when I see the fire in those hazel eyes, the fire in those rubies dripping off her neck toward her pink, erect nipples, my cock twitches with arousal. The head of my cock is already beaded with pre-cum. Its shaft is straining for her. My skin is hot. But tonight is all about the slow-burn. It’s a night to savor, every bit as much as the special bottle of Bordeaux we’re going to drink.
“You need to see yourself right now.”
I take Georgina’s hand in mine and lead her to a nearby mirror, and then stand behind her, the tip of my cock brushing her ass, as she takes in her glorious, glowing reflection.
As she stares at herself, she touches the necklace, in awe of it. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you for seeing it and thinking of me.”
“I had no choice. It was made for you. It belonged to you, even as it sat in the store window.” I kiss her shoulder, making her shudder with arousal. “Amalia left an incredible meal for us in the oven. Eggplant parmigiana. Another favorite of mine. We’ll eat at the big table, on opposite ends.” I nuzzle my nose into her hair and inhale her glorious scent. “And then, I’m going to carry you upstairs, my queen, and give you a night that will change you forever.”
***
Georgina, my queen, is wearing nothing but her ruby collar. I’m wearing nothing but a smile. We’re sitting in high-backed upholstered chairs at opposite ends of my long dining table, the air between us crackling with sexual heat. And we’re eating and chatting and sipping a bottle of Bordeaux, like all of this is the most natural thing in the world.
In fact, I think it’s the apparent normalcy of this meal, while we’re both naked and fully aroused, that’s making it so scorching hot. It’s the calm before the storm, the ultimate foreplay, and we both know it.
Finally, when both our plates are empty and Georgina’s second glass of wine is gone, I push my empty plate and goblet aside and rise, showing her my erection.
“Come to me,” I say, my eyes locked with hers. “Crawl across the table on all fours and come to me.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She pushes her plate and glass aside, the way I just did, places her linen napkin onto her plate, and rises. With her eyes trained on mine, she climbs onto the table on all fours, and proceeds to crawl slowly across it, like a cat.
Well, isn’t that fitting, I think. Because, since the moment we met, Georgina and I have been engaged in a game of cat and mouse—a game in which both players have thought, at one time or another, they were the cat. But now, watching my glorious feline traversing the length of my table, I feel our roles cementing. Georgina is the cat in our relationship. There’s no doubt about it. And I’m the wolf.
She comes to a halt in front of my straining cock, licking her lips. Her eyes ablaze, she whispers, “I’ve been fantasizing about—”
I put up my palm. “From here on out, you won’t speak except when given a command or asked a question. When I give you a command, you’ll reply ‘Yes, sir.’ When I ask you a question, you’ll answer it fully, but say nothing more.”
Her hazel eyes flicker with heat. “Yes, sir.”
I run my thumb over her full lower lip. “You never have to do anything you don’t want to do, Georgina. Not with me or anyone else. Ever. I have no desire to hurt or humiliate you. I only desire to give you the most outrageous pleasure of your life—an extreme form of it you didn’t know was possible. If you don’t want me to do something, tell me so. It’s as simple as that. I don’t want to force you to do anything. I don’t want to cause you discomfort, let alone pain. If you feel pain, which you shouldn’t, tell me so, and I’ll immediately stop whatever I’m doing. If you’re scared, say so—and, again, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing so you can catch your breath and decide if you want to proceed. At which point, you’ll tell me so, clearly and without equivocation. Do you understand?”
She nods, looking relieved—and incredibly turned on. “Yes, sir.”
“Do you trust me to take good care of you?”
“I do.” She softens. “I really do trust you, Reed. I’m nothing but excited.”
I hold her trembling face in my hands. “You loved the swing,