His instructions were clear. To prepare herself to present to him at half past six that evening. Wearing the lingerie that would arrive around five o’clock for her. Megan loves surprises. And she likes showing off her body for Keith's enjoyment. She was excited the moment she read his text. Once a month, she took a day off to pamper herself. Morning was spent in the gym. A bite to eat and a coffee with friends for lunch before having her nails and hair done in the afternoon. Today was no exception, apart from the message.

She had waited all day for this moment, and the time had come for her to open the boxes that the courier had delivered. Her excitement was palpable; butterflies fluttered in her stomach, their wings beating faster, as she closed in on opening the first box. What she found did not disappoint. An elegant, bondage-inspired open-cut bra, comprising a collar with thin straps attaching to gold rings above the breasts. Two more thin straps peeled off to form a triangle around the breast, then attached to thicker straps running underneath and around her body. All coming together with gold-plated clasps and metalwork.

The next box produced a matching thong. A soft, wide waistband led to a mesh V-shaped panel with straps overlaid across the front. A six-strap suspender. Finished the ensemble and paired effortlessly with stockings. Her tingles grew, spreading through her body. As she slowly slid into the lingerie. Checking each piece to make sure it looked perfect before moving on. She knew which shoes she would wear. A luxurious pair of Jimmy Choo's that she had gifted herself and only wore on incredibly special occasions. The gold crystal boldly contrasts with her teal-coloured underwear, adding vibrancy and energy. She was ready for him.

She descended the stairs with effortless allure, every step measured and deliberate. The precision of her movements owed as much to her four-inch heels that she had mastered as to the confidence and sensuality of her own sex appeal. She waited until just a moment before half past six before opening the door to his study. The door creaked open. Her eyes immediately drew to Keith, who was facing away, folding his trench coat and resting it on the back of his leather chair. The sound of the door made him glance at his watch.

“Half past, on the dot,” he noted.

He turned round, sitting back in the high wingback chair as he did. To see Megan standing provocatively, with her back and one leg resting against the door frame. A hand placed on her bent thigh, and a hand tracing over her cheek, running over her breast, and continuing down the side of her body until her fingertips stopped at the top of her stockings.

“Show yourself off for me,” he demanded, gesturing for her to move closer.

She strides forward like a model on a catwalk. Head held high and with a subtle sway from the hips, pausing just long enough to let his eyes map every curve and contour. No matter how stern his look, his eyes could never deceive. Full of pride and admiration for her beauty, and the way she walked with a sultry finesse. And she knew it. Her eyes dared him to take her, her pouting lips offering him her services. A flick across the upper lip with the tip of her tongue reinforces her point. It was not arrogance in her pose, only an understanding of her worth, especially to the man watching. The man to whom she had lent all the power for the evening.

“I’m aware of what you're trying to do, Missy; that’s not what I told you to do," he barked.

He gestured for her to stand at a spot directly in front of him. Megan hesitated briefly, torn between complying and disobeying. Wondering what the consequences would be. She decided to take a step forward and comply, stopping a hair’s breadth away from his face. Her head bowed in submission.

 “Please forgive me," she whispered.

 He ran the pads of his fingers across her bare skin.

 “Turn around,” he told her.

Without fuss, Megan turned to face the door, smiling to herself as she dared wiggle her bum in response to his fingers caressing and squeezing her firm derriere. He followed the outline of her thong, a delicate flick of finger and thumb released the fastening clips, and they fell to the floor.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded.

He sat back in the chair, watching intently, as she ran her fingers through her hair, gliding over her shoulders and down over her hips. She widened her stance and bent at the waist. Her shoulder-length hair hung above her head as she fixed her hazel eyes on him before her fingers continued their journey. Down her thighs, stroking the back of her legs on the way up. He watched closely as her fingers danced over her mound. Grazing back and forth.

“Tell me what you're thinking when you're alone and touching yourself,”  he spoke.

“I think of you. Stood behind me, your thick cock in hand. Your bulbous tip ploughing through my valley,” she replied in a panting whisper.

Megan dragged two fingers along her slit, imitating the path of his cock.

“I think of the way you circle my pearl with your swollen helmet, teasing me, making me moist.”

Megan runs the pads of her fingers around her clit, pleasured moans creeping from her lips.

“I think how your cockhead parts my petals and eases along my slit. Pressing against my entrance and ebbing back and forth.”

Keith unzipped his trousers and released his bulging manhood. Wrapping his fingers around his rigid shaft, he gently runs a thumb over his tiny slit. His ears tuned to her sultry voice; his gaze fixed on her body and actions.

“I think how you make me beg and plead for you to sink deep inside me, and how you make me pant and gasp when you allow me to receive what I crave. Your thick, veiny cock.”  

