I’m at
the wheel of Mr. Brogue’s midnight black Jag this evening, my foot on the
accelerator, windows down.
Zipping along the highway a few
cities over to the Grand Pearl Hotel, I’m excited to see my boss. We haven’t
seen each other in a week. Mr. Brogue has been away for several days at an
international level financial strategies convention at the Grand Pearl. When
North American and Asian markets want to create a five-day conference for top
market and business consultants, Mr. Brogue was first on the list of people to
have present for the worldwide audience.
I’ve
missed him so much these last few days. His presence in the office behind my
desk when I work in the tower makes me feel happiest and eased. Our
relationship has drawn us closer than I could ever have dreamed of. A lonely
temp administrator comes to run a multi-millionaire’s business handlings, and
in turn, the laws of attraction peel back his stone demeanor to reveal a
soft-spoken gentleman, eager to share his deepest and darkest feelings with the
only woman he could find safety in opening up to.
And
here I am on a Saturday evening, booting along the highway in one of the cars
he leant me…my favorite of them all, in fact. The jet-black Jaguar with its
sleek lined body and powerful engine, a classy English beast of a carriage to
carry me to my prince charming.
Brogue
called me at work yesterday and asked me to join him for the remainder of the
weekend at the hotel, once the convention was over. He’s still at the penthouse
suite until Monday, and suggested we both enjoy it. He reminded me to finish up
any paperwork for the week and lock up the office then make my way over asap.
An hour
of monotonous traffic has passed and I pull up to the front steps of the Grand
Pearl. I am suddenly greeted by a valet driver.
“Good
evening Miss. I believe this is Mr. Brogue’s Jaguar. My name is William. He has
instructed me to park it for you and we will assist you with any suitcases up
to the penthouse.
Wow,
what service… I’m not used to this.
“Oh,
okay. Here you go.” I hand him the key fob and he waves over a bellhop at once
to open my trunk and take the single overnight case for me.
“It’s
fine, I can take it myself. Really.”
The
bellhop nods and escorts me to the front desk where a receptionist welcomes me
and hands me my room card.
“Have a
lovely evening. Can we get you anything else?”
“No thank you.”
The bellhop
interjects again. “Are you sure I can’t take that for you?”
“I’m sure thank you. Just point me in the direction of your
elevator, thanks.”
Once in
the far elevator, I’m whisked to the penthouse suite on the thirty-fourth
floor.
The doors slide open and I’m at the foot of a long hallway
lined in Spanish Emperador marble. I follow the hall to the last door on the
right.
PH4
I swipe
my card and the door clicks open with a green light. I open it slowly.
“Sir?
Sir, it’s Mary. I’m here.”
Stepping
through the doorway I’m met with an empty penthouse. The place is beautiful,
with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city below. Marble floors
continue throughout, past the kitchenette and into the luxurious bathroom with
gold fixtures and a huge whirlpool jacuzzi not far from a private balcony.
As I
step to the window to admire the view, I wonder where Mr. Brogue is. Suddenly,
my phone dings through a text message.
Like the view,
Miss?
I look about and see no one in the suite. Perplexed, I
respond quickly.
How do you know
I’m here already?
-Because I saw you
head into the elevator.
Why didn’t you
stop me? I’d like a hug Sir…
Mr. Brogue loves my playfulness.
He told me after our first date, when I captured his heart so hard, to “Never
lose my playfulness, and I will have his loyalty forever.” I thought they were
awful strong words to end a first date with. If it was anyone else, I’d push them
away. But coming from Brogue, I knew he was letting me in real slow, because I
discovered early on that he’d never let his hard exterior down, ever…until I
came along. And I swear his quiet words made me feel like the most special lady
on earth!
He texted back moments later…
Never mind how I
saw you. How was the ride? You get in safe and sound?
-Yes Sir.
Good. Now I want
you to head into the bedroom. There’s something there for you.
