A Creature Named Estelle: Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

A Creature Named Estelle: Chapter 4

... floor, and was after his silk shirt next. Starting at his collar, I yanked his tie roughly to loosen it up and get it out of the way, and then I began unbuttoning his shirt swiftly. Once undone, it too was removed and finally I had my hands on the golden skin of his sculpted chest. I felt and saw him shiver in reaction to my icy touch, but that was just something he would have to get used to, I thought to myself. I smiled then, and slowly began trailing my hands softly down his chest, across the ridges of his muscled abdomen, and finally to his belt buckle. I had it quickly undone and removed it from the belt loops in his trousers, and tossing it to the floor with the rest of his clothes. I turned back to Matthew and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his forcefully and then my lips were upon his. In my excitement I dug my nails into the soft flesh of his shoulders and he grunted audibly. I broke away and stopped kissing him to look into his eyes, “Oh I'm so sorry, did that hurt?” I stared intently into his deep and dark irises, and I saw that his eyes were glazed over as if consumed by lust, and then so suddenly that I made him jump in surprise, my right hand was grasping and squeezing tightly at his aroused member through his trousers, and I would have him completely bare before me; vulnerable. I swiftly undid the one button and had his zipper down in an instant, “Take your pants off now, and your shoes as well”, I ordered him. He hesitated a moment. ...

... Perhaps he was having second thoughts but I won't be having any of that, I thought, as a devilish smirk spread across my full and pouting lips. “Tsk tsk, Matthew; you know you're not supposed to think when I give you an order; you just do whatever I please!” With those words I reached my right hand up to his throat and clasped my fingers around it harshly. With my hold still secure on his throat I forced him to walk backwards, just pushing him with me over to the far side of the room and then finally I shoved him up against the brick wall. Within a blink of an eye I had him yanked out of both his trousers and his briefs; releasing his blood engorged cock. Then I began to take off each of his shoes, leaving his socks on considering how cold the tile floor must be and I was a kind Mistress after all. I don't want my slave to be anymore uncomfortable than absolutely necessary. Matthew took a moment to look at the wall that I had him cornered up against, and I loved how his eyes went wide when he saw the two shackles hanging down, embedded in the brick; and then he looked back to me and licked his lips, his eyes following my every move, as I reached for his left wrist, and slowly lifted it up to the shackle. I placed his wrist inside the iron cuff and then locked it shut. Trailing my hand down his arm, across his chest and down his right arm, taking his other wrist slowly whilst holding eye contact with him the entire time. He put up absolutely no fight. Just gazing right on back ...