Professional Restraint

8 Ella of My Dreams

Liam

I shock myself awake from the most vivid dream, leaving me sweating, panting, and frustrated.

Of course Ella was in it. Fuck.

After the chemistry between us, how she reacted to my touch and presence last night at the restaurant, my mind went wild, spinning all kinds of possibilities. I'd be lying if I said the ideas didn't excite me and the tent my morning wood is pitching in bed rats me out.

In the dream, I had Ella at Lux BDSM Club.

She was wearing the same classy black dress from dinner, but when I got her into one of the VIP private playrooms, what I found underneath... perfection.

I slipped the silky black fabric off of her milky white skin, trailing my fingers across her soft back. Black lace. Her simple and elegant choice is absolutely stunning against her alabaster complexion.

My cock throbs as I recall the vivid dream begging for attention. I groan and shift, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the rock hard erection between my legs makes it impossible.

Black see-through lace demi bra, matching panties, garter belt and those fucking back seem thigh highs. I left her in her high heels; the total picture was sexy as fuck!

She was perfect! I could tell she was nervous by the way she fidgeted with her fingers, but her pupils were blown, face flushed, and lips parted as she took in shallow rapid breaths.

My little boardroom vixen was turned on. She may have been out of her element, but she was excited to try something new.

Be damned if I wasn't eager to show her the ropes!

She turned those deep chocolate eyes to me, with a mix of uncertainty and excitement, looking for direction, and that was it. I couldn't hold back any longer.

I ordered her to take her panties off. Her eyes went wide as she looked at me. I raised a brow, silently warning her to not make me repeat myself. She dropped her gaze and bit her bottom lip as she took a deep breath.

"Yes Sir," she whispered obediently.

Fuck! Hearing those words slip past her lips is like a drug. I just want more.

Her eyes flickered between me and the floor as she slowly hooked her fingers under the waistband and slipped them, inch by inch, down her long legs.

I groan once more as the throbbing in my cock reaches a new level. The images running through my mind are so vivid; they feel like a memory, not a dream.

The way her bare pussy glistened in the low light, slick with her arousal. I struggled to take it slow and savour the moment.

I ordered her to turn around and, like a good girl, she once again whispered, "Yes Sir," and complied. This time she moved without hesitation, and her voice was breathy and laced with lust.

The sight of her voluptuous ass framed by the black garter straps was enough to make any man's resolve crumble. I ran my hand softly up the back of her thigh before squeezing one of her ass cheeks.

She wasn't able to suppress the breathy moan that slipped out. I grinned as I felt her push back onto my palm, feeding my itch.

"Are you ready to play?" I asked as I stepped up flush behind her, leaning in close before nuzzling her neck. Her soft, fruity scent had my mouth watering.

"Yes Sir," she replied, looking over her shoulder with hooded eyes.

I found Ella sexy on a good day... Scantily clad, clearly aroused Ella being the model submissive is an erotic angel.