I felt as if my heart in my chest as James to beat and I drove west on Highway 95 toward Summerlin. If I had been in the SUV alone, I would have sent a text message to Gianna let him know that James and I dine in the restaurant that evening. But with James sitting next to me, warning time give not feel appropriate. I tried everything I could to hide my nervousness, but I felt as if James could see through me.
Does he know what I was a nervous wreck? Usually had a hand on my thigh a calming effect, but tonight it did not help.
He felt conspired against me as the forces of the universe. James insisted that we dine in his restaurant to try for us dishes that help could decide who to hire as the new leader. It would have been great on another night, but tonight, my girlfriend Gianna finished his shift as a waiter in the restaurant of James.
It had been a difficult 24 hours, and nothing seemed to help my bad conscience, to calm. I had participated in a threesome with James and Megyn, and I try to reassure me that due to the dominant type of James, I have no choice. However, I chose the rest of the night sex with Megyn time James slept spend, and it was impossible to justify myself and even harder to explain to Gianna.
Like James, she recalls so many complex emotions in me. A part of me missed him terribly and could not wait to see them. The other part of me feared the idea with her in the same room.
Twenty minutes later, we moved on to the restaurant. A footman opened the passenger door and greeted me with a warm smile. I went out and walked around the Escalade as James the keys to the young servant passed.
James pulled me to him and possessive put his arm around me.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Stop fidgeting, you look beautiful."
Unconsciously, I drew the short hem of the bright yellow, crumple halter dress that James had chosen to wear for me for the evening. As he pointed out, what I was doing, I immediately pulled the hem, fall on my thighs. I could not remember a time when I was so nervous, but I was desperately trying not to show it.
We entered the restaurant and were immediately greeted by David, the manager, who I recognized from our last visit a month ago.
"Good evening, Mr. Moretti," David said men shook hands vigorously.
David seems that I met him, be much more relaxed than the last time he and James were facing financial problems when a deputy director was stolen in the restaurant.
"Hello David" James said, smiling. "Do you remember Melanie."
"I know. It’s a pleasure to see you, woman," David said, as we shook hands.
David released my hand, then turned to James and began to speak.
"As you requested, I present the ballroom, and I’m going to start our three candidates directly their appetizers prepared if you will follow both me."
David led us in the restaurant and I searched the area for Gianna looking, but I have not seen. Like last month, the restaurant was packed and there were even people waiting in the lounge sitting. I could, as we entered the large dining room, say something David did decoration as we take it.
There were several new Italian frescoes prominent, and in the middle of the dining room, there was a large fountain, which really added to the romantic and intimate atmosphere.
Almost immediately, I felt hundreds of eyes on me. The aesthetic of elegant Italian decadent decor was a stark contrast to the bright yellow dress Neon Club, I was wearing, and sarcastic and mocking glances, remember that I received from the majority of older women. The vast majority of them were longer, dresses and more formal and conservative looking skirts.
It reminded me of when my older brother used to tease his girlfriend said that she dressed like a "prostitute church." That was really how I felt in the dress that James had chosen for me to wear it night.
As we go through the restaurant to the ballroom I went with James hung and I did my best to look ahead and ignore the rude jeers past people, we went. To make matters worse, James seemed to be going at a slow pace. It was as if we were walking, and I knew it had to be the door on the speed of its speed at a normal rate half.
Then I realized that it was not only an opportunity, he did it on purpose! He had to know how humiliating it was for me to get those nasty glances of women, and there was an attempt to extend this terrible experience slow walk, so everyone had a chance to insult me visually.
By the time we arrived at the banquet room I seethed with what James had done for me. I knew I probably looked visibly shaken and had to calm myself.
"If you go to both excuse me, I have to use the ladies’ room," I said softly, trying the extreme excitement to hide I feel inside.
James gave me a tender smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"Of course, sweetheart, it’s a question that I have anyway to talk David."
I forced the best smile I could, and turned around and went to the toilet. Fortunately, it was only from the banquet room and I did not suffer the humiliation, go back to the dining room.
When I left the banquet hall, I saw Gianna. They delivered the food at one of the tables in his section and almost immediately she saw me. His smile turned into a look of shock when she saw what I was wearing.
I pointed to the door of the toilet sign for them to meet me there, if she could, and she nodded her head slowly in affirmation.
I walked into the bathroom and luckily two women had just left when I entered. I have my first quick look in the mirror. My hair really well and kept my makeup still looked good.
I looked much better outside than how I felt inside. I went to the large cabin wheelchair over, sit on the toilet and closed the door.
James Why do this for me? Why would he put me through this? I could not believe that he would knowingly carry me something so bad, then make it worse, purposely to go by slowly, so that all the elderly would have to gape and giggle a lot of time in the dining room.
Was it a kind of punishment for something I have done?
I heard the door open bath which broke me of my thoughts.
"Mel?" I heard a voice saying softly.
"I’m here Gianna" I said softly and opened the car door.
She stepped into the cabin, and we quickly adopted, touching lips, that we share a tender kiss. He was so good to be with her and just being in his presence was immediately calmed down.
"How are you darling?" She said softly.
"I’m fine, I think."
"Well, I have to give you, you really know how to make a grand entrance," she said smiling.
