Ladies' Night - Done with Vanilla (Short Story - Erotica)

Part 4

     Lydia returned the zap wand, eyed her choices, and then picked up the paddle, a deep crimson cherry wood. In the dim room she couldn't see the beautiful shimmering red hues of the polished wood. She placed it on the ground parallel to the bed and then sat down on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed at the knee. Her heels dangled just over the paddle.

     Larry walked back into the room, his stubble clean and dry.

     She motioned to the ground before her, and he walked over, he glanced down at the paddle and then back at her.

     "On your knees," she clarified with a firm tone.

     He smirked and sank down to his knees before her.

     Lydia lifted her right leg and placed her spike heel against his naked chest.

     "You aren't going to make me lick it are you?" he teased.

     She pressed against his chest and he winced. "I didn't say you could speak." Her gaze was hard as she looked down at him. She released the pressure and said, "Take it off."

     Larry cupped her ankle with his left hand. His skin was warm and palm strong. His right hand unbuckled the slender strap across her ankle. He slid his left hand up and, slightly squeezing her calf before sliding his hand back down and gently removing her heel. He placed it carefully to the side.

     She wanted to groan as her foot ached from being released from that hellishly sexy shoe. Biting back the urge, she remained poised and firm. "All of it," she said when he waited for her to direct him.

     His gaze dropped to her thigh then back to her eyes. That smile that could get a demon wet pulled at his mouth. He reached up with both hands, sliding his fingers under the edge of her legging. His trimmed nails scraping slightly at her skin. He pulled the mesh fabric down slowly, letting his skin slide across hers. Placing it aside next to her heel, he looked back to her waiting for the other side.

     Lydia nibbled her lower lip and switched legs.

     "Have you enjoyed your first submission so far?" she spoke as he removed the other shoe with the same gentle focus. Lydia couldn't completely hide the sigh of relief.

     "Very much, Miss Elle." His voice was a deep rumble; she wanted to feel his chest while he spoke. Larry reached up and began slowly, carefully, pulling down the other stocking. His gaze followed down her leg, as if unwrapping a present, egger to see what was inside. She felt a smile betray her serious demeanor as she watched him, but before he looked up she composed herself.

     "Since you preformed very well so far." A shiver sparked between her legs and she fought down the shudder that tried to crawl up her spine. "You deserve a treat."

     He raised a dark brow.

     "You get a choice." She paused, watching his other brow perk up with curiosity. "Would you rather return to the party or stay here?"

     "Stay here," he replied without hesitation.

     Lydia flushed, and a coy smile tried to fight it's way past her calm appearance. "Very well."

       She uncrossed her legs, savoring the feeling of her smooth skin sliding against the silky sheets. As she stood, Lydia cupped his chin in her palm and urged him to rise before her. Without her heels she had to look up at his eyes, she didn't realize how often she used her height as a form of intimidation. He was only three inches taller, but he seemed to loom over her. She felt herself waver for a moment. She could see why women wanted to submit to him.