A Stranger's Orders

 Lena gave a heavy sigh as she looked down at her phone. Nothing. He had stood her up. She hated this dating thing. She had gotten all dolled up, her makeup perfect to match the little black dress she was wearing, and the open-toed heel shoes. Her long, deep chestnut curls were loose, just brushing over her shoulder as she sat there.

It was a nice bar that he had chosen for them to meet at. It was pretty busy downtown. Now, Lena wished that he had picked a quieter spot. She felt awkward sitting alone in a bar, staring at her drink while she anticipated something, anything, on her phone. With another sigh, Lena tried to pull her thoughts away from her phone as she was determined to finish her drink and turned, letting her hazel eyes move around the bar to lightly people watch.

Lena glanced at various groups, some of women having a girls’ night, a pair that seemed like a couple, and others that were dotted around the bar. Though Lena’s eyes soon fell onto a group in a booth near the back, a group of men all dressed in fancy suits and well-shined shoes. Among them, one of the men stood out, one who seemed to be quiet, not quite participating in the conversation, but seemed to be people watching as she was.

Lena was about to look away when the man suddenly looked her way and locked his steel gray eyes with hers. His look was intense, deep, and Lena could almost feel a shiver move up her back as she continued to look into his eyes. Though it was almost as if she couldn’t make herself look away. As she saw him starting to stand, however, a deep blush stained her cheeks, and she quickly turned around to face the bar.

She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, along with the warmth of the blush on her cheeks growing as she saw him approach the bar out of the corner of her eye, just standing right next to her. She didn’t dare glance up at him or speak.

As the bartender came, Lena could hear him order something that sounded expensive. Though she was soon jumping some, lightly startled, as the man was pushing a napkin in front of her with a single finger.

Go to the restroom.

Take off your panties.

Bring them back in your hand.

Stand behind me.

Don’t speak unless I say.

Lena’s blush only deepened as she read the words, and she could feel a twinge of need bloom between her legs. She glanced up, expecting to find the man still there, but he was gone.

Lena realized that she could have laughed. She could have said no. But, she didn’t.

Lena picked up her drink with shaky fingers, took a sip for courage, and then placed it down as she stood up off the barstool. With a glance around to spot the bathroom, she was off, her heels clicking lightly on the tile of the floor as she made her way to her destination.

As she moved into the bathroom and slipped into a stall, she froze for a moment at the thought of what she was going to do.

Was she really…

She shook the thought away, took a deep breath, and her hands shimmied up under her dress to loop into the waistband of her panties. Black lace. She slid her panties down with trembling fingers, the crotch damp with her juices.

Lena would right herself, pulling her dress back down, and tucking the panties into her hand before she would step out of the stall. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror, flushed, lightly trembling, and bit her lip lightly as she turned to leave the restroom.

As she moved back into the bar now, she spotted the man seated near where he was earlier, but now alone. With a skip of her heart, she moved across the bar with calculated steps and moved to stand behind him, clutching her panties in her hand.

He would look over his shoulder at her, make a brief acknowledgement, and speak quietly. “Good girl.”

Lena felt that ache between her thighs twinge at his words, almost a gasp leaving her lips.

Without another word, his hand came up and opened, waiting. Lena would place the lace of her panties in his palm with shaky fingers.

Lena stood there in the silence that only lasted seconds, but felt much longer. She was looking down, but glanced up lightly, trying to take him in.

“Sit.” The man ordered and motioned to the seat across from him. “Pull your dress up slightly as you sit. Do not cross your legs. Rest your hands in your lap.” His words were quiet, but stern.

Lena almost jumped at the sudden sound of his voice, and with a breath, she moved towards the chair across from him, not daring to look up as she took her seat. Shaky fingers hiked her dress up some before she sat, the coolness of the mental seat against her bare thighs made that ache burn more. As she settled, her hands in her lap, thighs parted, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

The man didn’t look up at her, but instead kept drinking for a long moment. Slowly, however, after setting his cup down, he leaned across the table and spoke in a low voice.

“You are going to come with me. Not yet, but soon. You will be quiet and do everything I say. No hesitation. Is that understood?”

Lena bobbed her head in a nod.

“Words,” He spoke firmly.

“Yes,” Lena spoke, her voice shaky.

“You will address me as ‘Sir’.” He corrected.

“Yes, Sir.” Lena quickly corrected.

Lena glanced up and noticed, oddly, a smile on the man’s lips. It was the first she had seen from him all night.

The man looked at her, staring a her, studying her. “Good. When I finish this drink, you’ll follow me. If you hesitate, I’ll leave. And you’ll spend the night aching and alone.”

Lena felt butterflies at his words.

The man lifted his glass and drained the rest of his drink. The clink of his glass as he set it down was almost like a timer going off for Lena. Without a word, the man stood, and quickly, Lena found herself sliding out of the booth to follow him.

The man did not speak as he led them through the hotel lobby from the bar. Lena didn’t dare speak up, either. All she could do was try to keep up with his larger and more confident steps.

As he stepped into a waiting elevator, Lena was not too far behind, and watched him pushing the buttons on the panel as she stepped inside and moved towards the back, even though it was empty. As the doors closed, the man finally turned to her.