Oh my God, she’s really seen in the dining room to walk?
"That’s the idea of James is to keep a low profile," I joked, trying to make light of what he had done to me.
She gave me a puzzled look.
"I think it’s his way, show or announce to everyone in the restaurant" eye candy "on the arm," she said in a serious tone.
I looked down and felt deeply embarrassed his statement. I had never thought of me, "eye candy" to appear in front of others. Of course, I liked to dress in sexy clothes and show a little, but only if it is appropriate, and if I come with all, like when I went clubbing. Gianna was right.
Make me wear these bright yellow club dress was the way James, to ensure that I am from everyone in the restaurant, and as he walked slowly, which was make everyone had the opportunity to see for myself.
This realization made me feel sick to your stomach.
"Mel listen, I’m sorry," she said softly. "It is not for me to say anything about how to dress decide. I’m glad to see you."
I pulled him in tight and we kissed passionately, slightly touched our tongues in romantic embrace. Amid all the chaos and turmoil that James did to me, Gianna was my rock and I honestly do not know what I would do without them.
We broke our kiss, "I have to go out on the floor in the honey, and you’d be better for this crazy man by you in connection set," she said, keeping her voice low.
We smiled at each other, as I saw them turn, and open the door to the cabin, then leave the bathroom.
I took a deep breath and walked the bathroom and James sit back in the banquet hall where I saw in the middle of the room at a large table. It was strange, the two of us alone in such a large space to accommodate at least a hundred people.
James stood up when he saw me approaching the table, and pulled my chair to help me my taking place. Like the rest of the restaurant the ballroom was beautifully decorated in a classic Italian theme with intricate moldings and show with large paintings representing different scenes from Italy. There were several crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, which was an elegant and romantic atmosphere of the room. The large table was designed with a sheet of crisp linen, fine china, glasses complex, and set three different crystal glasses for drinks.
They had obviously done a lot of updates, since we were here last month, because I the restaurant not remember almost be this elegant.
In an interview with Gianna my nerves had helped settle and I felt like James his hand on my thigh, I began to feel relaxed and comfortable. I’m still angry at the incident "in yellow color ‘, but I decided to give up, at least for now.
It was so nice with James to be alone, as we drank our wine and he told me about the various improvements they made to the restaurant, most of which I had already noticed.
A few minutes later David entered the room.
"The contributions will come soon Mr. Moretti and I find the server you want to talk, it will be here for a moment."
"Thank you, David," James said casually, as he turned and left the room quickly.
Before you the chance to ask James what was going on, appeared Gianna and walked towards us.
My complete surprise open mouth. Gianna was the server, who wanted to talk James? She had changed the uniform of his server and now wear a short skirt in white jeans and a top with pretty pink lace with sandals; probably the clothes she wore to work before they changed into their uniforms.
Once they reached our table, she began hesitantly to speak, "said David du wanted to talk to me."
She looked so nervous, I’m sure she thought she was struggling somehow.
James stood up and held out his hand. "I’m James Moretti, and it’s very nice to meet you"
I watched as they shook hands. Gianna expression softened as she began to realize that his boss was not excited with her.
I’m Gianna Fiscella, and it’s nice to meet you. "
"Am I right to think you’re Italian?"
She smiled: "Yes, Sicily, my family is from Palermo."
"I have a favor to ask you. Melanie and I would love if you would join us for dinner. I’m going to a new boss for the setting and we are different Italian dishes are sampling, and I would be grateful if you could give your opinion. "
I saw Gianna blushes easily. James could be so charming and smooth. Your interaction reminded me the first night we met, when he. Felt as if he had swept me off my feet
"I’d like to have dinner with you two," she said quickly.
"Please sit here," James said as he moved a chair to the left so Gianna would remain between us.
Over the next two hours, we sampled some of the most delicious Italian food I have ever eaten. The three leaders at the top of their game were as they prepared amazing Italian food for us to eat. We must try at least fifty entries, dishes and desserts.
While we enjoyed the delicious food, David sat with us and was demoted to the role of secretary, the entries and appetizers scribble we liked best and which did not appear than others so good to us.
While we were eating, Gianna James gave the impression of each dish. When James learned that she has been several times with his parents to Italy and traveled throughout the country to visit his parents, he really and valued his opinion heard on the various dishes we sampled. He seemed very interested to know who they tasted thought authentic Italian items compared to those who had "Americanized", as she called it.
James also asked Gianna over its course and what kind of specialization in nursing, which it intends to continue once they finished. She told him that she had reduced their choice of specializations in the emergency department or inpatient care. He also mentioned how he was impressed by their ability to be employed in the restaurant full time while taking a full load over time.
I marveled at how she seemed to hit it off. James seems to be very interested in everything that had to say Gianna, and during the evening, he always held her professional talks or at least eased. I do not know what I expected, but James was a perfect gentleman charming during the meal.
After we were done indulge all the amazing culinary delights and enjoyed bites very Desserts, James said.
"If you go to both excuse me, David and I need to give the office and make a decision on our new leader, it should not take too long."
James stood up, gently kissed my cheek, turned and left the ballroom with David.
Gianna and I saw how the men out of the room, and she pushed her chair against mine.
"God, it’s so beautiful, is not it?" She said with enthusiasm.
