Dominating Iris

The last night

Adam took her to a suite at the Sheraton he'd booked earlier. Amanda couldn't contain her excitement at spending the night with him again. They finished the whole bottle of sauvignon blanc at Le Bernardin, she felt light-headed.

"Are you all right, Iris? Too much wine?"

"I'm fine, just tipsy, I guess." She smiled.

Adam turned the lights out in the room except for the bed lamp, and turned up the music that played soft instrumentals. He walked toward the large window and drew the curtains wide.

"Come over here, Iris." He said as he looked out at the breathtaking view of Midtown Manhattan at night.

She walked over and stood beside him, her hip brushed on his.

"Do you see that low-rise building near the park?"

"Yes, what about it?"

"That's where Alex's apartment is... do you know which one?"

"Really? I haven't been to his apartment."

"It's the one on the third floor. The lights are on, see?"

"Okay..."

He slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall down to her hips and revealed her breasts, like he wanted to show her off.

"I want you to imagine Alex. He's looking out his window right now and watches while I strip you naked, and play with you."

His stubbled cheek grazed her neck while he fondled her. She gasped but did not speak, like a good submissive. She imagined Alex watching her as she heated up, the way he gazed at her at the Black Room. It inflamed her.

"You're the best playmate anyone could ever have, Alex is lucky to have you. But I know him, he's not selfish like other dominants who want their subs all to themselves. He didn't even make you wear a collar."

He sucked on her nipples and pulled down her dress. "I'll leave those tongs on you for a while. You look great in it, Iris." Adam continued sucking and fondling her by the window, like he wanted the whole of Manhattan to see her like that.

It thrilled her. The thought of people watching her writhing with pleasure excited her. The thought of Alex seeing her... made her long for him more.

Then Adam pushed her down by her shoulders. "On your knees, and suck me."

She opened her mouth and sucked his robust manhood that reached her throat, determined to please.

"Clasp your hands behind you." He ordered, then held her head and pushed deeper into her mouth.

Amanda took care not to choke, as she took him in. She felt the nectar between her legs seep through her tongs, and started dripping on her thighs.

"Get up." He said, and slid his hand between her legs. "Why are you wet, Iris? Did you get yourself wet thinking of Alex?"

"No... yes, a little bit... but..." she stammered.

Adam went to get something from the desk drawer. "Place your hands on the glass pane and spread your legs apart. You need this." He showed the riding crop and slapped his palm with it.

"I'm sorry, sir... I thought you said I should imagine Alex looking at me... and it..." she thought she'd better shut up. She dreaded the crop.

The first three whacks went like a horizontal figure eight on her ass. It stung, but she kept her position on the window and jutted it out for him.