I make my way into the lavish bedroom to see a beautiful
wrought iron canopy bed layered in plush Egyptian sheets. At its foot I see two
giftwrapped boxes. One is blue. One is red.
Another text dings in
at a time appropriate enough to quench my curiosity.
See the boxes?
-Yes Sir, I do.
How do you feel
tonight? Tired or Playful?
Truth
be told, I’m exhausted from the busy day’s work at his office, and the
hour-long mess of traffic didn’t help my patience. But I haven’t seen my
wonderful man in a week, and just his hint at some fun interaction has my mind
kicking into overdrive, craving his presence. His touch. His warmth…
I feel…playful :)
I hit
the Send button and wait, assuming he’s going to drop from the ceiling and
surprise me with flowers or something. Seconds later, my phone lights up with
another message.
Great. Then open
the red box and go relax in a bath.
Meet me in a half
hour in the bar downstairs on the seventh floor.
You know what to
do.
The
text fades away as my phone screen goes dark and I lift a finger to a curious
smile as I lean over and set my phone down on the bed. I wrestle free the
ribbon from the red box and lift the lid.
Inside
I find four things… A brand new black trench coat, a red lacy bra, a pair of
lacy underwear to match, and finally, a pair of four inch Louis Vuitton
red-soled pumps.
The
items are beautiful, each made of rich materials. I’m sure the shoes and coat
alone are over a thousand dollars! But my heart beings to hammer my chest. Mr.
Brogue has upped the game hard. I admit I’ve always adored our playful games
and scenes. He’s seen me and had me in more ways I can count, but to meet him
half naked in public… pushes my envelope hard.
Nevertheless, I trust him. I know
he would never take advantage of my feelings, and never do anything to hurt me
inside. After all, he’s allowed me to meet his soft inner self, behind the
usual bold façade that the worlds sees. In that there is trust. And with that,
I hop in a quick bath and let the water’s heat soothe my tiredness away and
recharge my spirits.
I step out of the massive tub and
towel off. I pull some body lotion from my overnight case and apply it. The
coconut fragrance is his favorite, and I make sure he will smell it on my soft
skin once I encounter him downstairs.
On go the bra and panties, both
just my size. I slip on the shoes and take a moment to adjust to the heel. I
take a few slow steps and soon master my balance as I reach the bed for the
trench coat. Slinging it over my shoulders, I slide my arms through and fold
the lapels over each other, tying the coat up with the soft material belt into
a bow.
I take a moment to check my hair
and apply some lipstick and eyeliner in the washroom. I have never worn so
little outside of my house, except for, of course, a bathing suit in a public
pool. But walking into a bar in an overcoat is begging the worst of stares and
presumptions from the most keen of strangers’ eyes.
I exhale and run my hands down my
sides, feeling the soft material of the coat hug my skin. It is now the shield
to my own naked inner self.
I got this…
A minute later I’m down the hall
and in the elevator. I cross my fingers that it descends straight to the
seventh floor, but no luck. The elevator stops at the twentieth floor and a
family walks in. A couple with their young son, all of about ten years old.
I hold my breath as I issue a
polite smile their way and they seem to not notice my person as they casually
turn around to face the closing elevator doors. As the motor whirrs away, the
elevator feels like its descending at half speed, my face likely red as a
tomato from the anxiety.
As it nears the seventh floor, I
see the husband in front of me grab his wife’s hand and give her a quick kiss
on the cheek without their son seeing. Perhaps he knows why I’m in a trench
coat and heels. Maybe he’s just playing along to make me feel more comfortable.
I don’t have long to ponder as the elevator comes to a stop at the seventh
floor. The couple quickly move out of the way and I pass them out the door with
a polite Thank you.
The doors close in front of them,
reassuring me I won’t see them ever again. I walk along the lobby and see an
entrance to Landmark’s Bar. I step past the entrance and look for a welcomer
but see no one.
Are they closed?