"It is," I said softly.
"To be honest, Mel, the first night we met, and I saw them together, two, it looked grumpy and mean, I really did not know what you see in him, and not for the life of me, I could understand why you were with him. But now I think I have a better understanding of it. "
I thought back to the night a month when I had first met Gianna. James was so excited that night with David over the Deputy Director, the money had to steal. I could see his point, he had made a bad impression, and they must have thought they have worked for a monster.
Fortunately, she was able to see a better side of him tonight.
Even if I was seen for about a month Gianna, we never talked about what our sex life was like outside the other. Frankly, I do not know what she was doing with her boyfriend because I knew I developed serious feelings for her. I also concluded that if they shared this intimate knowledge with me, I would be obliged to reciprocate, and I’m not ready to tell her, I let James do in the bedroom.
His kindness, charm, cheerful nature, today she saw the evening was a stark contrast to the man demanding and dominant that it could be if we had sex.
"Mel, you are satisfied?" His words bring me back to the moment.
I took her hand and kissed her softly.
"Yes, it makes me happy, honey, just like you."
We supported and shared a sweet and romantic kiss.
Have you ever been in a relationship looked back, trying to determine the exact time when you had fallen in love with someone? For me, this moment was that night at the James Restaurant with Gianna. She was so friendly, caring and education. You have been angry with me about the yellow dress club that James had to carry me.
Instead, they could see how excited I was over and offered nothing but support and encouragement. I was so worried when James told me that we are having this evening dinner in the restaurant because I wanted him not anywhere near Gianna. But it helped me get through a very traumatic event and be with her that night was exactly what I needed.
If we break our sweet kiss, James entered the room. Looking up, I saw him smile when he experienced our embrace. Gianna and I held hands as he approaches the table and sat down beside us.
"I want to thank you again for your help tonight Gianna, your contribution has my decision who to hire invaluable, and I really appreciate," he said sincerely.
"You are very welcome James, she said, blushing slightly," I’m glad I could help. "
James looked thoughtfully at both of us.
"Ladies, I feel if you are interested to join us as Gianna Party., You can both decide where you want to go. Maybe we could catch a show, or …"
Gianna and I smiled, both thinking the same simultaneously.
"James, would we like to go to clubs, so it would be nice," I said enthusiastically.
His eyes wide and smile crossed his face.
"I’ve never been much of a dancer, but I would say it is the choice of the ladies was so Clubbing is fine with me," he said, a model worried smile.
It was about half an hour drive from James restaurant in Summerlin at the disco "rain" at the Palms Casino. Gianna and I loved dancing and we had it, since we had seen each other one more time. I was so impressed by an unexpected evening with her that I was easily able to ignore hurtful glances, gape and giggle by most older women as we left the restaurant.
James was in a good mood as we drove Summerlin Parkway to Nevada Paradise, a suburb of Las Vegas, where the palm is. I could tell he was relieved to hire a new chef, and I am so happy that Gianna could help. The atmosphere was light and comfortable than Gianna and I teased each other gently over the rather heavy meal we had eaten.
Although we only have one or two bites of each dish took the cooks had prepared, he was always very generous and we joked that we would probably not be able to get to the club out of our seats to be much less able Dance.
The three of us have to laugh so much fun and joking with each other, but inside I was afraid that James could try to orchestrate a trio, as the day before. He gave me his word earlier that there is no repetition of last night activities. But still I could not feel worried because I knew how much James loved to have had sex with me and Megyn.
I began to get a feel queasy in the stomach, Gianna was so nice, and they have so well, it would be a real test of whether James would keep his word.
I heard the pounding, hypnotic rhythm of the music in the house, we approached the entrance to the nightclub "Rain at the Palms. I held the hand of Gianna and I felt James’ arm tightly around my waist wound. I was with the two people I loved , and the world felt perfect.
We were elegantly set in an elegant black suit at the door by a young man.
"How can I help you sir?" Asked he.
James took a few seconds to read the list of club amenities.
"I want a VIP skybox, and I am right in assuming that you have the bottle service?" Asked he.
"We have a skybox Sir left, and we do, in the service of the bottle of the offer," said the young man, "if you follow me."
Slutty big tit office workers like Domina to be …
We followed the young man in the club. The music pounded and hundreds of lights were color in time to change the rhythm of the music. I felt like at home.
The huge club can nearly two thousand persons and has two levels. There were booths and tables on the lower floor, surrounding the massive dance floor and VIP level above which had six sky boxes that are marked with a balcony overlooking the entire club down. I had rain several times, but never to the next VIP level.
It was not uncommon to see celebrities, actors with hip-hop artists, the second level.
We climbed the stairs and the host seated us in the Skybox. Almost immediately, a nice server approached the table to take our order. James ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon, a bottle of Tequila Patron, and three bottles of water.
It was one of the best days of my life. Gianna and I. On the floor and danced to several songs, bumping and seductively against each other while occasionally a little grind If we needed a break, we return to the cabin and laughing and joking with James.
He was in such a good mood after the transaction the conclusion of a head of the setting. It was so nice to hear, to laugh and joke with us and so relaxed and happy to see.
