them and massaged him, making him groan.
“I think you’re ready for a special present.”
She slid his zip down and pushed her hand inside. Her stomach turned somersaults as her fingers curled around him, iron hard silk as he rocked himself in her hand.
She had him naked within seconds.
“Do you trust me, Dylan?” she whispered against his ear, working his shaft slowly.
“Right now? With my life,” he groaned, fondling her breasts.
She reached for his discarded tie. “Good.” She led him to sit on a high backed chair and covered his eyes with his tie, knotting it behind his head.