GRRR!

accented his full lips and his hands were strong, she could tell from the handshake. She’d taken note that his nails were well manicured and clean, and his hands had no calluses. This man worked in an office, perhaps as a lawyer or stockbroker, she guessed. All in all, he fit the bill for a nice, sweaty evening.
    “Occasionally,” she replied.
    “My first time here,” he said and drained his glass.
    “Married?”
    “Divorced.”
    “Horny?”
    Ken swallowed hard. “Is this a joke?”
    “Come with me and find out,” she said and slid off the barstool.
    Katia caught the way Ken watched her slinky red dress slide up her thighs as she stood, and she could feel his eyes on her as he watched her ass sway as she walked away on stiletto heels that accentuated long, shapely legs.
    “Dude, don’t just stand there,” the bartender said, laughing out loud.
    Ken glanced at the bartender, set his glass down and caught up with Katia.
    ~ * ~
    Katia stood at the foot of the bed clothed only in her stiletto heels, stockings, and a red garter belt with a matching nippleless bra. She held a riding crop in her hand as she paced back and forth, and watched Ken, as he lay handcuffed to her bed.
    She walked as if she owned the place, which she did, and slapped the riding crop to her palm now and then. Leaning over the bed, she ran her tongue across Ken’s lips, which parted instantly. Then she brushed his face with her tits, pausing long enough to allow one peaked nipple to dangle into his mouth. He latched on like a hungry baby.
    “Mmm,” she purred. “You like that?” She laughed softly and pulled away from him. When he answered with only a strangled groan, Katia slapped the frayed end of the riding crop across his dick, and Ken yelped.
    “That’s what you get when you don’t answer me,” she whispered in his ear. “Do you understand?”
    “Yes,” he said.
    “Good,” she said with a smile and trailed the riding crop down his stomach and legs as she paced the length of the bed. “Tell me what you like, Ken,” she said, slapping the bottom of his feet lightly with the crop before she walked up the other side of the bed.
    “I-I don’t know,” he stuttered. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
    Katia laughed. “I guess I’ll just have to show you what you like, Ken.” She bent over him again and kissed him, long and deep. When she broke the kiss, she caught his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged until Ken yelped again.
    “Now,” she said softly, while lifting the blindfold so he could look at her, “since this is your first time, I’ll be gentle, but just in case you can’t handle something I want you to say ‘elephant’. That will be our code word and when you say it, I’ll stop what
    I’m doing. Okay?”
    Ken cleared his throat and nodded. “Okay. Elephant.”
    “Good,” Katia said. She covered his eyes again and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Now, what’s a good boy like you doing picking up a girl like me?” Katia laughed lightly when she saw gooseflesh rise on Ken’s skin.
    She crawled onto the bed and straddled him. His cock was already hard with drops of pre-come oozing onto his stomach. Katia laid the riding crop aside and leaned over Ken’s body, grazing her nipples across his chest. She pulled a scarf from off the headboard, slipped it around Ken’s neck and tied a slipknot in it.
    “What are you doing?” Ken asked.
    “I’m doing you a favor. Don’t worry about a thing. Katia will take care of you,” she purred in his ear and then caught the lobe in her teeth and lightly bit him. “You’re going to find the line between pleasure and pain is a very fine one, Ken.” She trailed her tongue along his neck to where it curved into his shoulder and she nipped him again, this time just a little harder. “You’ll learn to trust me, Ken. You’ll learn I can give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known. And you’ll learn pain is the greatest part of that pleasure.” She saw beads of perspiration form on his brow and his Adam’s apple moved up and down as he swallowed hard.
    Katia tightened the noose around Ken’s neck so it was snug, but not tight enough to restrict his breath—yet. Then she kissed him, her tongue diving deep into his mouth.
    The kiss was slow, languid, seductive, and Ken respon ded not only with his mouth and tongue, but his stomach muscles quivered and he clenched his hands into fists. Katia didn’t miss a thing.
    Breaking the