The man’s eyes immediately focused on her with that intense stare of his.

“Hands behind your back,” He commanded softly.

Lena obeyed quickly, standing straighter and putting her hands behind her back.

As Lena complied, the man stepped closer to her, standing directly in front of her. He was so close that Lena could smell the scent of his cologne and feel the warmth of his body.

“You’re wet already, aren’t you?”

Lena could feel her cheeks burning at his question, but answered anyway. “Yes, Sir.”

The man still didn’t touch her. Instead, he leaned down, his mouth inches from her ear as he whispered. “You don’t come until I say. No matter what I do. If you disobey, I’ll leave you tied up and untouched all night. Your body belongs to me now.”

Lena felt a spark of pleasure shoot through her as if it were electricity, and her lips lightly parted, though she was able to suppress the gasp that threatened to come forth.

“Yes, Sir,” Lena answered softly and breathlessly.

As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, the man promptly stepped out, and Lena was quick to follow him through the winding hallways to his room.

The hotel room was minimalist, but well decorated. There was a single king-size bed in the middle of the far wall, a desk to one side near a door, and a black leather chair, along with a sofa, that sat against another wall and in another corner.

The man had ushered Lena to enter first and was soon shutting the door, plus locking it behind them.

The sound of the click of the lock had Lena freeze, and she was slowly turning to seek the man out, only to be met face to face with him as he approached her.

“Strip.” He commanded.

Lena looked at him, meeting his eyes with her hazel for a moment as she heard his command, but she was soon looking down with a breath.

“Last warning,” The man snapped, warning her about her hesitation.

Without anymore hesitation, Lena reached for the neckline of her dress and tugged it over her shoulders. After guiding it, she let it slide down the rest of the way, revealing her tight body to him. She was rather petite, but had handful-sized breasts, her nipples already perky, and a plump behind. Her pussy was completely bare.

Lena stood there, eyes down, her heart pounding in her ears, and she fought the urge to try to cover herself.

The man stepped forward now, watching her, and she could feel the intensity of his gaze on her exposed flesh as he inspected her.

Gently, carefully, the man’s hand came up and gently caressed her cheek, the fingers then trailing down the side of her throat.

“Do not speak unless I allow it.”

Lena nodded, still not daring to lift her eyes to the man. This stranger. That was a thought that she didn’t want to dwell on.

The man moved around her, walking away to somewhere behind her. But Lena could soon feel the cool leather of the chair grazing the backs of her legs.

“Sit.” The man spoke softly, but serious in tone.

With a shaky breath, Lena sat back, lowering herself into the chair. The cool leather danced with the heat of her flesh.

Without another word, the man brought of a black scarf, one he folded and then wrapped around her eyes, knotting it snugly behind her head.

Lena could feel her heartbeat quicken, a catch in her breath, and the unmistakable feeling of a pang of pleasure coursing through her body at the implications of this.

“Legs open,” He remarked.

She parted her legs, pulling her thighs apart, and exposing herself to him. Then, for a long moment, she sat there, not a breath or a word from the man. The anticipation was thick in the air.

Then, a single finger traced up the soft skin of her thigh, causing the young woman to gasp softly. The man had forgiven that soft gasp, but as he heard her soft whimper as he went to move his hand away, wanting to keep up with the teasing, he gave a sharp slap to her thigh.

The sharp sting of the slap caused Lena to jump, and she quickly bit her bottom lip to keep the gasp in check.

“No noise.” The man reminded, his tone sharp.

Lena gave a soft nod, biting her bottom lip harder.

The man shifted in front of her. Of course, Lena could not see him, but she could feel the warmth of his breath moving across her skin, teasing tender spots, as he knelt in front of her.

They stayed like this for a long moment, Lena fighting the urge to twitch, to squirm, to move, as his breath continued to tease her.

Suddenly, the man was speaking, his voice low and calm.

“You do not know my name. You do not know what I will do next. But, still, you let me own you.”

Not giving Lena a chance to react to his words, the man leaned in and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, just above her knee. Then, he shifted some and pressed a kiss slightly higher.

Lena bit her lip to prevent the gasps as she felt the kisses, but she could not help the trembling of her body. It was almost like her body had a mind of its own. It knew what it wanted.

“You’ve been very obedient,” The man remarked and spoke again. “But, not nearly enough.”

Lena sat there, left to ache for his touch, and to hang on his words. She couldn’t see, but she searched for him with her other senses, and she could hear him moving. She assumed he was standing up.

“I want you to kneel on the bottom of the bed. Your back to me. Hands behind your back.”

Lena sat there briefly after she had heard his words. Her heart pounded in her chest, both at the thought of what was to come, and also, she wasn’t sure how she was going to make it there without being able to see. Just as that thought had crossed her mind, though, she felt the man’s hands taking her own and, gently, more gentle than she thought he could be, he pulled her up to her feet.

After Lena was guided to the bed, she crawled up onto it, making sure she wasn’t near the edge, before she got into position on her knees. She could feel butterflies and that light electric shock of arousal as she settled and waited for what was to come.

She could hear him moving behind her, and she had to fight the urge to look, even if she was blindfolded. She could hear the fabric of his pants brushing as he moved and the soft clinking of something metal.

