Fatima’s escapades – part 3 by SexiScorpio..,
Fatima realizes that the man she’s meeting as a marriage proposition is the same man she had met at the park a few days ago. , Fatima paced anxiously in the living room waiting for Irfaan to pick her up for gym. This was all his idea. He’d ended up being the same stranger from the park. She couldn’t believe her handsome stranger had turned out to be the same guy she was supposed to meet as a marriage proposition. Her father’s business partner had wanted Fatima and his son to meet each other.
Irfaan was delighted to find out that Fatima was the same woman from the park. He’d been afraid that he’d never see her again. He’d ended up fucking her in her parents kitchen the day before. She’d been amazing, absolutely driving him crazy with her eager willingness to submit to his every need. He wanted to know more of her. He needed to know more, to feel more, to discover more. He’d suggested to her parents he’d like to pick her up for gym every day and drop her off at the end of the 2hour workout session. The drive will allow him and Fatima to get to know each other better. Her parents had readily agreed, already loving the fact that Irfaan was even thinking of a future with their Fatima.
They had no idea that Irfaan had no intention of ever driving Fatima to the gym. He’d called his best friend Zain last night and booked a guest room at his friend’s guest lodge. He wanted a room everyday for two hours for the next two weeks.
Then he’d called Fatima and the two of them had talked on the phone for over an hour. She was funny, bubbly, easy to talk to and he loved speaking to her. He’d also found out what size she was in terms of clothes, breast size, waist size and shoe size. He’d then gone early in the morning to a lingerie shop he knew well and bought for her a black and red lace corset, with a black lace matching g-string, black fishnet thigh high stockings, a black and red garter belt, and finally, he’d found just the right pair of gorgeous black high heeled peeped toe shoes. The heels were six inch heels and Irfaan paused for a second, wondering if Fatima would manage with heels this high. He shook his head and laughed out loud. Well she had to learn, he snickered to himself and told the helper the size he was looking for. A size five, she’d said. Perfect.
He’d gotten everything wrapped up in a beautiful black and red lace box and had gone to the guest lodge to find out from Zain if his room was ready. Zain happily escorted him to the room he’d picked out for Irfaan. It was the presidential suite of his guest house and it was Irfaans for as long as he wanted at no extra charge. Irfaan carefully laid the box on the bed and put the high heeled shoes at the foot of the bed. He smiled in anticipation and turned around to find Zain eyeing him suspiciously.
“What are you up to Irfaan?”
Zain asked him. Irfaan merely smiled in response.
“You’ll see.”
Irfaan winked at Zain and walked out of the room, leaving his friend baffled and shaking his head. He then followed Irfaan out, closed the door and locked it, handing the keys over to Irfaan.
Fatima couldn’t believe how nervous she was. She wore her usual black cloak with a black headscarf. She always dressed this way to go to gym because she will change into her gym attire in the change rooms. Last night, however, she’d taken extra care to wash her hair and straighten it with her hair iron. She’d probably take the headscarf off when she was with Irfaan. She had no idea what she was going to be doing with him for two hours. He’d asked her for her clothing and shoe size. He’d called her after leaving her place last night and they had spoken on the phone for over an hour. She’d loved every minute of talking to him. He was so easy to talk to, and his teasing manner made her more comfortable. She’d been a little sad to hang up the phone, but now she was minutes away from seeing him. She kept scolding herself silently. She was already threading on dangerous ground, and she needed to slow down. She couldn’t be falling for him this soon. What if he was just having fun? She needed to guard her heart and she needed to keep her head on her shoulders. Literally and figuratively.
Fatima walked tentatively out of the bathroom and stood in front of Irfaan, her gaze on the floor. She looked so innocent, yet so sexy. Irfaan sucked in his breath sharply. His bulge was almost instantaneous as he walked over to her.
“You look absolutely gorgeous Fatima!”
He whispered huskily as he drank in the sight of her. Fatima slowly straightened her posture and raised her eyes to meet his stare head on. She smiled more confidently and her tongue flicked across her bottom lip. Her lip gloss glistened against her soft, pink, plump lips. Irfaan groaned sexily, and took a step back in order to gain control of himself. She was so sexy, so vulnerable, so innocent, he wanted to pound her hard, deep and fast until she sobbed with pleasure…
But first, he had to compose himself. He was supposed to be in control here. He grabbed her by the waist and pushed her backwards gently towards the thick mahogany bedpost at the corner edge of the king sized Victorian Style bed. When her back made contact with the bedpost, Irfaan grabbed both her wrists and lifted her hands above her head. He took off his tie and began tying her hands to the bedpost. Fatima gasped when she realized what he was doing. Irfaan looked deep into her eyes and asked her softly,
“Fatima, do you trust me??”
She simply nodded because she was so turned on by this idea, her throat had become dry and speaking wasn’t an option.
“I will never hurt you baby, I promise!”
Irfaan whispered ever so gently and his eyes spoke volumes. Fatima saw complete sincerity in their depths, and for the first time in her life, she found herself surrendering to this man and to his will completely.
Irfaan then reached into his back pocket and pulled out a black satin scarf. He was going to blindfold her too. Fatima was breathing heavily now. Her heaving chest emphasized her beautiful breasts and Irfaan bent down to kiss between her mounds, causing Fatima to instinctively arch her back and moan in soft pleasure. Irfaan took a step back to admire her. God, she was fucking beautiful! He felt a moment of total pride because he realized she belonged to him. This beautiful, ripe, wanton vixen. Oh, he was going to unleash the wanton passion from deep within. He was going to take her to places of ecstasy she never knew existed.
Irfaan said in a stern voice,
“Whatever I do to you now, I want you to enjoy it. Feel every shiver, every ripple, every shudder. I want you to focus on the sound of your breathing…I want you to savor the feel of my hands and mouth all over your body…But, you’re not allowed to cum. Until I fuck you! Is that understood?”
Fatima gasped and squeezed her thighs together. Fuck, she was already getting wet and he hadn’t even started yet.
“And what if I can’t control myself and I cum before I’m supposed to?”