Angel Part I

Me: I ordered room service for us.
Him: We need to leave in a little while for the play.
Me: I ordered it for when we get back.

He smiles that smile at me. He was so gruff with others, but with me, it was all wine, roses and angelic happiness.

I call it angelic because he always called me his angel. This was long before I knew the satisfying indulgence of fetish play, d/s and black, shiny, supple, leather playthings. I only knew that we was eager, I was full of this energy once described as magic, and we had a very luxurious hotel room to ourselves.

I had prided myself on playing the innocent for him. I longed to have him act out my romatic fantasies. I longed to have him desire me, to drink him like no other. To ravish him and giggle about it over a luxurious breakfast when the morning slipped in and invaded our rented womb of pleasure.

I don't remember the play we saw. Sipping cocktails at the bar during intermission, he slid his slender fingers into the part in my dress and sent chills down my spine. No one could see that he was gently gliding his fingers over my thighs. My inner thighs. His gently stroked and kneaded my flesh and then gave me the tiniest of spankings. He glanced away as if nothing was happening.

Judging by the sudden bulge in his well-tailored trousers, he was suppressing himself very well.

We returned to the hotel room, holding hands and kissing. He very quickly removed my dress, to reveal my teddy. He ordered me to keep on my heels and model for him. He seated himself in the chair and triumphantly removed the lid from the lavish display offered behalf of room service.

He selected a strawberry and began to nibble at it while I turned away from him, and casually bent over to adjust my garter.

"Oh, dear me...I forgot to wear panties tonight..."

He ordered me to come closer. I steaded myself, stood upright and swanked over to him.

He asked me to kneel between his legs. I complied.
He asked me to close my eyes. I complied...

He quickly kneeded the strawberry over my chest, creating a cool sensation on my chest. Quickly, he lapped at the juice...dipping into my cleavage and cleverly unsnipping my bra at the same time. He feverishly cleaned my front with his mouth, taking time to bite at my nipples. Not too hard, just running his tongue over, ever so roughly. The strawberry seeds made me squirm in my own juices. The coolness added a heightened sensation to my ever hardening breasts as he ordered me to remain where I was.

I complied.