The man was soon reaching out, his fingertips dancing lightly at her wrists, before he was gently pulling them together. Lena froze at his touch, her arousal and nerves spiking further as she felt something cool and leather wrap around her wrists, binding them behind her back. A soft gasp slipped from her lips as he secured the belt.

The man didn’t hesitate to give a measured, but sharp spank to the closest cheek to him at the sound from Lena. A smack that caused the young woman to rise up slightly, though she held back to sound this time.

“Be quiet.” He reminded, his tone calm but firm.

The man let his hand rest where he had just smacked her, the warmth of his hand mingling with the sting of the smack. As Lena got accustomed to this feeling, the feeling of helplessness, the feeling of control, of pain, she suddenly felt another sharp smack of his hand. This caused her to gasp lightly, but she quickly bit her lip to stop it.

Lena’s breath caught in her throat as she felt his fingers dip lower, his hand slowly snaking between her thighs. His hand slid down and then back up, just putting the lightest bit of pressure to tease her slit, and she couldn’t help gently pushing down against his hand.

The man pulled his hand away at Lena’s movement and gave another sharp smack to her ass, but this time the other cheek. After the smack, his hand slipped between her thighs again, his fingers finding her clit with the softest of touches, before they moved back down again.

Lena could feel her whole body burning with arousal, yearning for more of his touch, and never wanting it to stop. She wanted to gasp, moan, and squirm for him, but she held herself still. The blindfold just added to the intensity of his touch.

“You’re already soaked,” The man remarked, his tone a statement.

Lena could feel a blush warming her cheeks at his words, but his touch, which soon had returned to between her legs, had her mind pulled off of that. As he fingers did light circles around her clit, Lena found her hips moving, trying to follow his movements.

The man’s movement ceased as he caught Lena’s movement and was bring his free hand down with a sharp smack on her ass. The smack caused Lena’s breath to catch in her throat and caused her to give the softest of wimpers.

“You don’t come. You don’t even get close unless I say that you can.”

His fingers picked up their movement again, sliding lower, the tips of two of his fingers parting her lips. He could feel her body tremble beneath his touch, could hear her hitch of breath, as his fingers started to circle, lightly grazing the entrance to her slit and the very edge of her clit.

Lena couldn’t help it, but she squirmed slightly, her body wrestling control away from her mind. She was aching, quivering, and just wanted more of his touch.

The man continued the movement of his fingers, but brough his free hand down with a smack to her ass and then another was soon to follow.

“Still.” The man practically growled at her.

Lena could feel her heart pounding in her chest at his command. She did as he said and stilled herself as much as she could. Something that proved to be quite difficult as the man continued the teasing with his fingers, the slow circles of her clit, before he was dropping those fingers lower, just barely teasing the entrance to her slit.

“I can keep you like this for hours,” The man whispered, his words spoken right beside her ear, his fingers still teasing the opening to her slit. “Burning, empty, obedient..”

Then, those two fingers that he had been teasing her entrance with slipped inside her. Just an inch. Just enough to stretch her. Just enough to promise.

Lena kept herself still, stopped her body from quivering at his words, and kept herself from giving in to her wants to feel more of his touch. But, as his fingers finally entered her teased and wet hole, the shocks of pleasure that shot through her had her giving a soft moan.

Immediately, the man pulled his fingers back, leaving Lena empty and untouched again, while his hand came down with a sharp smack on one cheek and then the other.

“Patience,” The man demanded and spoke again. “You’ll beg for permission before I let you come, and you will mean it.”

Lena was left there, wanting, and panting softly. As frustrating as the denial was, Lena found that it really aroused her, heightening the sensations. It made her cherish each touch. As Lena tried to gather herself, she felt weight on the bed behind her, followed by a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades and fingers trailing up her side.

“I want to hear you say it,” The man spoke, low and husky, and pressed another kiss to her tingling flesh. “I want you to ask for your punishment.”

Lena swallowed, trying to make herself speak, after trying not to make a sound for so long.

“Please punish me, Sir.” She finally whispered, her voice shaky, and spoke again. “Please...tease me more. Deny me. Use me.”

The man smiled at her words and delivered one last sharp slap to each of her ass cheeks, before he was moving off of the bed and stepping away from her.

Lena knelt there, her ass still stinging after the last smack, and left alone in silence and untouched for a long moment. Her body quivered lightly from the pleasure that still coursed through her, her pussy still throbbing with need, and her breath shaky.

The man suddenly gave a laugh, low and quiet, and he moved closer to the young woman again.

“Look at you,” The man remarked, and Lena could hear his footsteps getting closer. “On your knees, blindfolded, tied, dripping…”

Lena’s breath caught in her throat as she heard his words, that blush once again warming her cheeks. She could hear him move to the side of the bed, and then, it sounded as if his footsteps were behind her, and this is where they ended.

“And you don’t even know my name.” The man remarked, amusement laced in his tone.

Lena could feel a shiver move up her spine at his words, the realization once again making butterflies flutter in her stomach.

The man leaned in behind her, his lips inches from her ear. “You followed me up to my hotel room, alone, stripped for me, obeyed me...”

