I'm nervous and excited. And slightly terrified. We had an arrangement but I didn't keep my word. My body is trembling in anticipation. You stride across the room and sit down across from me, stealing glances at the opening of my shirt and the soft skin peeking out from beneath it. I wrap my long fingers around the glass in front of me, draining the silvery liquid before attempting to apologise for my mistake. You sit with an unreadable face as I stumble over my words but I notice your eyes haven't left my mouth, watching as my fingertips brush my lips as I suck on the gin soaked cucumber from the glass. You motion to the waiter for two more and you turn back to me, still silent. I blush and find myself unable to sit still under your gaze, the air is suddenly thick with intent and you begin to outline your carefully thought out plan. In hushed tones, you tell me what you want to do in incredible detail, starting with my suggestion of tying me to the bed, teasing my clit with your tongue. How you'll slide your cock into me so slowly I beg you repeatedly to fuck me, hard, but you won't. The punishment for not keeping my word is sex on your terms, at your pace, not mine. You continue with more detail, stopping only when the waiter arrives with drinks. I'm charged and cross my legs, terrified that if I don't the whole restaurant will feel the throbbing heat that seems to be working it's way from my face down to my pussy with every word. You seem incredibly pleased with yourself and I am lost for words. Standing up a little too quickly, I excuse myself and walk out into a small corridor at the back of the restaurant.
Walking towards the bathroom, I hear footsteps following me and as I push open the door to the ladies room, I feel you behind me, hands insistent as you push me forward. You reach behind me and lock the door as you push me against the bench and grind your cock into my arse, tearing at my underwear. Looking in the mirror to watch my face, you shove one hand past the opening of my shirt, pushing aside the lace and pinching my nipple as the other works its way between my legs, pushing them apart until you can feel my wet pussy at your fingertips. I groan as you rub quickly, making me wetter with every stroke. You tell me how bad I am and pull my hair, exposing my neck which you bite into roughly as you push two fingers inside me, making me moan so deeply it shakes the tiny room. You pull your fingers from me and smack me across the arse before putting your hand across my mouth, wet fingers past my lips to silence me. I lick silently, tasting myself on you as you spin me around, tearing open my shirt, buttons skipping across the tiles. Our heavy breathing echoes around the small room and you whimper as I reach down and start to claw at the denim that stands between your hardness and my wetness. I'm desperate to feel you inside me and drag my nails across your back, pulling you towards me as you begin to lose yourself. You suddenly regain control, remembering what you were doing and I am restrained quickly by you pinning my wrists behind my back with one hand. You hike me up onto the sink and fumble at your zipper and I feel you rubbing against my clit and without warning and without hesitation you sink into my wet pussy, until you are buried deep inside me.
I bite into your shoulder as you start to pull out, both of us straining against each other, me to be free and to be fucked and you to control me. Your other hand moves up and over my breasts pinching my nipples then moving higher, resting gently to begin with but as you thrust back into me, your grip tightens around my neck. It's a delicious cycle. The tighter you grip my throat the more I feel my pussy tighten around you, making you harder inside me, making me cum harder, driving you crazy, making you tighten your grip that little bit more... I feel you loosen your hold on my wrists and I try to pull my arms out from behind me. You tighten your grip but continue to slam into me as I explode around you, biting hard into your shoulder. I feel like my arms are going to dislocate from the shoulders as you pull down on my wrists, pushing me forward on to your cock as you push up, your hand dropping from my throat, eyes glistening as you pull my head back, turning it to make me watch in the mirror as you push into me over and over again. I feel myself ready to scream and you feel it, pushing your lips against mine to stop the sound from escaping. You bite down hard on my bottom lip, stifiling your own moan as you cum long and hard inside me. I watch you shiver as you pull out of me, zipping yourself back into your pants and walk out the door, leaving me shaking and shocked, with red hand marks across my throat and burn marks on my wrists.