After fifteen or twenty minutes with James, we return to the dance floor again. While I was dancing with Gianna, I look sporadically in the skybox and peer into the blue eyes haunting James as he kept a constant watch over us as we danced. It is difficult to describe a feeling, but was only there with James with us and watches over us me the feeling of satisfaction.
More than Gianna and I drank, was risky our dance. touching light turned on groping and kissing turned into persistent subtle make-out sessions, bumping and grinding on the dance floor. I must admit that I was hot vision and feel many eyes on us, as outward, I pretended to be unconscious, we rely on our little public display.
He approached an hour and I could tell that Gianna slowed and began to get sleepy. We were both very buzzed alcohol, and I could not blame him, be taken as they worked full eight-hour shift at the restaurant. After dancing to several songs, Gianna and I back to the table. In the skybox to James
"Gianna, it seems that you are tired," James said.
"I am, it was a long day," she said.
He smiled sympathetically: "We should’d better go home."
We left the club and quietly led to my apartment, so we can drop Gianna. I was so proud of James, he did not bring Gianna stay with us and behaved like a perfect gentleman all night. It was really one of the best nights of my life. I had just spent the evening with the two people I was crazy, we ate great food, drank and danced in one of the most popular clubs in Las Vegas. The perfect end of my magical evening was when I kissed Gianna outside my building, watching as they go to the elevator.
While James the Escalade pulled away from the curb and we returned to our suite at the Bellagio, I started thinking about the only negative incident thinking that took place.
The crunch damn yellow dress. Why the hell did James do the door for me? I was reluctant to broach the subject with him, and maybe it was the alcohol that gave me courage.
"Can I ask you something?" I said hesitantly.
"Of course, you can Melanie," James said, keeping his eyes on the road, we returned at the Bellagio.
"Why did you choose the dress to wear evening for me today?"
"Did not it?"
"It’s a beautiful dress, it is not, but …"
"She was wearing something very similar to this last night," he said, a slight smile curling the edges of his lips.
"We went to a trendy restaurant then a strip club when I wore this dress in lace corset James, not an elegant Italian restaurant what you have chosen for me to wear tonight was extremely inappropriate." I said I, trying to my voice calm and also to keep.
"How did you feel when these old women look at you, as we went through my restaurant?" He said, taking his eyes off the road for the first time since we. This week and looking directly into the mine started
"I felt humiliated," I said, looking down, feeling deeply embarrassed my entry.
"You have a beautiful body Melanie, you work, and you take care of yourself, why them feel as offended?" He said mischievously.
I could feel myself starting to boil in anger. His condescending tone spoke volumes, it only takes me seriously.
"This has nothing to do with how I work James. I am concerned about appropriate clothing for a given situation bear," I said, anger rising in my voice a little.
He looked at me with a gleam in his eyes; I could tell that he appreciated our little verbal exchange.
"The situations I will clothe in Melanie and such situations are left entirely at my discretion, you know?" He said dryly.
"Yes, I do," I said softly.
"Well," he said, ending the call.
We drove in silence for a few minutes. inappropriate would be something that dressing that I just have to do if I wanted to be with him. I mentally added to the list of things that obviously he needed me I had to be willing to accept.
We continued to drive Strip silence on the Las Vegas. Although in the middle of the night, thousands of people, the sidewalks went from casino to casino trips, and I was playing the events of the evening in my mind, a question lingered.
"Why did you Gianna dinner ask us?" I said, breaking the silence.
"I told you earlier, I need his help a chief executive in the election," he said cheerfully.
He was always playing with me. I knew James had fourteen Italian restaurant and probably set dozens of Italian chefs over the years. Besides, he had already told me that he had traveled to Italy several times to taste authentic Italian cuisine for them, so I knew he needed no help to find Gianna was the authentic Italian cuisine.
I gave him disgusted look and turned my head forward. It was obvious that I did not get a clear answer from him tonight about everything.
He gently rubbed my thighs trembling throughout the body to send.
"I wanted to know about the woman fell more," he said softly. "Parts of it are an open book, and other parts you are still a mystery to me."
I could feel myself blushing. I told him everything he wanted to know about Gianna, but it was not enough. He had to meet and find out what it was like for himself, he must have this control. It always came back to the control.
"I just you interact with Gianna. As talked to her-how you danced with her. There was nothing like the way you have dealt with flame, um … Megyn.
There was sexual passion with Megyn, but there was no romantic passion that I saw tonight. This gave me a better insight into what you are, how to people who you love. "
He felt that my life was a petri dish, which could put James under the microscope for reading. He had done so much for me financially; not that give him the right to look into the intimate details of my life so? Instead the negative side, I decided to put a positive spin put: He took care of me, at least to some degree, and I wanted to know more about what I said more.
I saw James the keycard used to open the door to our suite. I had slept so long, I still felt wide awake. Dance all night with Gianna got me very worked and I could not wait with James, so I can get all a sexual liberation, the pent-up frustration I felt.
"Ready for bed, I’ll be there in a few minutes," he said, as he paused, sweet hot kisses on the cheek and neck.
He broke the sweet, romantic, kiss, we separated and James went into his bathroom and I went to choose lingerie in the wardrobe. After searching for a few minutes, I decided on a blue babydoll, babydoll light silk. He had complex lace cups and matching thong look designed by lace panties.