The man reached up, letting his fingers gently brush her cheek and trail down the side of her throat, just to let them rest on her collarbone. He could feel her body quiver under his touch and hear the sound of her breath catch in her throat.

“You have given your body to a man you met an hour ago. A man who could do anything he wanted to you.” The man spoke, his voice deeper, darker. His fingers also began their exploring again, the tips of them tracing up the back of her neck. “You are not just okay with that, you’re soaking for it.”

Lena fought the urge to arch into his touch, to squirm, to gasp. As he drove his words home again, about him being a complete stranger, that he could do as he wanted with her, Lena felt those butterflies again. Though she wasn’t scared or worried by the thought, but aroused instead.

The man moved around her. Lena couldn’t see him, but could hear his footsteps as he moved to her side. Without a word, he slipped his hand between her thighs, using one finger to glide over her slit, before he was pulling his hand back and soon, that finger was pressed to Lena’s lips.

“Open.” The man commanded, his voice firm.

Lena didn’t hesitate and parted her lips, which had the man sliding his finger into her mouth. Lena sucked on the digit gently, cleaning off her juices.

“Good girl,” The man murmured, pulling his finger back from her mouth and wiping the wetness across her cheek.

Lena almost let a moan escape as he called her a good girl, something about the words stirring that arousal in her, but she held still as she sucked on his finger, and as he pulled it away, marking her cheek in the process. Though now, it had been silent for a while. He had been still, though, so she knew that he did not move away and was standing there, watching her. That thought had her heart pounding more.

“You’d let me take you right here on the carpet, wouldn’t you?” The man was suddenly asking as he leaned in, his mouth right beside Lena’s ear. “Let me shove you to the floor and fuck you like a whore.”

Lena had jumped at the suddenness of his words and the breath on her ear. His words stirred up her arousal, causing her to squirm slightly, but she was soon nodding her head in response to his words.

“Say it.” The man demanded.

Lena took a shaky breath, trying to find her words. “I would, Sir. I-I would let you do anything.”

“Anything?” The man asked, a smirk on his lips that poured over to his question.

“Yes, Sir,” Lena answered, giving a soft nod of her head as she did so.

The man reached down between her legs, his fingers gliding along her slit, before giving a few slow circles around her clit. He could feel Lena’s body tense, trying to be good and still, and her breath caught in her throat.

“No,” The man spoke, suddenly taking his fingers away.

Lena whimpered, ever so softly, feeling the pleasure being pulled away from her again. She was desperate for his touch.

The man’s mouth was still next to her ear, his breath grazing over her cheek. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple, before his lips slid back towards her ear, and his hand would come up, gently gripping her chin.

Lena almost couldn’t take it anymore. She was about to crack, to beg for him to touch her again. Her clit throbbed for his touch, her pussy ached for release. But she was holding herself in check. Until he had placed that kiss on her temple, and she could feel his hand grip her chin. She almost melted.

“You’ll beg properly when I allow it. You’ll earn your release.” The man’s tone was firm, each breath of every word hitting Lena’s ear. “But, not until you know what you gave up when you entered this room.”

Lena felt a shiver move up her spine at his words, her lips parted in a soft, shaky breath. He still held her chin firmly in his hand. She didn’t dare move a muscle.

“Good girl,” The man murmured to her, the thumb on the side of her chin caressing it lightly. “If you want anything now, you will ask for it. Beg for it. I want to hear you and the sounds I can pull from you.”

Lena was caught in his words, the warmth of his body so close to hers, the arousal bubbling between her thighs, and his thumb gently caressing her skin. In that moment, she would do anything that he said. Before she could dwell on that, she felt his hand tangling in her hair sharply, causing her to give a soft gasp.

“Forward,” The man commanded and pushed her forward.

Lena complied, following his movements, and she would bend forward as he instructed.

“Lower,” The man spoke, urging her to go further. “Ass up.”

Lena could feel the blush on her cheeks as she leaned forward more, her cheek pressed to the bed, her still slightly red ass high and exposed. She felt ever more exposed to the man’s prying eyes.

“Stay like that,” The man urged and moved to step back behind Lena.

Lena stayed still as she was and listened, that blush burning deeper on her cheeks, as she could hear the man walking behind her. Feeling the warmth of his hands on her ass, Lena gave a soft gasp, and another, as she felt the firmer grip of his hands pulling her asscheeks apart to expose her most secretive of spots.

The mand shifted one of his hand and with his thumb, he gently dragged it up, the digit soon gently gliding over her tightly puckered asshole. He could feel Lena’s body jump under that unexpected touch, and he could hear the loud gasp that it pulled from the young woman.

“Mm,” The man murmured, his voice thick with pleasure, pleased at her reaction. “So shy here.”

Lena squirmed as he continued to tease that tight hole. Her blush had tinged her ears now, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of how good it felt. She had never considered letting anyone in there before.

“I had wondered,” The man spoke, his tone casual, and he was soon speaking again. “If a girl who kneels naked and blindfolded in a stranger’s hotel room had ever been taken in her ass before.”