Confused, I turn around to head
back to the hallway in search of someone when I hear a voice call out behind
me.
“In here, Mary.”
I turn on my heels and head back
in, hands in my pockets, nervous as hell.
“Hello?” I yell out again.
“Over here!”
I turn to my right and spot a
massive bar in the distance, lit with soft light accents behind the counter.
Behind it, I see my Mr. Brogue standing in a suit, hands on the countertop,
arms apart, and a big smile above his loosened tie.
“So nice to see you finally.
Come. Let me make you a drink, Miss M.”
I navigate through the slew of
empty tables and find it odd that the place is empty and the lights are dimmed down.
I slide onto a bar stool and hook my ankles one behind the other below me.
“Where is everyone?”
“Likely at the restaurant on the
main floor.”
“But it’s early. Why is this place
closed?”
Mr. Brogue fixes me a watermelon
mojito and slides it across the counter into my open hand.
“Because I rented it for the
night.”
My eyes open wide in surprise.
“You RENTED an entire hotel bar for an evening? Is that even possible?”
I soon see the deep hues of his magnetic
eyes arrest me with his convincing speech.
“Because when my team brings a
hotel this much business from all around the world for an entire week, they’ll
do anything for me. Anything for business. And right now…you are my most valued
personal business.” He raises his drink to mine. “Cheers, Mary.”
We sip our beverages while eyeing
each other and engage in a bit of small talk. Work at the office was good. His
seminars drew double digit growth in business development and purchasing
commitments. The usual small talk. But then his eyes turn a shade darker as he
can’t hold his hunger back for me anymore. He is always strong and stoic in the
board room. But when our eyes stay tuned for longer than normal, he crumbles
and wants me to hold all his pieces close to my heart.
“So, I see that you wore what was
in the red box down here. I’m pleased.”
I set my drink down and stand up
from the stool, doing a little spin for him to see. Mr. Brogue’s eyes thirst
for what’s underneath, which I can tell by the warm yet devilish smile linking
his cheeks.
I see his gaze fall into a deep,
curious stare, almost undressing me at once. His fingers rap against the
countertop in sequence. The silence between us is thick and tense.
“Show me your beautiful assets,
Miss M.”
Mr. Brogue knows exactly how to
entice me. He speaks with class, yet adds just enough of a filthy mind to get
me started.
I slide a hand under the cloth
belt that holds my coat together and slowly push out, loosening the knot at my
waist. My eyes don’t leave his, as they stare at my body, eager for the gifted
sight of my skin. I let the belt fall open and just stand there tapping the toe
of my heel for a few moments to rile him up. He calmly swallows. I watch him
Adam’s apple sink before it comes up again, and he stands up straight, his
hands ready to remove the suit jacket from his back.
I grab the lapels of my coat and
part them, revealing the beautiful lacy bra and panties, the only items of
closing on my body, covering my most private of parts. The titillation is
powerful, as I let the coat slide off me in the huge empty bar, void of
patrons…except one. My handsome Mr. Brogue…
“Do you like my presentation,
Sir?”
“Indeed,” he nods slowly. He
slowly removes his suit jacket and then removes the cuffs from his sleeves and
sets them beside his drink. As I stand there almost naked for his pleasure, his
hands gather each sleeve of his dress shirt and rolls them up a few inches,
revealing his tanned forearms.
“Do you know, Miss M., how hard
it is not to see you in the flesh for days? How difficult it is to complete a
day of work without feeling the touch of your skin next to mine?”
Fuck. Those words…
I shake my head slightly, eager
to understand just how fervently he longs for me. Mr. Brogue steps around the
bar and approaches me with a leisurely stride. The sound of his dress shoes as
he nears me riddles my chest with pricks of curiosity.
I remain still as he slowly
undoes the loop of his tie and slides it out from beneath his collar with a
slow pull. He comes to stand inches in front of me, and I look at the beautiful
divot above the center of his stubble lined lips before my eyes lock in on his
again.