I went into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth and hair. Then I rubbed my face, remove makeup I on that day had set earlier. I took one last look in the mirror and when I pleased I moved with my looks, yellow dress crunch removal now notorious. Just when I had to put on sexy lingerie that I had chosen, I noticed a movement in the bathroom door in my peripheral vision.
I did not know how long James had been watching me, and I turned to him. He wore a pair of dark blue shorts, boxers.
"You will not have to wear that evening Melanie."
I gave him a puzzled look; he always liked when I like wearing sexy lingerie. His expression was calm and even as he extended his hand softly. I could it not, but somehow his mood had changed and it seemed somehow dark, disturbing.
We walked in silence, hand in hand, in the master bedroom. At first glance, nothing was different; Oak giant poster bed was in the middle of the room, the higher posts extend almost to the ceiling. Then dropped my jaw, I found the cable ties that hang from each executive position. Instinctively, I looked at the floor and noticed two other cable to the lower positions secured with thick, Velcro fasteners at each end of the four cables connected.
My stomach immediately felt sick.
"Oh God, not James I … I …"
"Melanie," he said softly, "you trust me?" Her hand shook my calm.
I could feel gentle shake.
"Yes James, I do," I said in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Okay, now relax."
I took a deep breath, trying desperately to my body with every ounce of strength to calm I had. He took a step and pulled me with him as we went forward to the bed, and when we arrived, it turned me to face him. I felt the back of my legs touching the mattress that I was away from the footboard facing
He reached into the back of the waistband of his boxers and a black headband.
"I want to concentrate on the sound of my voice," he said softly.
My world went black when he got the headband on the head, covering my eyes. A nanosecond before my world turned black, I noticed a group of different sexual devices on the table at the foot of the bed; unfortunately I have not had time to see exactly what they were.
"Raise your arms above your head," he ordered.
I hold as he continued talking.
"Everything we do tonight, is consensual Melanie. If at any time you want me to slow down, what I do, say, the word" yellow, "he said, as I felt fuzzy cuff wraps. One of my wrists, he continued: "too intense when I do what is, and you want me to stop completely, you say the word" red "," he said as I felt my other wrist in another fuzzy headline fixed.
Oh God, I’ve read about it, it is certain words, what the hell is he doing to me?
"Repeat what I said back to me Melanie I know you fully understand," said the voice from the darkness on my hyperventilation.
I took a deep breath, again unsuccessfully tried to calm down.
"If I slow down, I have to say the word," yellow "and if I want to stop you all, I say the word" red "," I said in a voice barely more that a whisper.
The darkness was frightening, but somehow, so peaceful and liberating. I could begin to me a little smoother feel calm, the voice of James seemed to stabilize.
"Good," he said, when I felt his voice now under me to one of my ankle fuzzy set another cuff.
I shivered when I felt his hand move slowly on the calf of the leg, so he got my other ankle in the final fuzzy collar. I moved to the constraints with my arms and legs, and even if there was some slack in the cable lines, it felt solid and immutable impression itself.
In the darkness, I heard the click of a button on a remote control, then the whine of small engines that I felt put on the supports is to pull taught. Another click on the button, then the noise of engines moans solved some of the tension that my members have received more play in the reservoir.
In the darkness I heard around me his footsteps soft. My breathing was heavier than normal, but I’m still trying to calm down so that I can rely on my hearing to have some sort of idea what he was doing.
"You have a beautiful body Melanie, you know?" He said as I continued to soften me to hear his steps.
Oh my God, he controlled me like I was some kind of farm animals. I felt his hands gently cup each of my breasts, causing my breath to speed. Then his hands sensuously and slowly began to move my body and to explore, to touch my belly, my thighs, then back up the hot molten middle between my legs.
I gasped and groaned, felt his finger moves lasciviously on the lips of my vagina. belongs Listening carefully, I movement behind me as he gently licked and kissed her neck while stuck his fingers into me. The double attack of pleasure from the mouth and fingers made me hard tug against the restrictions which continued to cling.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, with the fingers on the other hand closed tightly around my nipples and I felt a sharp pain radiated through my body. I pulled hard on the tight cable ties are trying to get out of the unpleasant feeling, but I could not. I had closely and there was very little give in shackles.
Fortunately, he released my nipple from his rough hand and I groaned.
I was shaking his hands sensual wandered up and down my stomach, causing my muscles to involuntary contraction of his soft, gentle touch.
"I love the way your body speaks to me," he said softly, his voice seemed to come all around me incredibly.
I felt lost and instructed to draw information in delirium, only to my hearing from maybe do me to what he has done, or next.
His hands continued my chest to explore, then moved to my navel, then in my vagina. The cables have my legs held open, as wide and in such a shameless, cheeky pose that I could not close when I felt brush with your fingers the soft lips of my sex.
"Do you know how wet you are Melanie?" He said, and his voice come from below me.
I felt him rub his fingers on my inner thigh to collect secretions from my vagina. He uttered a loud slurping as he licked my wet from her fingers.
"Have you any idea how to taste?" He said softly.
I could feel my face flush bright glow when he mocks me with its sensual lyrics.
"Now I can understand why Gianna loves hours between the legs."