If Lena hadn’t already been majorly blushing, she would have at his words. His teasing about her still being an anal virgin. She didn’t have much time to dwell on it as pleasure coursed through as his thumb continued to tease her asshole.

“You haven’t had your ass used, have you?” He asked, his thumb still teasing.

Lena’s lips parted in a soft moan, and hearing his question, she quickly shook her head, not able to quite get the words out.

“No, I didn’t think so.” The man spoke, his voice quiet, but his tone pleased. “Your body gives you away.”

Lena gasped as the man’s hands gripped her asscheeks more firmly and pulled them open more, exposing her further to his gaze and inspection.

“So tight, untouched, and unused.” The man murmured and spoke again. “You have never had anything in your ass? Never had it played with at all? Never rubbed like this?”

“No, S-sir,” Lena spoke and shook her head, her words stuttered from the pleasure coursing through her body, causing her brain to struggle.

“It’s mine now,” The man spoke, his thumb running over that tight hole lightly one more time, before it pressed in some. Not enough to enter her, but to make her feel the pressure, to make her know that if he wanted to, he could easily slide that digit in.

Lena shivered lightly at his words, but as she felt the pressure of his thumb on her asshole, her back arched lightly and she let out a gasp, followed but a soft moan.

“I know you would let me,” The man whispered behind her, his thumb keeping that pressure against her hole. “If I wanted this. You would let me take you here. Stretch this pretty little virgin hole until you couldn’t take it anymore.”

Lena whimpered softly, her eyes closing tightly beneath the blindfold as the array of feelings washed over her. His words made her feel naughty, almost dirty, but in a good way. She couldn’t deny the surge of pleasure they caused and the wetness of her pussy.

“You’d cry,” The man spoke, still teasing her with his thumb, and he continued. “You would beg, you would shake, hell, you might even come. But, you wouldn’t stop me.”

The man didn’t give Lena time to react; his thumb stopped teasing her tightly puckered hole, and his hand dipped lower, before slipping between her thighs. Two fingers slid up her wet slit, spreading her lips, and slid along either side of her clit.

Lena quivered beneath his touch, light gasps of pleasure leaving her lips, as she fought the urge to rock her hips against his hand. Her body ached for more.

“You will think about it now,” The man spoke, his fingers gently running circles around her clit. “You will know that I could. That I might.”

With those words, the man gave Lena one last hard smack to her ass and stepped away, taking away the pleasure of his fingers with him, causing Lena to whimper softly as she was left without again.

Lena lay still after she listened to the sound of her footsteps moving away from her. She laid there panting softly, her cheek pressed to the fabric of the bed, and her eyes were still closed beneath the blindfold.

She had been left alone for a long time. It felt a lot longer than it had ever been before. Even with her muscles starting to ache from being stuck in place, she didn’t dare move. She couldn’t hear him and didn’t know where he was. He could still be watching her.

It was then that Lena could hear some sounds. She could hear his footsteps entering the room again, she hadn’t even realized that he had left. She then could hear him moving some things around and walking around the room, from one side to the other. The last thing she could hear the the clink of what sounded like ice in a glass and the sound of some kind of liquid pouring.

“You are doing very well,” The man commented from across the room.

Lena perked up some, a small smile coming to her lips, along with butterflies in her stomach, as she took in his praise. As she glowed at his words, she could hear footsteps approaching closer and the clinking of his glass as it was set down somewhere near.

“You can sit back now,” He said and reached out, taking Lena’s upper arm to help pull her up. “Now, turn around and face me.”

Lena winced slightly as she was now righted, her muscles aching slightly from being in that other position for a while. She didn’t hesitate to follow his orders and was soon turning around, the best she could while blindfolded, to kneel in front of him. Her pussy still ached for touch, her clit still throbbing, but she held herself at some composure.

“Come,” The man commanded and reached out to take Lena’s arm to help her down off the bed.

Lena complied, even if a little slowly, with the stiffness in her limbs. She let him guide her, however, stepping cautiously as he moved her across the room. As they came to a stop, she was left to stand there, but she could hear him moving around to the front of her and then the sound of him sitting down.

“Kneel,” He spoke, giving a snap of his fingers to gesture that he wanted it done fast.

Lena was already starting to move at his words, but at the snap of his fingers, she knelt where she stood more quickly.

The man let Lena kneel there in silence as he grabbed his glass and raised it to take a drink. What Lena didn’t know was that as she was left on the bed, he had pulled the leather chair across the room and brought out a standing mirror from the other room. So, as he sat there and drank, not only could he see her face, but he could also see her behind.

“Here,” The man spoke as he lowered his glass and then offered it to her, reaching out to press the rim against her lips, as his other hand moved to her chin to help guide her. “Drink. It’s water.”

Lena blinked at the sudden ‘Here’ and the feeling of something cool pressing against her lips. As she felt his hand on her chin and heard him speak again, she took a small sip of the water.

“More,” He spoke, demanding her to drink more. “I want you hydrated for my plans for you.”

Lena raised a brow, but drank more of the water as he had instructed her to. She had to say, it really helped with her dry throat.

After he made her take another sip of water, he pulled the glass away from her lips, and his thumb from the hand on her chin moved up to gently wipe her lips. He set the glass back off to the side on a small table. After he did, his other hand moved away from her, and he just sat back to watch her quietly.

