"I saw you looking at him across the room, that Russell. Lust in your eyes just like you used to look at me," I said, calmly, matter-of-fact as we walked into the bedroom of our hotel suite.

I placed the half finished bottle of Dom Perignon on my bedside cabinet.

"And?" you asked. "What of it? He looks like you did twenty years ago. Fit, toned, handsome."

"Are you suggesting that I'm none of those any more?" I asked, turning back towards you - a thinly veiled threat of steel in my voice.

"I'm not 'suggesting' anything," you sneered. "I could see from where I stood that he's more of a man than you could ever be ...." I watched the corner of your mouth twitch malevolently.

"Ouch - I almost believed you there," I sniggered.

I hung up my tux jacket, and started to undo my cuff links. The superhero ones you got me for Xmas.

"Seriously baby," you blushed, "he looked like he'd be hung like a horse. I wouldn't know what to do with it..."

You giggled, before getting back into role.

"Yes, I've heard he fucks like a wild stallion. You remember what that's like don... No of course you wouldn't."

"I don't like the way you're talking to me.." I replied.

"And? What, are you not man enough to do something about it?"

I walked towards you, bow tie untied, hanging down either side of my unbuttoned shirt. You glanced at my partly exposed chest, and I could hear the check in your breathing and saw your eyes flash.

"Please stop," I said.

"Or what?" you asked, a challenge in your voice.

I thought for a few seconds.

"Or I will have to chastise you. "

You put your hands on your hips, leant forward, and laughed in my face sarcastically. "Ha, you and whose army?"

I moved to grab you, but you were just as fast and caught me with a slap across my left cheek. A good solid, head-spinning smack. I felt a sharp pain, and then a serious burn, with a pulse behind it. Anger loomed ominously.

Adrenalin and endorphins pumped into me, fuelling me. I grabbed both of your wrists, looking at the sheer horror in your eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... " you repeated, worry in your voice that you had taken it too far in the heat of the moment.

I took a deep breath and looked deep into your eyes, a snarl turning up the corner of my mouth.

And winked.

And saw the relief on your face. Still playing...

"You... Will... Be... Punished for that."

Pushing you slowly backwards towards the four poster bed, I waited until the last second before spinning you round and pushing you forward. 

You sprawled across the large counterpane, and quickly I was there beside you, grabbing both arms again.

Before you could react with anything but a shriek of surprise I had you in leather manacles, one around each wrist, attached to the two head-end posts.

"I'm afraid that I'm going to be owe you a new little black Prada dress after tonight," I said, and ripped both shoulders while you tried to get your feet beneath you.

"Bastard!" you screamed at me, before saying in a more reasonable tone, "it's okay, the new season ones are out next week," with a smile, and a silent thank you.

I smiled, the redness on my face still pulsing away. I was pretty sure that I could feel the individual fingers of your hand.

I grabbed your feet, pulling you flat on the bed and removed your dress as you kicked out at me, cursing. 

I sat on your backside as I secured your ankles to the other two posts.

"There," I said, feeling rather pleased with myself.

"Baby, you've outdone yourself - where did you get these restraints from?"

I told you, and added that I had set them up at one exceptionally long expedition to the bar.

"Well, it worked a treat, I had no idea!"

I looked down at you - black seamless hold-up stockings and black silk thong and bra. Ass cheeks pink and waiting. Making me unbelievably horny.

"Time for your punishment."

"Fuck you!" you spat at me and bucked and hauled at the restraints. 

I sat on your back to hold you down, and gazed at your firm pertness, before

Smack!

You squealed, and I could feel your breathing intensify.

Smack! On the other cheek.

Yelp!

Smack

Yelp

Smack

Squeal

Smack

Ow

Smack

Mmm

Smack

Hmmm

Smack

Ohhh

Smack

Oooh oooh ooooh

SMACK!

Aaa ah, aaaaah, aaah! More more baby!

Aaah,aaah,aaahHH !

You convulsed! And convulsed, and slowly your breathing became more normal.

Mmm you murmured, grinning like the cat that's got the cream.

I strode across and retrieved the Moët, glugging greedily.

