He paused her at the restaurant’s entrance. “I have a surprise for a naughty girl. Would you know any of those?”
Flustered but intrigued, she covered quickly, “as a matter of fact, I do.”
“Then,” Alex’s finger relished a slow journey over the luscious scape between her breasts, “she’ll have to follow my instructions, no questions asked. Do you think she could manage that?”
A strong and accomplished woman, asking Suki to agree to this, Alex knew, was no minor request.
Biting her lip, she nodded, the insistent tone of his voice making her damp.
“Take this to the restroom,” he dropped a spiked black leather collar into her purse, “come out wearing only your shoes, your coat, the collar… and your sluttiest smile.”
It was clear to her now why he had been so insistent that she wear the long faux fur and carry her larger purse. At least he wasn’t demanding she parade around the place naked. Fighting the urge to flee, she navigated the path to the back of the restaurant on legs weak with excitement.
Once she was out of sight, Alex texted Hunter and Brad; “It’s on.”
She was an exhilarating mixture of excitement and fear. Alex clearly had a plan. He had never done anything like this. She knew he had her best interests at heart.
Her lacy panties were soaked as she drew them down her long legs.
Having concealed everything in the bag, she checked that she was covered — covered as much as she could be. She was showing far more cleavage than she would like, which excited her to no end.
A ravishingly hot woman greeted her in the mirror as she stepped out of the bathroom stall. It took her a moment to realize it was her.
The coat’s fur was electric on her skin as she navigated back through the crowded room. She did her best to not be obvious, she could only hope that no one knew what the collar meant. Somehow in the chaos of the dining room, she was screaming sexiness, and attracting glances from both sexes.
She forgot all of that when she saw how Alex’s eyes drank in her beauty as she approached. It was as if she were the only person in the room.
She pressed her damp panties into his hand, knowing he loved anything to do with her pussy. He gazed into her eyes, smiling appreciatively as he savored her warm wetness.
“Good girl,” he held the door for her.
He encircled her in his arms as the valet brought round the car, “You’re radiant this way.”
In spite of her best effort, it was impossible to get into the car without the coat falling open. She maintained a graceful demeanor, but it was clear from the valet’s expression she had made his day.
Alex tipped him anyway.
He adjusted his erection as he belted in.
All bets were now off, everything from here on was virgin territory between the two of them. It was wild, and she loved every second of it. She was only slightly surprised when, reaching into the backseat, Alex produced a black velvet blindfold, demanding she put it on. She briefly considered cheating, but choosing to go fully in, she adjusted it so that she truly could not see a thing.
Alex caressed her bare knee as he drove. He turned up the car music, confounding her attempts to sense their location by sound.
It was painful to make small talk as she tried to appear calm and unaffected as she was tracking the turns and stops. Whenever she felt she had it, a smell or a sound would confound her most promising theory.
She had just surrendered to the moment when the car decelerated to a gentle stop.
It was no easy task to contain his excitement as Alex came round and opened her door. She was a bare nerve in the cool night air. Damp flowers nearby were blooming. Not far away, a medium sized dog barked.
“Are we here?” Suki asked expectantly, hoping for permission to take off the blindfold.
“We are,” a delicious vulnerability washed over her. Her mind was racing with all of the lewd secret fantasies she’d never tell anyone.
She accepted Alex’s deep kiss, feeling it all the way down to her womb. His hand slid inside her coat, lifting her breast as he took her mouth with his tongue. She found his hard cock and gave it a gentle pull through his pants. It didn’t register that this was outside on the street, though Alex had taken care to ensure that there was no one to see them.
He led her forward, his gentle support ensuring her safety. The temperature changed as they passed into a warm, welcoming room populated by the scent of candles. Soft music played. Something smelled sweet, something smokey. Somehow, she felt the space was large and open.
Sliding the coat from her shoulders, he made her stand, naked, as he fitted cuffs at her wrists.
“Click your fingers.”
She complied in her best beatnik style.
“That is your safeword.”
She was now officially terrified, intrigued — and dripping.
Tenderly Alex stretched her out on a soft bed. He drew her arms above her head, fastening the cuffs to ropes.
Stepping back, Alex’s eyes drank in her beautiful body. As often as he had seen her naked, she took his breath away every time. Her taut skin flowed over her feminine frame. Her ripe breasts rose and fell with her breath. It had all gone so well, and now it was finally happening.
Smiling, Hunter and Brad offered him a Bourbon. They quietly touched their glasses together, in tribute to the heavenly vision before them. They had shared the same drink weeks earlier as they laid out their perverse plan.
Hunter gave them each a feather and they took up positions around the bed.
Suki held the conviction that she was actually in her home, tied in the guest room bed, which she had never actually ever slept in.
A feather traced her collar bone. She tracked closely the sensation over her shoulders, along her neck, her face, and then ever so sweetly over the swelling globes of her perfect breasts. The sensation was a velvet sleigh ride. Her breathing deepened and slowed. Her tensions released, as the touch journeyed the vistas of her skin.
She let the cares of life fade away, and for these brief moments there was only the sensations on her skin. It had been a very long time since she had space to feel so deeply.
There was a second feather.
Too lost in the exquisite sensations, she didn’t question her image of Alex with a feather in each hand. It was in fact in Brad’s hand, who knew very well that she had not yet figured it out. He matched Alex’s pace as he traced along the defined muscles of her arms, taking care in her pits to touch but not tickle. Gliding over the taught skin of her breasts, he slalomed the black diamond runs of her slopes, slowing to investigate the bumpy edges on the rim of her dark rose areola — now forming up hard and inviting.
Deep in her mind, her arousal was starting to whisper after her attention.
Could it possibly be a third feather now at her forehead just where her hair stopped? She relished its touch as it entangled lightly in her brows, tugging them deliciously.
It travelled down her nose, lingering agonizingly close to a tickle.
At her nipple, feathered fingers, a million tiny tongues, touched every particle in her achingly erect point. Warm surges were shooting directly to her clit, making her effort to keep her legs together the singular result of a heroic, ill fated, act of her rapidly dissolving rational self.