Lena knelt there, nude, exposed to him. She still squirmed lightly from time to time, he assumed from small pulses of arousal, he could see that her nipples were hard, and he could assume that her pussy was very wet, as it had been earlier.

“I feel like you want to ask,” The man spoke and reached down, his thumb brushing her bottom lip. “No, I feel like you want to beg for something.”

Lena could feel a blush warming her cheeks at his words. He could read her very well. She squirmed slightly, chewing on her bottom lip.

“Please...Sir…” She almost whimpered out, turning her blindfolded face towards him the best that she could.

“Please, what?” The man asked, a grin on his lips as he watched the young woman beg in front of him.

“Please…” Lena started again and slightly hesitated, but pushed on. “Please, touch me.” She pleaded, lifting herself up on her legs.

The man let out a soft breath, Lena’s begging seeming to be getting to him. “Where?” He asked, his voice low and husky.

“Anywhere…” Lena spoke, her voice almost a whisper. “Everywhere.”

“Anywhere?” The man asked, the smirk on his lips reaching his tone.

“Yes, Sir,” Lena answered, her voice soft but serious. She had meant what she said.

“Good girl,” He offered, his words gentle, his tone sounding pleased.

The man didn’t speak for a long moment after he praised her. Instead, he just watched her, knelt in front of him, no words now from her, but even her body was begging him to touch her.

“Come here,” He was suddenly speaking and reached down, gently grabbing her upper arm as he pulled her up to standing.

Lena blinked beneath the blindfold at his sudden words and stood, grateful to stretch her legs out, as her knees were starting to get sore from all of the kneeling. She was unsure as to what he had planned next, but she was anticipating it.

“Up here, my lap,” The man instructed, and with one hand still on her arm, the other went to her waist, and he would gently pull her up onto his lap.

Lena froze as she was pulled onto his lap, the warmth of his body washing over her, the electricity of his touch as he positioned her. She straddled his lap, her back pressing against his chest, her thighs spread by his hands. She could feel that ache twinge between her thighs and even more so as she felt one of his hands slide up her chest and his fingers grazing against her throat.

“Stay just like that,” The man murmured, his mouth right beside her ear. After he spoke, he let his hands fall to rest on her hips and looked across the room to the mirror across from them. He couldn’t help but grin at her image there, her arms still bound behind her back, still blindfolded, and spread for his eyes to see.

Lena stilled as he commanded her, her heart pounding lightly in her ears, the butterflies once again fluttering around her stomach as she sat there in his lap. She could feel his gaze upon her, but also now the warmth of his body against hers. It did little to quell the burning between her thighs.

“I am going to unbind you and take off the blindfold,” He stated, giving her hips a gentle squeeze, and then had her sit up. His hands moved from her hips and undid the belt around her wrists, snaking the leather free, before tossing it to the side of the chair.

“I want you to close your eyes,” He instructed and reached up, his fingers toying with the knot of the blindfold at the back of her head. “You will not open your eyes unless I tell you to.”

Lena had shifted her arms forwards quickly once he had unbound them. It felt good to stretch them out. But, hearing his words, she stopped moving to listen to him.

“Yes, Sir.” Lena answered, showing that she understood what he was asking of her, and she would close her eyes.

The man’s fingers would work at the knot, getting it loose rather quickly, and he was soon pulling the fabric off of her face. He, of course, looked up at the mirror to make sure that she had her eyes closed. That she was obeying.

Lena did indeed have her eyes closed, closed tightly at the new sensation of the light in the room after having been blindfolded for a while now.

“Lean back into me and put your arms at your sides,” The man instructed as his hands moved to her thighs, pulling them further apart.

Lena could feel a blush warming her cheeks as she felt him pulling her thighs wider, but she listened to his instructions, despite her embarrassment, and leaned back against him, her arms thankful for the break as they rested at her sides.

One of the man’s hands, which had rested on her thigh, slowly slid down, gliding further between her thighs. As his fingers made their way to her clit, he slipped a finger on either side of it, giving a light pressure as he squeezed it very gently.

The shock of pleasure that coursed through her as he touched her and then gently squeezed her clit, had Lena arching her back lightly, and a soft moan come from her lips. She was still so very sensitive and aching for him.

The man continued, stroking up and down, with a finger still on either side of her clit. His other hand gently rested on her hip, acting as an anchor, and ready to hold her down if needed. Though, for now, he was enjoying the soft moans and squirming of pleasure from the young woman. The whole time, he watched them both in the mirror.

“You have not opened your eyes,” He remarked, his fingers still lazily rubbing her clit. There was almost a tone of surprise in his voice. “Not once have you tried to open your eyes.”

Lena was starting to have trouble focusing on his words as his fingers continued to work that sensitive little nub. Her thighs quivered, her breath was shaky, her body tingled, and her mind was foggy from pleasure. But, she managed to listen to him between it all.

“I want to be good,” Lena managed to get out, her breath soft, shaky.

“I know,” The man murmured, whispering in her ear, as his fingers continued to tease her. “And you are.”

