Sebastian sat on the bed and waited. He was nervous, pacing the room with his hands in his pockets, breathing deeply to slow his racing heart rate. She always made him wait. It was a calculated tease; just long enough to build his anticipation, and not too long to make it spill over into frustration. The room was large, with an Emperor sized bed in the middle of it pushed up against the back wall. A heavy iron headboard made from black railings loomed over it like a medieval castle gate.
There were no windows here, so soft lighting was supplied by discreet wall lamps and a subtle hanging light dangling from the ceiling. There were some tasteful water colours and ornate mirrors adorning the walls.
A door behind him opened. It wasn't the door he'd used, this was the other door, her door. The door that stayed locked until it was time for the encounter to start. He watched it open slowly unable to see who was behind it, he stepped forward a few steps to his right, taking his hands out of his pockets, trying to get a better angle. She caught his eye and smiled. He wiped his face, clearing his vision. She closed the door behind her and faced him.
She looked perfect.
The techs had done a great job. Her hair was ashen black and flowing with soft curls at the end. A few loose strands softened her fringe across her eyes; and her eyes glistened that electric blue. The perfect shade he'd picked out all those years ago. They weren't too big but possessed a glint to
them that he just couldn't resist. He often thought that, that was the source of her power over him. A naughty come hither look that was perfectly calibrated to arouse his deepest primal feelings. Of course it had all been calibrated. Sebastian had paid a tech to spend a few hours with him to get it just right, and oh my God had he got it right. It hit the spot every time she deployed it.
She wore a pink silk dressing gown, loosely tied, falling to her knees. Black lace-up boots climbed her tanned calves. As she moved, the gown parted, revealing a toned athletic thigh.
He slowly swallowed as he watched her get nearer, drinking in every detail. She stopped just in front of him, his hands hanging at his sides, uncertain what to do. She gently stroked his lapel, watching her own hand slide across the material, then looked up.
There it was again, that look.
Sebastian gasped as he looked deep into her eyes. She ran her hand down his chest, feeling his heartbeat thrumming through the sensors in her palm. She stepped around him, dragging her hand across his back, slowly walking to the other side of the bed. He pivoted, tracking her every move. 'You haven't been to see me for a while,' she complained. A script, but one he'd paid extra for. The voice he'd picked for her was a husky but soft Californian accent. It sounded intelligent without being too smart.
"I'm sorry," he caught his breath, "I...I just couldn't get away," She put her hands behind her back and raised one knee onto the bed, her expression stern. Of course she'd never actually lose her temper.
"I see," she turned and very slowly opened the draw of the beside table next to her, watching him in the mirror. He was nearly ready. She slowly reached into the draw and pulled out a black leather riding crop and lay it on the bed, and closed the draw.
"Come here," she instructed softly as she pointed to a spot on the floor by her feet. He did as instructed. They stood face to face, about four feet apart, she could tell this was the right moment and undid the belt of her silk dressing gown, letting it fall to the floor. Sebastian absorbed the sight before him.
Red lace panties wrapped around her hips, while a matching half cup bra covered her perfect breasts; just the tops of her nipples showing above the lace. Then there was his special request. A black leather harness that wrapped over her shoulders, and around her waist and back from a black metal ring at her sternum. Sebastian was breathing fast, his expression changing.
With her left hand she picked up the riding crop and flexed it harshly in front of him. She sank to her knees in one fluid motion, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Next she held the riding crop to her mouth and bit down hard on it. Then she placed her wrists together and raised her hands up slowly towards him as if in prayer.
He looked down at her, his face hardening, a dark cloud seemingly filling his eyes. He looked stern and mean. He loomed over her, unwound his tie, and started to bind her wrists with it.