“He stayed over?” he asked simply. Erin scolded him for joining the conversation so rudely.
I smiled at him. “Of course,” I said, and William fed me an appetizer from the passed hors d’oeuvres.
They excused themselves promptly.
I noticed that at this point in the party some of the guests were in various stages of undress. Breasts here, asses there. It was starting to heat up, which was good, because I didn’t think Bizzy was going to last another minute being strangled by my shorts.
The party was being held in a brand-new condo complex. Apparently, when the place started advertising condos for sale, a lot of people in the BDSM community decided to buy up units all together. Great idea for parties, I must say. The event stretched between a few joining units, with the crowd flowing from one room to the next. I grabbed William’s hand and started to follow the less dressed crowd.
We ended up in a playroom, and it was decked out with a disco ball. The light reflected nicely off the chains on the wall. This kind condo owner was nice enough to allow full use of his toys and room, and despite the copious amounts of antibacterial wipes and gel, it was quite a fun atmosphere.
The room was filled with the sounds of disco and pleasure. “Are you okay with this, William?” I asked. I saw on his checklist that public displays of submission and nudity were not hard limits, but I wanted to check anyway. He was still very new . . . despite being very old. He nodded, eyes alight. I smiled.
I pulled him down to a beanbag chair in a darkened part of the room, and started making out with him. The ambiance was very much like a high school party, and it just felt right. I knew some eyes were on us, and that only fueled my attraction. The way he looked in the multicolored strobe lights, the way his body moved to the music and yet didn’t dance . . . everything about him drew attention. And I wanted to soak in his desirability for myself. I used the leash to pull him closer to me.
My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his broad-collared shirt. He leaned back in the chair, and watched me remove his clothing. His eyes begged to show off, to make me proud, and I nodded at him. In an instant, he had turned his shirt into some sort of rope contraption, and bound his own arms behind him. I saw a Domme in the corner actually lick her lips.
“Good boy,” I told him, and ran my hands down his chest. He threw his head back, loving my touch as much as the thrill of exhibitionism.
There was sex going on in that room, for sure, but much of what was happening was discreet. I noticed that beneath our beanbag chair was a neatly folded, clean blanket. A couple settled down next to us, staring obviously. I loved it.
I used the leash to once again pull him to me. His moves were graceful, even when he was bound. “I am going to fuck you right here,” I said in his ear. I pulled the riding crop from the wall behind us, and told him I’d be setting the pace with it.
And then he did something strange. He whispered that he wanted the blanket to cover me. He didn’t mind anyone seeing him, but he didn’t want anyone seeing me.
That was not a very submissive-type statement, and it took me a minute to shake off the feeling it gave me. The feeling wasn’t bad, in fact, I liked the sentiment behind it.
And that shocked me. William was claiming me, and yet he was collared and leashed and bound beneath me.
And yet I let him have what he wanted.
I pulled him free from his absurdly restricting pants, and even some of the men were staring. That’s right, I thought as my fingers wrapped around him, all this is mine. Luckily, the daisy dukes Harvey made me were surprisingly stretchy, so I draped the blanket discreetly, pushed the shorts aside, and pulled William toward me. I let him penetrate me unseen.
Once we were situated and the blanket was strategically adjusted, I got to work. At that moment, I do believe that every Domme and Dom at that party wanted to be me. William had captured everyone’s attention. His body looked so gorgeous beneath me, and his sinuous movements simply screamed submission. I used the crop gently at first, teasing him, and then faster and more insistently.