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Part 2 : I looked at her nervously. She hesitated for a second, then turned to him and said, We’ll come. I’ll talk it through with my boyfriend.
Then she walked confidently toward the door, held it open for me, and glanced back at her new friend. We’ll be here at seven, she said.
Out on the sidewalk, she grabbed my hand and pulled me along. At first we just walked in silence. Then she said, Hey, let’s grab an espresso over here on the corner.
We sat down at a small table, and the first thing she said was, Thank you. Seriously, thank you for not making a scene, for not ruining that moment for me.
She leaned in, her eyes bright, almost glowing. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. That man, he’s like a guru to me. From the first second, I trusted him in a way I can’t even explain. And the way he touched me, it wasn’t just physical. It was deeper than that.
She paused, then added softly, I want us to go back there tonight together. I want to see what else he has in store for us. I want you there with me, it makes me feel safe. And I think it could open us up and expand us somehow. He feels like a master. I trust that he can take both of us somewhere new.
I listened, tense, my stomach tight, realizing how completely she was under his spell.
Do you think he wants to have sex with you again? I asked quietly.
She shook her head slightly, then smiled in a way that made my chest tighten even more. I think he wants something with both of us. You’ll have a role too. He’ll show you what that is.
My stomach dropped.
You won’t be equal to him, she continued, almost gently, as she took my hand. But you can trust him. He knows exactly what he’s doing and what your place will be when we’re with him.
I must have looked pretty shaken, because she squeezed my hand and said, trust him. He’s like a chief, like someone who just knows. Let him guide you. Learn from him.
We paid and walked back to our small hotel to get ready.
As soon as we got inside, she undressed and stretched out on the bed, legs open, looking at me with a playful, inviting expression. Come here, she said softly. Kiss me, smell me, taste me, just like I am right now.
I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in, drawn in by her warmth, by the mix of scents still clinging to her skin. There was something raw and intoxicating about it, her sweat, the lingering trace of him, the leather, everything blending together. It hit me harder than I expected.
I explored her slowly, breathing her in, tasting her, feeling myself get more and more turned on. She ran her fingers through my hair, along my neck, guiding me, encouraging me.
When I tried to move further, to push into her, she stopped me gently.
Ni, not today, she said. Just use the tip, right there, tease me with it. I want it like that.
I hesitated for a second, confused, but I followed her lead, doing exactly what she asked. She stayed in control the whole time, building the tension, letting it rise and then stopping before I could finish.
After a final shiver ran through her, she pulled away and ended it.
She got up, stepped into the shower, then came out fresh, wearing a new thong and bra, a short black skirt, and a light summer blouse. She did her makeup while I showered and got dressed.
Soon we were both ready.
We walked back toward the shop, and on the way she said, we should bring something. So we stopped at a supermarket and picked up a bottle of French red wine and a bottle of champagne.
When we reached the door, we noticed a small security camera above it. I knocked.
A moment later, her master opened the door. His long dark gray hair was tied back in a ponytail now, and he was wearing a different leather outfit, sleeveless this time, his muscular arms fully visible.
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