Hypolite --”Hope” blinked. When her eyelids lifted, it was still the same. If it was a dream, it was a perfectly lucid one. She let her sensations glide downward. Her boots were gone; her toes and ankles naked. Some tension at her ankles, ropes or straps. As she twisted her lithe neck, she felt the constraint of a thick leather collar. The cool kiss of metal chain hung from it, between her nipples – harder than she'd ever felt.
She moaned as a trickle of ribbon coiled against her naked belly and played serpent games across her pale torso. She took a deep breath realizing her dress had vanished – most of her clothing had. Only the veil-like drape of her sheer black panties remained; framing his hips, groin, and ass.
Hope couldn't help brushing his tongue along his dry lips. Like a lizard, part of his brain tasted: salt, heat, he could taste the aurora of man scent. The older man hovered over his naked body; ran fingers down Hope's bare body; electrifying. As electric as an hour ago, his presence had shocked her at the bar. She wasn't naked then; not for awhile. A clinging femme fatale dress had covered her then; little else: sheer black panties, stockings to match; heels. Smoky-eyed, Hope had immediately felt him against her. One of those men who command a roomfull of fans and picks out one of them to be his. Tonight. Right now. For just one night. Probably. He had electrified Hope just by appearing, Beside her, he made her soul crawl. In a good way. Now she lay, open to him, bound by him. She'd never felt her body, mind, and spirit so attuned to one man: him.
Focused as fuck, Hope sighed as he rubbed his stiff cock across her face. She murmured unintelligible whispers, hisses, kitten growls and pretended to struggle against him as more of his body raked across hers. When his fleshy cock and tight ball sack caressed against her skin, sliding across the silky veil over her hips and ass sent shivers along Hope's spine and shocked spasms through her pelvis.
She knew he hadn't drugged her or even made her over drink. His presence was intoxicating. Like a long wolf of a man who'd been fucking a lifetime; hunted even by his prey. The sexual thrill of it; wild, passionate, kingly. Everyone knew he fucked like a king; had heard it said. Mythic, yet human as it gets; Alpha man; Daddy and Commander. Hot Daddy. And now Hope lay stretched for his pleasure; “Anything you want, Daddy,” Hope managed to whisper.
“Louder,” said the older man. Fingtertips teasing Hope's aching nipples.
Hope pretended to writhe and struggle; grazing upward along his body.
“No.” Her voice was a hummingbird's squeal.
She felt his thick cock throb violently, lava precum oozing down to burn against her. He grazed her gaping mouth with the knobby head of his purpled cock. Precum dribbled down to her chin. She suddenly felt her lips stretched, filled. He was in her mouth. And then gone.
“More,” Hope groaned.
His deep voice swept over her in a mocking tone. “No.”
Hope imagined it was a mini-orgasm. They both shuddered, touching only at the groin; cock and balls grinding on balls and cock. Both precumming to lube the friction; frotting man on man. Hope had never felt it before. Her world was rocked.
Of course, Hope came. So did the older man; she felt it hot and liquid on her. Marking her, in her naked bondage, as belonging to him..
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