Lena felt a small shiver move up her spine at his words. She was happy that he thought she was being good. She had never done this before, had never felt this way before, and was doing her best to be obedient.

The man’s hands moved from her clit and slid lower, parting her slit, and then his fingers would glide lower, gently grazing her butthole, before sliding up again. He kept this pattern, slow, teasing, as he felt Lena’s body quiver under his touch. He could hear each soft gasp and moan.

“When I tell you to,” He started, his fingers still working. “I want you to open your eyes.”

Lena bobbed her head in a soft nod, but a moan coming from her lips stopped any words that may have followed the nod. She did listen, however, and kept her eyes tightly closed.

“Now,” The man instructed, his fingers returning to her clit, gently circling it.

Lena started to open her eyes, but quickly squinted again at the light in the room. It took her a moment for her eyes to focus, for the room to come in clearly. As it did, she froze, a soft gasp leaving her lips, and an immediate blush stained her cheeks.

She was looking at herself in the mirror across from them. She was seated in his lap, flushed, her thighs spread wide, showing off her slit. His fingers played there and she could feel a surge of pleasure as she watched him rubbing her clit.

Then, her eyes wandered to his arms and then up, searching out his features. His face was half shadowed behind her, but his eyes were intense, only focused on her, and soon flicked up to meet her eyes as she looked at him. With a soft gasp of both pleasure and surprise, Lena quickly looked away.

“I want you to keep watching,” He instructed and spoke again. “I want you to watch as I touch you. I want you to watch as your body quivers as your pleasure builds. I want you to watch how your lips part when you moan.”

Lena’s breath caught in her throat at his words, her eyes closing momentarily, as she tried to center herself. It was not working with his continued touch, and as her eyes opened, she focused on the mirror, a blush deepening again as she watched herself.

The man’s fingers continued to tease her, lightly circling her clit, just to dip lower, teasing along her slit. Occasionally, his fingers would slip lower, grazing that tightly puckered hole of hers. It caused Lena to gasp every time and her back to arch.

“Such a good girl,” He whispered in her ear, his fingers lightly picking up their pace. “Would you like to come?”

Lena fought to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head as pleasure rolled through her. Every swipe of his fingers sent shocks of pleasure throughout her body, causing her hips to arch, and moans, along with gasps, poured from parted lips. She could feel her orgasm rising, always looming in the background, but she remembered his earlier words. At his question, though, Lena’s eyes flicked to him momentarily, surprised, before she looked back again.

“Yes,” Lena spoke softly, her voice laced with a soft whimper of need. “Sir, please…” Lena pleaded with him with words and soon, boldly, looked back up again, trying to plead with her eyes.

“Watch,” The man reminded, his tone firm.

The man, despite chiding Lena, did not stop his touch, but as before, increased it. This time, however, as his fingers slid down from her clit, two slid deeply into her still wet slit, and curled up against that soft spot inside her.

After he had told her to watch, Lena looked back towards the mirror, watching as his fingers teased down her slit. Though as those two fingers sank deep into her, she let out a louder moan and her hips instinctively rocked down against his hand.

The man was deft in his movements, his fingers moving firmly in and out of her, making sure to pay attention to that spot as before. As the fingers on one hand worked, his other hand slid up her side, over her ribs, and cupped her left breast. His fingers wasted no time it giving the flesh a firm squeeze, and soon, his fingers were gently teasing her nipple.

Lena squirmed against him, her toes curling lightly, and her head dipped back momentarily, before she looked back up again. Her hands were balled into fists, her nails lightly digging into the palms of her hands, as soft gasps and moans of pleasure left her lips. Her mind was erased of any previous shame or doubt, and was now solely on the pleasure of his fingers.

“I want you to come for me,” The man whispered huskily into her ear, his fingers sliding in and out of her wet folds. “I want you to watch as your body gives in to me.”

Lena felt her breath hitch in her throat at his words, and between fluttered lids, she tried to keep her eyes focused on the mirror before her. As the pleasure got deeper, as her finish line got closer, keeping her eyes open became harder and harder.

The man’s fingers pressed deeper, more pressure applied to that soft spot inside her, the new pressure causing Lena to jump, though she moaned loudly. So, he did it again, slowly this time, dragging the pads of his fingers across that spot. This time, along with Lena’s moan and quiver, he could feel the walls of her pussy tightening around his fingers.

Lena couldn’t take it anymore, and instead of holding off the orgasm as it built, she played into it, watching herself rocking her hips down into his fingers, grinding herself against his hand as her body arched in pleasure. It wasn’t long until she received her prize. Like a flash of lightning, her toes were curling as a loud moan came from parted lips, her whole bodly, along with her pussy, convulsing lightly with the orgasm.

The man, however, instead of slowing down as he felt her climax, he kept up with the speed of his fingers and his other hand slid down to rub her clit.

“You are not done,” He urged, his tone husky and dark.

Lena whimpered softly, squirming under the intensity of his continued pleasure, trying to close her thighs, but he wouldn’t let her. It felt like way too much, her clit throbbing beneath his touch, but it also felt amazing. Lena’s eyes suddenly widened, and then her lips parted in another loud moan, her head dipping back against him as another orgasm ripped through her body.