Megan’s fingers plunged up to her knuckles with a squelch. Her juices trickled through her fingers. A mixture of watching his maddening member gradually turn a darker shade of purple and the thought of the pleasure it would bring.

“And then I remember how your fingers reach around to rub against my aching clit and your thrusts quicken,” Megan whispered, her words struggling to leave her mouth.

Megan’s eyes focused on Keith’s hand winding up and down his shaft. The way his fingers gripped his cock lightly, and his wrist twisted with every stroke. She memorised every detail, knowing soon, it would be her hand running along his member.

“I think about how you stop and withdraw when I am at the height of my arousal. Telling me, 'Clean my cock,' pushing yourself into my mouth, allowing me to have a solitary taste. before you coat yourself in my nectar once more.”

Megan scowled with displeasure as she gave her fingers a single lick before sliding them back into her pussy.

“And then you please me by letting me give you a thorough clean," she says, amidst the animated sound of sucking and slurping.

“I think about how much you want to pound my pussy until my legs buckle and my juices flood over your rampant cock, that’s when you grab my hair, pull out again, and demand to be finished in my mouth.”

Megan gasped and groaned. Her body contorted with waves of pleasure, rocking her body. A trickle of her precious honey turned to a torrent washing over fingers. Her legs crumpled, not before her fingers made it to her mouth, to finish him off.

“Show me how much you love sucking my cock, Megan,” he told her in a dulcet tone. Adding, “No hands, Missy.” 

Megan partially recovered her composure. Crawling up his legs and gathering his bulbous tip in her mouth, and sliding down his thick shaft as far as she dared. Keith gripped her hair tightly, pulling her onto him. Her tongue swirled over his shaft. Spreading her saliva with every exaggerated slurp. Her way of telling him how much she enjoyed gobbling his cock.

With a sharp yank of her hair. Keith pulled her mouth from his cock and up towards his mouth. Megan pouted, a pained, disappointed look on her face as she was forced to stop midway through devouring his thick member. Half crawling, half dragged, she clambered unceremoniously toward him. A hand on his chest, then on his shoulders. Followed by his knees until they sat on either side of his thighs. His hand was still firmly wrapped in her hair, and his bulbous tip was grazing against her labia.

Letting go of her hair. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands. Lifting her and dropping her on his cock. Megan suddenly felt her breath taken away as the shock of being impaled shook her.

“Umm…umm…umm,” she squealed with every impact.

Megan lifted herself instinctively as the rhythm and pace increased. She launched herself back down excitedly. His tip pressed against her inner walls until she bounced up from his base. Her petals scraped along his shaft as she rose. Her enthusiasm was getting the better of her as she jumped clear of his cock.

“I am sorry, Sir,” she said with a wry smile.

Keith slipped out from underneath her. Pushing her face into the chair and with the outside of each foot forced her stance apart.

“Straighten your legs, Missy,” he bellowed to her.

With one hand on the base of her back to steady himself. He drew back the other before unleashing a powerful swing. The flat of his hand collides with one butt cheek and then the other. His calloused hand soothed the sting that warmed her bum. A glowing red handprint appears almost immediately after every strike. Megan’s eyes welled with tears. Refusing to make a sound. She stifled her screams. Her knees betrayed her, threatening to buckle at any moment.

“Keep your legs straight; I haven’t finished with you yet,” he told her firmly.

Through her watery eyes, she saw him undo his pants and let them drop to his ankles. And with one hand, he guided his cock to her entrance. Pushing his manhood inside her. He reached out, grabbing one wrist and then the other. Pulling her arms behind her back and pulling her deeper onto him before letting her go. Her face pressed into the leather chair before she felt the burning in her shoulders as he pulled her back onto him. The slapping of her bum against his thighs was preceded by the slapping of her face into leather. The crescendo of sound grew as they gained momentum. His grip on her wrists tightened as sweat on his palms threatened to break the bond.

Megan rolled back and forth on her breasts as they gripped the leather chair. Mascara stained her face, running with her tears. Perspiration seeped from her body, running down her back. Warm floods of her juices began to splash onto Keith, spilling down her inner thigh as he relentlessly thrust to and fro. She felt his cock start to pulse and throb. He pulled her onto his thrusting hips and held them both there. She felt the shudder as three large bursts of creamy cum coated her inner walls. Filling her tight pussy and mixing with her own sweet honey. They could both feel their mixed juices trickling and escaping, some over his thighs, some down over her mound and down her inner thighs.

“Clean me up,” he was about to say after releasing her arms. But Megan had already spun round and dropped to her knees.

Her tongue running over his flaccid cock. Scooping up the web of sticky cum clinging to his shaft. Taking him fully in her mouth and sucking him clean.

He took his seat and beckoned Megan to sit on his knee. She complied, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing her knees into his body. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her firmly. Letting her rest her head on his chest. He kissed her gently on the head before whispering over her ear…

“Good Girl.”