My servants had stripped and bound my guest, Nika. Meeting and conversing on-line, we had not seen each other in person before this moment.  Two adventurous sexual athletes at the prime of their lives; this weekend was going to be epic.

When I walked into the study, the glorious, tanned beauty was standing, admiring an expensive painting on my wall. She did not turn around as I approached.  

“A magnificent work of art,” I told her. “Inspiring and exquisite.” 

I stepped up behind her. One hand cupped a perfect breast and tweaked the hard nipple it found there. The other wandered down to graze the upper part of her womanly mound.  

Not deeply, not intrusively; those actions would come later. She would be under my control for the first night. I would be under hers for the second.  

With the hands that were cuffed behind her, she measured and caressed my already-erect cock through my satin pajama bottoms. It grew even harder.

(I was going for a playful Hugh Hefner-like sense of decadence to break the tension of our meeting.) 

“A majestic piece of work, Kevin,” she said, still facing front. “Perfect in form and power.” 

“I wasn’t talking about the painting,” I whispered into her ear.  

“Neither was I,” she softly replied.