“Such a good girl,” He cooed to her, slowing down the movements of his fingers as her orgasm subsided. Soon after, his fingers would slowly slip out of her slit, but his other fingers remained slowly rubbing her clit.

Lena laid back against him, her eyes now closed, her body dotted with sweat, as she panted heavily. Her body twitched lightly as he continued to rub her clit and little shocks of pleasure shot through her body. She had never felt pleasure like that, and her mind was still trying to pull itself together.

The man pressed a little firmer with the fingers teasing her clit, following Lena’s hips as they shifted, almost as if she was trying to get away from his touch.

“Still,” He instructed, though he was sure that it was mostly instinctual.

Lena did her best to still herself, holding her body still and thighs open, as she still tried to catch her breath. Though she was having trouble taking breaths between soft moans, as she could feel pleasure building again.

“How many times have you ever come at a time?” The man suddenly asked, his fingers continuing their assault after he dipped down, collecting some of her juices.

Lena raised a brow slightly at his question and was soon shaking her head, and her body was soon arching into his hand. She couldn’t answer for a long moment.

“O-once,” She finally answered, her breath shaky and words stuttered.

The man grinned to himself and ceased his questions, but did continue his touch, applying more pressure now as he circled that sensitive little nub.

“You’ve had two, can you go for three?” He asked, teasingly, his fingers relentless.

Lena’s breath hitched in her throat, and a soft gasp was to follow, her hips rocking down against his hand. She almost felt embarrassed by his words, but those thoughts were quickly taken from her mind as the pleasure built.

“Come again for me,” The man urged, picking up the pace with his circling fingertips, using her cues of moans and gasps to set his pace and pressure.

“I…Oh, god...” Lena had tried to say that she was getting close, trying to warn him, but her body had other ideas. Her head dipped back against him again as her thighs quivered, a moan and a soft whimper of pleasure to follow as the pleasure coursed through her.

As he could feel her orgasm waning, the man slowed his touch before he pulled his hands away and let them rest on her hips again, his fingers gently brushing there. He was trying to give her some time to come down and pull herself back together.

Lena lay back against him for a long time, her breath heavy at first, but had since slowed. Her body once twitched and quivered, but was now mostly still. She didn’t know what to say or do, so she just lay there, thinking about what had just happened.

“Such a good girl,” The man said and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on her temple. “When you are ready, you should get dressed and go.”

Lena could feel a light blush on her cheeks at his kiss and his first words. Though as he continued, her brow furrowed, and she would sit up, daring to turn and look at him.

“What about you?” Lena asked. He had pleasured her, but she had not pleasured him. She didn’t like that thought.

The man held her gaze her a long moment, a stern look upon his features as she spoke to him. Though it was soon softening as he looked at the young woman before him.

“I decide when I receive my pleasure,” He spoke, his tone stern, hoping to remind Lena of her place.

Lena shrank back some at his tone, her eyes fluttering down, before she timidly looked back up. “I didn’t mean it like that…” She finally murmured, her voice soft as she tried to justify herself.

“Enough,” The man spoke and brought up a hand, pressing a finger to her lips. “I told you what you are to do. Get dressed and go.”

Lena was a bit annoyed by this, that annoyance flaring up in her eyes, something he might catch, but she managed to stay calm. She simply nodded to his words and climbed out of his lap, her legs still a little shaky.

The man didn’t speak or move for a long time. He just sat in that leather chair as he watched Lena move around the room to collect her belongings and try to right herself, so she looked more presentable than a walk of shame.

Lena was doing just as the man had described. She was collecting pieces of clothing and slipping them on as she went. She also kept stopping periodically to look at herself in the mirror. She was fussing to keep her mind busy, as she didn’t want to ask him the burning question she had. She wanted to know if she would see him again.

“Next Friday night,” He spoke, watching as Lena slipped on her heels, preparing to go. “I expect to see you at the bar again. The same time as tonight.”

Lena blinked and looked up, her brows raised some in surprise. She hadn’t expected an answer from him. Especially to a question she had never even asked. She couldn’t help but smile at that, though, and looked away with a nod, trying to hide her excitement.

“Yes, Sir,” Lena answered and stood, straightening herself out. She was all ready to go. All put back together. At least, on the outside.

“Good,” The man answered and finally stood from the chair, before he moved across the room to stand before Lena.

“I will be prepared for you next time,” He spoke, his words almost a warning, and without another type of warning, he was leaning down and pressing a kiss against her lips.

Lena’s brow furrowed slightly at his words, but she didn’t have much time to dwell on that. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as she felt his lips press against hers, but she was soon leaning into it, timidly kissing him back.

The man did not hold her kiss for long before he broke it and stepped back from her, his eyes focusing on her.

As the kiss was broken, Lena took in a deep breath and looked slowly up at him. After looking at him for a long moment, without a word, and a deep blush on her cheeks, she turned to head towards the door, unlocking the door and letting herself out.

As the door closed behind her, Lena stood on the other side of it for a long moment, contemplating what had just happened to her and what she had gotten herself into. She wasn’t sure, but she was excited for whatever was to come her way.

With a smile, her body tired but satisfied, Lena started, heading down the hall and on her way back towards her home.