“Still feeling playful?”
“Yes Sir, I am.”
“Good. Then I will make you
understand just how hard my senses burn when I can’t feel you.”
Brogue steps behind me.
“Have a seat,” he commands.
I obey and step forward, planting
my posterior on the stool again.
“Back just a bit, Miss M…”
I slide my butt back a touch, to
where most of my glutes are positioned teasingly off the seat as he wishes.
“Perfect. Now hands on the
counter. Open, face down, and flat as possible.”
I straighten my back and place my
hands face down on the bar top, fingers wide apart and palms firmly against the
surface.
“Good. One more thing….”
He stands behind me in silence, and
as I see a hint of his reflection in the mirror behind the bar, I hear the
clinking of steel as he unlatches his belt and slides it slowly through the
loops of his dress pants.
Fuuuuckkk…
The muscles between my thighs are all but
ready to twitch from the sound alone, and it isn’t long before I clench hard
seconds later… I look down and see Mr. Brogue slowly drape his belt across my
legs, letting the warm leather dangle across my lap, almost as if to hold it
for him in case it were to be needed later…
He returns to his position behind
me and speaks in a soft but firm tone.
“Now. You will not move a muscle.
I want you to feel me, but not move on it. I want you to know just how
imprisoned my heart is when I think about your every touch but cannot act on
it.”
I see his arms extend out in
front of my face, with his expensive tie drawn gently between his hands. He
hovers it closer and closer to my face and soon I see nothing but darkness as
he gently blindfolds me with his tie and slides it into a knot behind my head.
“Comfy?” he whispers next to my
ear.
“Yes.”
“Playful?” he repeats in another
breath.
“Very.” I respond, with the
adrenaline rushing through my veins, casting me into the unknown. God, this man
is incredible. Every time we connect, he takes me down a new road of experience
with him. The paths to pleasure are numerous, and this handsome, powerful gentleman
makes it a point to send me down a new one, exploring every twist, dip and
turn… hand in hand.
“Excellent.”
It’s the last word I hear from
him as the seconds that follow isolate the two of us in silence. My sense of
touch magnifies exponentially, awaiting any stimulation, gentle or otherwise.
I quietly count up after his
final word, and it does me no good. The ten seconds feel more like ten minutes
in the dark under his control. My heart races through the unknown, letting me
know that I’m likely going to react hard to the next thing that falls on my
skin.
Finally, I feel my lover’s touch…
…His warm hands land lightly on
my shoulders and gather my hair into his one fist. He gingerly lifts it aside
and I feel his lips land at the base of my neck.
Immediately, every ounce of adrenaline
in my body races upward and my right arm and shoulder are covered in goosebumps.
I try hard not to flinch but the sensation is too intense. I curl my neck to
the side with a smile, then suddenly, his lips are gone...
A moment later, I feel the leather
belt being drawn away, across my lap. My curiosity heightens as the silence in
the room becomes unbearable. Then it happens.
Brogue’s folded leather belt
flies through the air and lands across the bottom of my globes, sending me into
a startled panic. The sudden warm burn across my cheeks elates me once I hear
his comforting voice.
“I said, NO moving, Miss M.
I want you to understand my torture.”
“Yes Sir. My apologies.” I keep
my back straight, chin up, and hands flat on the countertop.
Brogue lets go of my hair and his
hand finds itself on my ass, rubbing it soothingly before continuing. I tune
into the warmth of his hand but not being able to wriggle about under his grip
makes me sad. Now I start to understand how he feels when I’m gone. And for
this beautiful yet tragic lesson, I love him even more.
Overcome with emotion, I steady
myself and let out a long, controlled exhale, continuously focussed on staying
still.
I feel his presence behind me as
he stands at my back. Seconds after, his fingertips land on my fingers, and
trail softly toward my hands and up my forearms. Slow as fuck. Intense
as fuck.
