I dashed up the familiar subway stairs. I’d made good time on my morning commute. I was feeling good. Real good. Dr. Dre and Snoop pounded through my headphones and my bones, setting my pace and encouraging an extra bit of sass to the sway of my hips. When my feet met the concrete sidewalk, I turned my long stride toward the office and smoothly weaved between confused tourists and the fragmented line for the donut street cart. Even the chilly overcast skies cramped between the steel grey skyscrapers couldn’t dampen my energy.
One of my brother’s most frequent complaints is that I’ve always been terrible at picking up on another’s interest in me. In New York it’s even worse as I’m entirely focused on my goal to get from Point A to Point B and treat pedestrian traffic more like obstacles in my path to avoid, pass, or draft behind than a potential dating/playtoy pool.
Halfway down the block, my instincts jabbed me in my mental ribs to pierce my usual tunnel vision with a “Hey...oooh girl...there is something you need to see!” I maintained my pace and without a flicker in any direction expanded my peripheral vision like an old SLR camera broadening my depth field.
There.
Still looking straight ahead I knew I somehow had that tall, confident man's attention even from the twenty or so feet separating us. A soft wicked smile crept across my face. Something in me woke at the unexpected game. One step...two...only feet apart...
Without warning, I raised my eyes to meet his stare head on in a bold, brazen collision. The instant I connected with his dark chocolate gaze, he broke our sizzling eye contact to stare blankly down the street. Though not before the subtle widening of his thick lashes gave away his surprise at being caught.
My Sadistic Monster roared and licked Her hungry lips. His unexpected shyness was like the scent of sweet fresh meat. My eyes ate him up.
The man was fucking beautiful...from his arched black brows to the rich dark skin that flowed over defined high cheekbones to his full wide lips framed in a crisp goatee so perfect I knew his barber was tipped well and often.
My Monster rattled Her cage and took control of my mind’s eye. The image of his tear stained cheeks and begging gaze superimposed itself on reality.
His six foot three...maybe four...frame was no longer draped in a high quality dark wool three quarter length coat that accentuated his solid chest and flat abdomen. The perfectly tucked black scarf that opened just enough to give a fashionable peek at the lapels of his dark grey suit jacket, the collar of his pressed white button down shirt, and the knot of that lovely burgundy tie disappeared as well. Instead My Sadistic Monster drank in the vision of this stunning proud thirty-something-ish man in his prime on his knees in front of me begging for the all consuming pleasure only I could give.
I saw his broad shoulders bared and tense with need in sharp contrast to the rumpled white dress shirt bunched around his toned biceps. The tie hung loosely in my fingers waiting to bind his wrists. Oh...and his long fingers? They gripped my ass in gratitude instead of that black leather briefcase.
My palm itched. I could almost feel the back of his smooth bald head in my hand as I guided his full lips to my wet waiting clit. I wondered if he would hum, groan, or whimper.
The pavement held me to reality, but my pussy clenched. My nipples tightened.
One step...two...and...he was behind me swallowed by the Fifth Avenue horde and my day’s demands. I sighed in amusement at that rare treat of inspiration.
I should have turned around. I should have said hello. I should have found a way for my flogger, my crop, and my Sadistic Monster to feed from his soul.
~DominaKat
Special thanks to Jaden for the TES Writing Group assignment! That was fun! ;-P
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