Initial Offerings - Part I

We hadn't met, yet I shivered in anticipation. Hours and hours of communication had fueled what I'd known for years, that sparks would fly like wildfire between us. The inferno of us was so close.

I took a deep breath. My hand fluttered one last time smoothing the short skin tight red dress barely holding my breasts. I pressed my burgundy stained lips together before I lifted one knee and then another to kneel on the black lacquered bench.

I glanced again at the view and smiled wickedly. Once in a lifetime moments should always be relished. Floor to ceiling windows framed the twinkling city's skyscrapers. My hope was that that view paled in comparison to what he'd find in the room. The soft recessed lighting lit the hopefully seductive stage I'd chosen and blended perfectly with the stunning night skyline.

Another deep breath. I picked up one of the brandy sniffers with its amber gold cognac and leaned down on my elbows. I cupped the liquid with my hands. An offering. One of many.

The hem of my dress barely covered my ass. I settled my red fuck me pumps against the wood and arched my back, my breasts adding to the body heat warming his drink. My whorish female curves encased in red would contrast so perfectly against the black baby grand piano's straight lines and imposing presence when he entered the suite. I was as real as I could be. A wanton slut whose sole purpose was to please this Man.

The quiet beep of the card lock announced his arrival. A soft swoosh echoed through the silent room before the door closed. I heard him lock the door and a shiver ran down my spine. Behind a locked door, I would be His to do with as he chose. I listened closely. I wouldn't be able to see him until he chose. I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed.

A half dozen patient steps on the plush carpet counted down before I heard His definite intake of a breath. I closed my eyes and waited.

A bag dropped gently onto the couch across the room. I held myself still. Seconds tripped into minutes, but I refused to move. The one thing I had learned without a doubt was that this Man was an immovable force until he chose to act.

Keys quietly clinked on a table, before footsteps and his presence closed in on me. My mouth watered at the scent of his cologne. I wanted so much to sigh, but I held silent. Slowly he passed my hip, my shoulder, my head. Still I waited.

Finally I heard him settle into the armchair I had positioned just to the right of the piano. I knew when I opened my eyes he would fill my view. Slowly I inhaled through my nose and lifted my lashes.

Desire burned through me like a ignition line on dynamite as his Dominance enveloped me. A slow sizzle tightened my nipples, heated my gut, and clenched my pussy. He took me in as I took in his dark handsome features and full lips. He didn't grin in delight. He didn't smile welcoming. His gaze simply drank me. Took. Feasted. Too late, I realized...He saw everything.

The raw vulnerability I felt only heightened my need to please. A nervous exhale betrayed me.

An almost smile tugged at one corner of his lips. I blushed and smiled softly. He ran a hand across his chin and leaned forward. With his thumb and forefinger he snagged the lip of the sniffer and took my first offering. My hands fell to grip the edge of the piano bench. He raised the glass to me before he swallowed the two fingers. His eyes closed with a sigh as the cognac warmed him. My eyes ran over his wide shoulders and thick chest. He was solid. A Man not a boy. His legs braced wide apart. I was so tempted to get up from my perch and resettle kneeling between his thighs, but I knew instinctively to wait. My eyes rose to his lap. The wanton whore in me hungered.

His hand settled over His bulging crotch, and my eyes raised to see I'd been caught. I blushed again. A bizarre phenomena only He had the power to induce.

The sound of His zipper snapped my eyes back to His lap. Without hesitation He pulled out His hard ram rod straight dick with its perfect head and began to stroke with His large beautiful hand. I clenched the bench as my mouth watered and my cunt flooded with damp heat. In obedience to His silent demand, my lips parted wide. In seconds, saliva spilled down my chin. My blatant hunger shamelessly on display.

He stood effortlessly and held His dick an inch from my mouth. I trembled but somehow kept from leaning forward. Drool fell from my lips in anticipation. He gripped Himself and gave me His first touch. With an indescribable patience He dragged the head of His dick across my bottom lip to my cheek, smearing my lipstick.

Oh fuck yes, I was His whore.

No words had been spoken between us in greeting.

This.
This was the only way for us to begin.
That first touch His dick to my lips.

Erotic poetry.

He rested His head at the center of my bottom lip almost as if bracing Himself. My tongue flicked involuntarily across His hot soft tight skin. He growled darkly. His pleasure and His salty Man flavor were my undoing. I licked again hungrily, and He rewarded me by sliding inch by inch into my open mouth. When the head of His dick reached the back of my throat, I closed my lips around the base of His shaft, collapsed my cheeks around His meat and finally...blessedly began to suck Him with my hot wet mouth like the nasty fucking whore I am.
~DominaKat