Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
“You’re late,” I say, checking my watch as you slide into the chair across from me. “Sorry, traffic was a heavy,” you apologize, signaling the waitress for a cup of coffee. “So, what’s good here?” I raise an eyebrow at you. “I’m not a menu, Alex.” You laugh, the sound warm and genuine. “No, I meant the coffee shop. What’s good here?” I shrug. “Their lattes are decent. But if you’re looking for something stronger, I know a place around the corner.”
You lean forward, eyes sparkling with interest. “Oh? Do tell.” I smirk. “I’ll take that as a yes. But first, let me finish my coffee.” You sit back, sipping your own drink as you watch me. I can feel your gaze on me, and I can’t help but squirm a little under your scrutiny. I’m wearing my favorite little black dress, the one that hugs my curves just right and leaves little to the imagination. I know I look good, and I can tell from the way your eyes keep drifting down to my cleavage that you agree. Finally, I finish my coffee and stand up, grabbing my purse. “Ready?” You nod, and we make our
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way out of the coffee shop. I lead you down the street to a small, nondescript building. The sign above the door reads “The Velvet Room” in cursive letters. You raise an eyebrow at me. “A strip club?” I shake my head. “Not quite. It’s a… private club. For people with certain interests.”
Your eyes widen as you realize what I’m implying. “You mean… BDSM?” I nod, a small smile playing at my lips. “Yes. Are you interested?” You hesitate for a moment, then nod. “Yes. I’ve always been curious.” I take your hand and lead you inside. The Velvet Room is dimly lit, but not in the cliche way. The lighting is soft and warm, casting a gentle glow over everything. There’s a bar to one side, and a stage on the other. But what really catches my eye are the various pieces of equipment scattered around the room. There’s a St. Andrew’s cross in one corner, a spanking bench in another, and a cage in the back.
I turn to you, my eyes shining with excitement. “Welcome to The Velvet Room, Alex. I hope you’re ready for an experience you’ll never forget.” You swallow hard, but nod. “I’m ready.” I lead you over to the St. Andrew’s cross and help you into it. I bind your wrists and ankles with soft leather cuffs, then step back to admire my work.
You look amazing, all bound and helpless. I reach down and run my fingers over your chest, teasing your nipples until they’re hard and sensitive. Then I move lower, tracing the outline of your cock through your pants. You’re already hard, and I can feel your pulse racing.
“You’re so fucking hot, Alex,” I murmur, my breath hot against your ear. “I can’t wait to see what you look like when you cum.” I step back and retrieve a riding crop from one of the nearby tables, running it over your chest, leaving a trail of pain in its wake. Then I bring it down on your nipples, making you gasp. “Count for me, Alex,” I command, bringing the crop down again.
“One,” you gasp, your voice tight with pain and pleasure. I continue to whip you, increasing the intensity with each stroke. You’re moaning now, your hips thrusting against the cross as you try to get some friction on your cock. “Please, Amber,” you beg. “I need to cum.” I shake my head, a wicked smile on my lips. “Not yet, Alex. I’m not done with you yet.”
I set the crop aside as I retrieve a fucking machine from one of the nearby tables. I attach a dildo to it and lube it up, then position it in front of you. “I’m going to make you cum, Alex,” I say, my voice low and sultry. “But you’re not going to be able to touch yourself. You’re going to have to watch as this machine fucks you.”
I turn it on, and the dildo begins to move in and out of you. You’re moaning loudly now, your hips thrusting to meet the machine’s movements. I can see your orgasm building, your muscles tensing as you get closer and closer.
But just as you’re about to cum, I turn the machine off. You gasp, your hips still thrusting as you try to get some friction. “No, Amber,” you plead. “Please let me cum.” I shake my head, a wicked smile on my lips. “Not yet, Alex. I want to edge you a few more times.”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404