Across the RoomJanuary 8, 2010
He spotted her across the bar, and couldn’t take his eyes off of her. 5.5 inch stiletto platform pumps, stocking tops peeking out from underneath a leather skirt. Why would he want to take his eyes off of her?
He saw the change that came over her the minute she noticed his insistent stare. A slight flush, and a bit of shyness, but then a shift to confidence. Provocation even. She turned her body to face him more directly. Crossed and uncrossed her legs, flashing the bare skin above her stocking tops. Tossing her hair flirtatiously. Casting the occasional glance his way, but averting her eyes whenever he made eye contact.
This went on for some time, and he enjoyed the game they were playing. But when she got up from her seat and headed past him, to the bathroom, he was ready to see where it might lead next.
He was waiting for her when she came out of the bathroom, and as she passed him – a little too close for strangers, her body brushing his – he reached out and wrapped his hand around her wrist, waiting to see if she would pull away, or something else.
It was the latter. She yielded immediately, and followed his lead as he positioned her against the wall. He got in close, his body pressing along the entire length of hers, knowing she would be feeling his erection. And then he spoke, low and directly in her ear.
“That’s quite the naughty performance you were putting on the bar. Does this little girl need a spanking?”
A sharp intake of breath, then a nod, and he knew his instincts had been right. And that the fun was only just beginning.