Holy shit… My mind becomes
a blistering ball of chaos, tormented by his boundlessly creative eros.
Instinct rushes to rescue my sensations
without my permission and my one hand flinches off the countertop.
He is again, suddenly gone…
A snap then breaks the silence as
his belt lands a second imprint across my ass. I flinch again, but quickly
resume a still position, hoping for his satisfaction in my obedience.
“My apologies Sir,” I whisper,
before biting my lip to vent the intensity in desperation.
His presence draws close again,
his lips near my ear. He growls his next words…
“Do you see how hard it is to
control my body when I think of your touch and can’t have you?”
“Yes Sir, I do.”
I swallow hard, my lips dry, my
core wet, and I make my submissive feelings known.
“Then please take me, Sir.”
“What?” he responds, egging me on…
“Enjoy me, Sir. Right now. I am
here for you,” I whisper into the darkness.
Suddenly, the blindfold is yanked
from my eyes and I am spun around on the stool to face him. Brogue’s lips crash
on mine, the stubble of his jaw charging my skin as I reach around and dig my
nails into his back. I claw at him so hard that he lets out a muffled growl.
“Fuuckkk….”
“I’m sorry Sir.”
He pulls back and eyes me with an
inexplicable mixture of desire and discipline. I grin and he meets my gesture
by taking back his tie and securing a knot on my left wrist. He spins me back
around toward the countertop and slings the tie around one of the steel beer
towers. Seconds later, my other wrist is tied and my arms are secured
helplessly across the counter.
A single word interjects my
adrenaline rush.
“Comfy?”
“Yes, I whisper back with a pant.”
“Good. Now stand for me, so that
I may have you.”
I edge forward and as I get to my
feet Brogue grabs the stool with one hand and throws it aside, crashing to the
floor several feet away. The force of his movement heightens my senses and the
rush of excitement is back and accelerating beautifully.
I trust the man whom I fell in
love with not long ago. His persona is more powerful than that of anyone I’ve
had the pleasure of meeting. But when he enters my personal space, care and
caress line his every intention for pleasure. To be taken and owned by Mr. Brogue’s
love is a resounding pleasure. Our trust yields me no limits to my surrender.
And in turn, he cares for me with an affection that warms my heart beyond
words.
Brogue lifts my one knee up onto
an adjacent stool, my other foot balancing carefully on my four-inch heel.
His body sinks down and it isn’t
long before I feel the touch of his masterful tongue on my slit. He toys excitedly
with my core, his hands landing on my waist, drawing my body gently into his
face and I gasp, my mind popping while I’m bent over the bar.
“Oh god, Sir…” I whimper, finding
it hard to focus on balancing myself while being pleased by his talented
tongue.
“Sir…”
“Do you want fucked, Miss M.?”
“Yes please!”
Mr. Brogue lingers on with his
tease, ensuring I’m good and wet for his ensuing penetration.
“Now!!!” I cry out, my breath
rough and ragged, my soul eager.
My lover stands up behind me and
brings my left leg back down to the floor so I’m back on my feet, shoulder width
apart. The strain of restraint is both arduous and beautiful. The impending orgasm
is going to push beyond my control with my body already shaking from standing on
my tip toes and being tied over a countertop. With a swift yank, he drops my
panties down a few inches and growls at the sight of my posterior.
Finally, I hear his pants come
undone and his cock is soon positioned at my lips. He gathers my hair in his
hands and draws my head back just enough to plant kisses all over my forehead
and cheek as he pushes in, landing his thick cock deep in my sex.
Fuuuuckkkk….
I close my eyes for a moment as
he consumes me, and all I see are swirling balls of colour in the darkness. Elations
run fast along my body as I feel him in me and I let out a long, filthy,
guttural groan.