My face was deep scarlet when he used the very personal information that I had told him to taunt me and embarrass.
His fingers rubbed against my other inner thigh Raise my sticky wetness.
Without warning, he plunged his wet finger in my mouth and I had no choice but to try me with his fingers.
"Tell me what you taste like Melanie."
I felt humiliated at her words and remained silent. How could he expect only one answer to this question.
Without warning, he swung his open hand hard until he made contact with my ass to make a noise, crackling sound, which make me cry in pain for the rest of echoes.
"It’s a simple thing, Melanie, tell me what your pussy hot and humid taste," he said, a playful tone teasing.
I pulled against the restrictions, then relented, giving him.
"I taste bitter and sweet," I said, humiliated.
I could not do it&# 39; t described it better myself, "he said.
Focus, I did not hear it sweet to me on foot, as if stalking me. I was so hot and humid, I wanted my vagina to touch hands, you give me any kind of output this tiresome ordeal. It must somehow feel that I wanted, because he returned to my nipples, leaving them with the touching tongue and then take in his mouth as he sucked, and then gently something a moan from escaping my lips.
"Your nipples are so hard, Melanie," he said, in a soft voice, sensual, carnal.
listen carefully listening, I get him something metallic table. I had no idea what he closely to make me gasp in a sharp intense pain for breath to my nipples until something was. Seconds later, this feeling was a throbbing, dull, numb replaced. I felt a chain on my chest go, between my breasts, and then another locked clamp on my other nipple.
The pain was not nearly as intense, I think, because I knew it would come, but it seemed to intensify every feeling I felt.
"Your tits look so good with nipple clamps on them Melanie. I can not even begin to describe how they look sexy," he said
"I wonder what would happen if I had to …"
I cried when he hold the chain pulled together tugging at my tender nipples the two clips.
"I know you a little pain not like you?" He said jokingly. "I remember how you moaned when I beat you, I could see the pleasure that I gave you, and how you gave me, you were always subject, the little girl Melanie;. You just need someone strong enough to pull on you. "
Hearing his words, I pulled hard against the restrictions, but they would not give. His voice and his words were broken, and I could feel passed him.
Its not moved away from me, as he went to the table and picked up something else. I heard a hiss through my face, then the sound moving deeper to my chest and torso. He waved near me something about, and I did not know what it was until it has contact with my stomach makes me cry.
"It’s a leather whip Melanie. I know that it was never lost with something other than a hand, so I wanted to expand your horizons a bit."
Small pieces of leather were numbness, dull, produces pain feeling unlike acute pain, a hand to crack. I gasped and grimaced when he moved his whip like small pieces of leather contact with my nipples in the clips.
"Take the pain as Melanie, I am so impressed with you," he said as he dropped the whip on my vagina.
I cried and held, as I felt the leather contact my sensitive lips and clitoris. Every nerve in my body seemed to be at its peak, as I pulled hard against the constraints. The room seemed to spin and heat when the whip contact made with my belly, my breasts, my thighs, and finally my background when he beat me up several times.
I was sweating, have as much as I ever did while working or running, as he rained blows on my ass. I was getting close, how much pain I could take when shots suddenly stopped.
I gasped and panted, trying desperately to get my breath. Again, I pulled hard constraints, but they would not move.
I could feel that he was close to me more than I could hear his footsteps as I felt his hands cup my vagina, while a couple of his fingers slide easily into me.
"You’re so wet Melanie, a lot more than I’ve ever seen. I think you like pain and are surprisingly even more than you know," he said softly.
His words went on to break me emotionally as much as the whip hit me physically down. God, he was right? I love the pain when he said that I did it?
It was a thought, strange and frightening that I had to push quickly out of my head.
I could tell he was walking away from me. Then a short time later, I heard something click and electronics, sound low hum filled the room.
"You did it, the pain so dear, I want to give you a reward."
Seconds later, I breathe like a vibrator made contact with my vulva very powerful. I planned a toy, but God, nothing even remotely as powerful as this. My knees are weak as James rubbed immediately the powerful vibrating head to my lips and clitoris.
Fun currents were so strong that I do not think my legs to support me would be able, as she began arching and I was stopped by cables on my arms.
My orgasm was approaching like a runaway train, until he removed the head of the toy in my pussy. Immediately took the waves of pleasure, and I gasped and wheezed to the left.
"They seem to like it," he said sarcastically.
I was so consumed with trying to breath from the pain of the whip and the intense pleasure to catch the powerful vibrating toy I could not speak.
"I bet you want made to feel another dimension of sensations that Hitachi, as well."
Seconds later, I heard the Hitachi click and press again against my clitoris, my knees caused to go again this week; then almost immediately, I heard the rustle of the spool back painful contact with my ass take.
It was sensory overload and it was as if my body does not know what a strong sense answer. In front Hitachi, put it directly on my clit was behind the knees to buckle the pleasure of shock waves ran through my body. In the back, numbness, dull, burning sensation of the flogger causing severe pain to pull loads through my body.
I gasped and screamed as my orgasm quickly approaching. Seconds before my release, James threw the whip to the ground and pulled the chain between my breasts, the clips tears of my nipples. The blood rushing back into my hypersensitive bumps reinforced orgasm that my body ravaged.
