Billionaires in Paris

She pats my ass, still in trousers, and tells me to sit still on all fours. I push myself back up and brace for what I figure is coming.

Sure enough, Kathryn pulls off her underwear and straddles my back, her thighs lowering until her wet pussy rubs against my skin. Hooooly shit. This is single-handedly one of the hottest things I’ve ever felt – the amazing woman I love spreading her lust all over my back as I bear her weight like a real, strong man. She doesn’t put all her pressure on me, of course, but it’s enough to make me realize how much woman she really is.

Someone slap me, because I can see myself wanting to buck her off like the baddest bronco. No, no. I must not!

“You are so hot, you know that?” Her underwear caresses my shoulder blades before traveling to my face. The scent of a woman’s orgasm gives me the slap I need to behave. Entranced, I let the soft cotton rest on my head while Kathryn grabs me by the shoulders. “Sit still. If you adore me as much as you say you do, then you’ll give me all the orgasms I want tonight. I don’t need you to do anything. Just be beautiful.”

Oh, man. I’ve said that to her so many times I can’t help but hear the sarcasm dripping from her lips.

She rides me slowly at first, her touch light and her weight easy to bear. Then she picks up the pace, more arousal emerging from her body and passing on to me. Soon I’m going to be covered in her fluids. I’ll smell like nothing but her for at least a week, no matter how much I shower or how much cologne I put on.

Whenever I come on or inside her, I see it as many things. Ownership is definitely one of the more animalistic feelings I have. A message to other men that Kathryn and her body belong to me, and only me. This is how it feels, isn’t it? No one in their right mind would try to seduce me after smelling her arousal all over my body. I also know exactly what she’s doing when she stands up, still straddling me, and moans her way through an orgasm that drips all over my skin.

Silence claims the room shortly after. Kathryn snatches her underwear from my head and steps away, heading for my suitcase.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” she says, going through my things. “When I turn around, you better be hard.”

I’m already as hard as I can get by the time I’ve lost my pants and boxers. Almost embarrassingly so. The discomfort didn’t bother me before, but now I’ve got a raging hard-on that’s begging for me to grab it or stick it in something. “Look over there. Your girlfriend’s got the wettest pussy in Paris. She’s horny and ready to go. Why aren’t you driving me into her, again?” I don’t need to touch my cock to know it’s covered in precum.

“Good boy!” One of my ties lands on my wet back. Kathryn drops something else behind me. It sounds heavy. Oh, no. I know what she was rummaging for now. I steel myself, remembering that I have a safe word if I need to use it. I hope I don’t use it. “Look at you! You really are obedient when you want to be, Ian. That reminds me…” The tie circles my head, blinding me. “I wanted to ask you a few questions. Is that all right?”

“Absolutely, ma’am.” Wow. I do have a voice!

“Excellent. Let’s start with how you’re feeling right now? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Am I lying? You’ve seen me!

“That’s good. Have I violated your boundaries at all, Ian? Tell me the truth. I won’t be mad if you say yes.”

“No, ma’am. I’m fine.”

She pauses. Something gently touches my ass. It’s not her hand. “You’re a good boy, Ian. You’re an even better man. But you like being my boy sometimes, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I had a feeling. You’ve been acting like my good boy all day. It threw me off at first. So, I’ll tell you what.” What. What? Is that suede draping across my naked skin? Oh, fuck. She really dug into the kinky corner of my suitcase, didn’t she? “Tell me why you’re acting like this, and I’ll treat you to something really nice.”

There’s a bark in her voice. Demanding. Awed. So confident that I could never compare. “No special reason.” My fingers curl into the carpet. “I’ve wanted to worship you for a while now.”

“No, something tipped you over the edge. I want to know what it is.” Short suede strings continue to tickle me. I know what they are, but I’m in denial. “Don’t hold back from me, Ian. If I get the privilege of confessing to you, then you get to confess to me. Don’t you think that’s a fair exchange?”