I took off my bow-tie and threw it on the bed next to you.

You looked confused.

I finished taking off my shirt, shoes and trousers, and finally my socks and trunks. You gazed lovingly at my body, and lustily at my firm cock and balls.

"I hope you know how to use that thing... " you said, trying to go for sarcasm but falling back into the gentle arms of the waning orgasm ripples.

I sat beside you on the bed and kissed you on your smile. You smiled some more and then gently nipped my bottom lip.

While you were distracted I took the bow-tie, and expertly turned it into a blindfold, tying it behind your head just as you realised what I was doing.

"What?" you asked in confusion.

"Shhh, relax. This will help you concentrate on other senses."

I moved to the foot of the bed and stopped for a second, staring at the vision in front of me.

Stunning black high heels, stockings right up to two inches of perfect thigh before two well punished, glowing red peaches, above a moist silk covered mound. A vision that dreams are made of, and Empires fall for.

I breathed deep, inhaling your aroma, your intimacy, your essence.

Tasting you.

I knelt on the bed and worked my way up both legs, gently kissing. 

Up to the laughter line, and across on to the flesh of your thighs. I love the taste of you. Intoxicating and addictive.

I licked, as you purred. Up towards your ass, the heat radiating outwards from them as I kissed and licked your beautiful peachy cheeks. I took another mouthful from the bottle, and drizzled it over your round orbs, much to your surprise judging from the sharp intake of breath and increase in purring intensity as the cool smooth bubbles raced down the valley between your heavenly cheeks, over your tempting pucker and down, down, down to mingle with your own wetness.

I moved the silk gusset to the side and ran my tongue up, from your engorged clit to your ass. Slowly. Licking and sucking. Licking and sucking. And spreading your legs more to gain further access as my tongue delved deeper. Trying to reach your core, first through one entry and then the other. My fingers followed behind, adding their own rhythm of strokes and tweaks and thrusts and spreads...

I felt you tense and tense and tense... and inserted fingers into both holes at once, twisting them.

You came in big gasping breaths!!!

My hand was suddenly awash in your honey, wave after wave after wave, a scream caught in your throat.

You hadn't touched me yet, but my cock was hurting with the desire for you. The end was already well lubricated with pre-cum. Not that it was needed.

I unfastened your ankles so that you could kneel, and I slid into you right to the hilt, stopping to savour the moment, your pussy gripping and relaxing. Such amazing muscle control.

"No," I heard you say under your breath. You stopped.

I stopped. "What?"

"Undo my hands," you said.

I withdrew and complied, apologising in case I had hurt you. You shooshed me, and removed the blindfold before pulling off those little black pants and bra and rolling onto your back. You pulled your knees up to your shoulders and said, "Now fuck my tight little ass good and fucking proper."

I looked you in the eye questioningly, and you said, with such intense passion, "Well tonight is so fucking hot, I want to share this last part of me with you. And I know you want it..."

Well, there was no denying that.

I pushed myself slowly in, as you took short sharp breaths, and I pulled back to your moan, as you watched our union intently. An intense feeling of sharing joined us. 

We got a slow rhythm working, and I leant forward to nuzzle your breasts, licking and sucking and nibbling those gorgeous nipples.

One arm held me in place, and the other slipped under me, first to squeeze my balls gently as I thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw, and then to find a parallel rhythm on your clit, and along your soaking wet seam.

I glanced along your body, and the sight just tipped me over the edge. My balls pulsed as hard as I have ever felt them, and I couldn't help but break into a race for the finish.

"I'm..." I started before it caught in my throat.

"I know baby, just go for it!" I heard you say, and saw a look of heavenly joy on your face as you joined me in the throes of ecstatic release. I thought I was never going to stop.

What seemed like hours, but in reality was scant minutes later, we lay together, arms around each other, exhausted but glowing in loves warmth. Kissing each other, softly, slowly, passionately.

"Mmm," you murmured. "Why did I wait so long to do that? It was incredible."

"Just as long as you don't wait as long to do it again," I said, smiling.

"At least let me get my breath back baby..."