The powerful orgasmic shock waves were just too much, and I fainted for a few seconds until I could regain control again.
As I made my way, I felt the breath of James in my face. I felt his tongue lick my cheek as he used his teeth to the blindfolded me to move my rear view. My jaw dropped in shock as I watched over my body.
My nipples normally roses were red and swollen pliers, sweat dripping from my head, and there was a heavy coat of sweat all over.
James had his boxers away and large erection was placed proudly displayed in front of him. I watched as he slipped behind me and sat down on the edge of the bed he used the remote control to release the cables that held my arms and allowed me to be lowered over him, while on the edge of the bed he behind me sat.
I could feel him rubbing the head of his penis down my wet slit. I pulled my pressed again when he easily straightened my soggy vagina. At a stroke, he opened and filled me makes me gasp for breath and screaming.
He immediately began to slide in and out of me from behind, in long, strong strokes and whenever have put my ass in conjunction her thighs, I winced. Because I am still cautious, I could not at the correct angle to see my ass, but the intense pain I felt, I knew his thrashing with this whip must have had a dramatic effect on my ass.
He was like a different feeling, as he beat me hard while maintaining. I felt so helpless and I had absolutely no control over what he did. I could not control the angle by the speed, position, I controlled it.
I was his, and he had total domination over me and I knew it was exactly what he wanted.
While his powerful punches feeling I felt it start his thumb into my rectum work. He felt greasy and slippery, so I knew it must have been the lubricant to help me open, as he had done previously.
He hit me so hard and fast that I barely felt his hands tighten around my breasts. I screamed and grimaced in pain as he ran my nipples incredibly sensitive through her fingers. I never had a feeling like this, these clips my nipples raw to the touch almost had of anything.
James sat in and overthrow of me with a vengeance, and I could feel another orgasm building deep from me. He could say that I approached the change in my breathing. The hand moved my chest to my vagina down and gently rubbed with the fingers in a slow circular motion on my clit me as another orgasm came over me cry.
I have my senses with me back and back down when I he could feel his cock in my vagina withdraws. Almost immediately after he took the remote and used it to pull the tight limits on my arm, so I was brought up and out of it and let him get behind me easier.
James rubbed his cock through my wet lips and slot lubricate the head. I wanted so badly to see what he was doing, but restrictions prevented me to make such observations. I gasped and froze when I felt one of his fingers along my anus rub.
"Relax," he growled in my ear.
I took a deep breath, ready to install my body as much as possible. Maintaining seemed another dimension to everything we did book. I was amazed at how not to be able, everything changed to move. It was from him no pulling, or switch to a different position, if something was unpleasant.
It changed the whole sexual dynamic between us, because he was in control, that we have done, and I had to either accept or use a safe word "type". I vowed that my safe words would be a last resort.
His fingers slid into my ass pretty easily and with little discomfort due to the large amount of lubricant he used. He still felt forbidden and naughty touch me feel so, especially while maintaining.
It always make me feel so many contradictions, and it was like the yellow dress again Club. I loved to dress up and wear sexy clothes, but not in a place where it would be considered inappropriate. Also, I loved the intense orgasm I had when we had before anal sex, but feel they know it themselves, without coercion or less in such a forbidden place just felt so wrong and inappropriate.
I found it very difficult to adapt to this part of the process myself to give it in a way that he wanted.
Once moved his finger gently in and out of me, he added a second to open up further. There were some complaints increased and some pain, but after all I have been through with the hammer, it really does not compare. After moving in and out of my easy, he removed them, and I felt his body squeeze into me and he moved behind me two fingers.
I took a deep breath and tried to relax my body, what I knew was coming. I felt him push the head of his cock slowly into my rectum. There was a little pain, but nothing as bad as what he before to feel like the day.
He, as well as himself, were very well lubricated and while there was some discomfort, I could say that slowly, my body adjusted anal sex.
James was moving at an incredibly slowly, gradually and me, set me in a lot of time inching feel open and filled. It felt so great to me and the erotic nature of the act itself, felt exponentially amplified by the constraints. When he pushed me forward, I felt the squeeze cable until I could not move forward and I was to take over inside obliged.
After only a minute, I felt his chest pushing against my ass, and I knew that I had completely impaled. James stood still for a few seconds and let me feel set in me. It was an incredible feeling, I felt so full so full so aroused by this man. He put his hands on my hips and started and am slowly moving out.
There was a little discomfort and slight pain for a few seconds, but that passed quickly and that remained was such an intense feeling of pleasure that my body seemed completely consume.
James knew my moans and groans that I was not in any kind of danger, and I felt that it begins to pace. I pulled hard against the constraints his thrusts in voracity increases. After about a minute, the gloves were off and he used my body for leverage, which allows him to pound me.
Be in shackles me feel like an animal in a trap, trapped and helpless. However, it seems only every erotic sensation was multiplied happening in my body. I longed to reach down and touch my clitoris, but I could not understand what made it more difficult to achieve orgasm. I knew that when my hand my clitoris was free to achieve, I would have orgasmed immediately.
Since I could not, I had to concentrate to be me on him, pushed me, and the feeling of stress, as it limits my movement.