I feel trembles soon surge up my
legs as my feet have nearly had enough of their position while my hair is held
firmly in my lover’s grip. He rocks my head about gently by the hair, searching
for fresh skin to land his hot kisses on. I am his and he is mine as we remain
connected, tumbling toward a glorious orgasm together right there in the empty
bar of the Grand Pearl hotel to no one’s eyes but, perhaps, those of the darkened
city just beyond the window panes…
Brogue thrusts into me with a smooth,
enticing pace, building me up for the moment that seeks us sharing our love for
each other, and as my moans get louder, I get close, really close, and tense my
fists around the beer tower…
Timed perfectly, Sir reads my addictive
expression, drifting close to the edge, and with one powerful thrust, he lands
me square in the center of a perfect orgasm…
Speech
leaves my thought, and all I can do is swim in the bliss of the unknown and the
known. Waves of orgasm slam into me and my knees buckle finally.
Two big
arms wrap around me and let me hang in my selfish elation for as long as I
desire the mad joy to jostle me about. My orgasm punches through and I ride it
out, panting over the countertop as my man undoes the tie with a single tug and
collects me.
I shake
my head while reorienting myself, trying to stand up straight again, and take
in a deep breath. I turn around and look to my handsome man.
“That.
Was. Incredible!”
One
last twitch leaves me as he draws me in for a hug and a soft kiss on my lips.
“I
always knew you were crazy about me, when I’m around. But I didn’t know you
were crazy about me when I wasn’t.”
Brogue
looks at me with a tiny smile and nods slowly. He loves me to no end, and proved
it again, in one of his many imaginative ways. I smile, letting out a tight exhale
with a hand to my chest.
“Is it
chilly in here or something? Oh right. I’m pretty much naked.”
“Here
sweetheart. Let me help you.” He bends over and lifts my panties back into
place before kissing my cheek. Seconds later he draws up his pants then fetches
my trench coat, helping me into it.
As I tie it up tight again, Brogue saunters behind the bar
and fetches his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder. Finally, he reaches into
his pocket and pulls out a hundred dollar bill, leaving it at the cash till.
“That
should cover cleaning the fingerprints off the counter,” Brogue words with a guilty
smile.
“Let’s
head up to bed, Mary.”
Once in
the penthouse, we enjoy a glass of champagne in the jacuzzi together. Stepping
into the bedroom, he sits on the bed and lifts the blue box into his lap and
eyes me.
“I’ll
bet you’re tired by now.”
I look
at him on the bed and admit the truth. “I sure am.”
“Good. Here
you go.” He lifts the blue gift box to me and I take a seat next to him. I undo
the ribbon wondering what he desires of me now and lift the lid.
I bring
out the smile of a kid inside me as I lift the gift out of the box and hold it
up.
“A
Disney Princess onesie?!”
The gift melts my heart again, now
twice in one night. I reach over and kiss the man to my left on the cheek and
run into the washroom to try it on and see myself in the mirror. Brogue follows
me to grab the champagne and glasses.
“I love it. Thank you so much!” I
turn on my heels and kiss him again. My smile meets his beautiful eyes and he leads
me back to the bed.
“Let’s have
another glass before bed.”
“Sure.
But where are your pajamas?”
Brogue
walks over to the closet and reaches in, pulling out a hanger with the most unusual
onesie I have ever seen. I light up and giggle at the sight.
“The Iron
Giant?”
“Custom
made. The only one like it in existence.
As Brogue puts in on with a hidden smile, I wait until he zips
up and tackle him to the bed.
“You’re
the only one like you in existence, you know that?!” I kiss his lips softly and
pull back with a warm smile. Brogue looks at me, taking a moment to formulate
his words.
“And
you’re all I could ever want, you know that…” Laying back, he runs a finger gently
along my face, from temple to cheek to chin. “A lady who works hard each day. A
woman who plays hard each night. And a girl who holds her heart with esteem, to
be admired by the most deserving boy when the time comes.”
I look to
him with pleasure in my heart. “The time did come. And I choose you.”
The End