I heard her begin to change the breathing, and I knew his orgasm was on him and wanted to go with him. I clenched the muscles of my rectum easily, a moan what his lips and an intense feeling of joy to escape exploded through my body, like the waves of my orgasm about me washed. Almost simultaneously I heard him felt in the lower cum squirt be my heart and gasp.
After we had both recovered, James button pressed on the remote control and restrictions loosened the cables, so I sat on the bed I was totally spent and seemed not even to have had the strength to keep me seated position. Carefully, he knelt before me and loosened the four Velcro straps around my wrists and ankles.
Once I am free, he lifted me in his arms.
"Do you want to take a shower or a bath?" He said softly.
"No James, please, put me in bed."
I felt so bad, so exhausted, so exhausted. I did not even feel that I had the energy to keep my eyes open. He asked me in bed and cuddled up to me, spooning me tightly to him.
"You have so Melanie and I’m so proud of you," he said softly in my ear.
These are the last words I heard as I drifted into a deep and restful sleep.
In my deepest dreams, dark, a phone rang somewhere in the distance. I was desperate to locate the source of disturbing noises that echoed in my head, but I could not find it. Suddenly heard the bell and I heard a voice … the voice of James.
I slowly opened one eye to and I realized not dreaming, after all, the cell phone James and he answered rang. It was still early, much too early awake, to be given the late hour, we went to bed.
I slowly entered the consciousness and listened as James spoke into the phone.
"Is he okay?"
"Does he need an ambulance?"
"Of course I’ll be there."
"As soon as I get off the phone with the airline and change my flight, I will the information text, I would not be more than a few hours at most."
"I love you, bye."
I saw James more keys pressed on his phone. I was awake enough now that I began to feel guilty, to hear his conversation. When I began to slide out of bed, I immediately felt pain all over my body. My joints, my muscles, God, all evil.
When I slipped out of bed and put my ass linen in contact, burning pain shot through me and I quickly picked up my. Bottom to top of the mattress I knew the feeling of when he spanked in front of me. But this pain, it felt much, much worse.
I slipped in the bathroom and toilet use and trying to be as quiet as possible. From what little conversation was, I understand, James was on the phone to the airline to change its flight schedule. He was not leaving until tomorrow morning, Monday.
Obviously, that had changed.
I have to go to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and my jaw dropped open. My nipples roses were still usually red and swollen nipple clamps and Fuck! My eyes began to tear too well how I looked bolted to the consequences of this flogger.
There were red spots on my chest, abdomen and thighs. When I turned around, I noticed on a few red spots and my back. Unfortunately, that was not my main concern.
What took the prize, my ass. There were red stains on it, in addition to some striped Zebra, which I knew would take longer, much to heal. I also noticed the remains of a type of white cream on the parts of my ass, had the strip, so obvious James had already started my war wounds last night treatment after I fell asleep.
I felt like such a disgusting mess. My whole body was sticky from the previous night sweating, as I call it, the activities? dried seed James in places it was not responsible, and what made it worse, it sounded as if he would leave for Los Angeles as soon as possible.
I sat on the toilet, without knowing how to treat them all. He was just consensual? I’m willing to let him do this right for me? He gave me a safe word, even if I do not use it.
I had to talk to him, he had to help me deal with it, and a kind of make sense out of it.
James’ voice broke me closely from my tears reflection.
"Melanie, when finished in the bathroom, you can come here."
I got up and put on a robe that hung from the door and quickly wiped out signs of tears on my face. I later returned to the room and saw that James was already dressed and their bags were packed. Cable constraints are no longer the post of the bed and sex "tools" that were on the table, were not even in sight.
A strange feeling came over me when I interviewed the master bedroom clean and tidy. It was almost like a crime scene had been swept away, leaving no trace of what has already happened. It was almost as if all we had was a dream and had never really happened.
"Come sit with me," he said softly.
We both sat on the small table.
"My son Jon has asthma and her doctor gave her a new drug, there are two days to had a severe reaction. My wife took him to the emergency room and they could admit him to the hospital. Needless to say, I have this short trip to cut and return to Los Angeles to be with my family. "
I looked sympathetically at James. I needed him here with me, especially after all that we had done the day before. But obviously his son needed him much, much more than me.
"I understand, when you go?" I said seriously.
"The porter is on the way to our room now. My flight leaves in a little over an hour, and if I hurry, I think I’ll be able to do it."
I forced the best smile I could.
"I know we have to talk a lot about Melanie, especially after last night, and we will. However, this can not be helped. I hope you understand."
"I’m James. Hopefully we are good, go take care of your son," I said in a confident voice that I clearly do not feel inside.
He looked a little relieved and smiled.
"The room is paid for tonight, so if you want to stay here, you can."
At this time, a strong beat on the door of the suite. We both raised and followed James in the hall so he could leave the porter to bring luggage and take it to the parking station down.
After the luggage was picked up and we were alone, James turned and looked at me.
"I do not want Melanie forget and I’ll do you, I promise."
He kissed me gently and went to the door and closed it behind him.
As soon as I was alone, the room began to spin and he felt my world crashed around me. I did not know what I’ll do, I knew I could not be alone. I looked at the clock, it was early, almost seven hours.
I took my cell phone connection and a very groggy voice heard to say: "Hello?"
"Gianna, I need you."
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