She walked to the bathroom in a very leisurely manner, and I knew she'd take her time in there.
The questions whirled around my head. Had she done anything with anybody? How drunk was she? Had anyone seen that she didn't have panties on?
I couldn't help but gasp as she emerged from the bathroom again. She was wearing a black leather corset and lace-up boots that went all the way up to her thighs like stockings - and nothing else, her bare pussy startling, yet hard to take my eyes away. I wasn't usually one for kinky leather stuff, but Zoey looked so hot.
She creaked as she walked toward me.
"Good boy," she said. "You've been so good tonight, I feel like rewarding you."
"Thank you, Ma'am."
She climbed up onto the bed once again, her leather creaking all the way, straddling me. She made me wonder how she'd fitted this outfit in her overnight case.
"You know, I need to do better at restricting your orgasms, Jones," she said, picking up my cock and wrapping her fingers around it as it stood just inches from her pussy. "You've had it too easy recently."
"Yes Ma'am," I said meekly, silently suppressing my disagreement in the matter.
"But maybe I should allow you tonight," she said. "Since you've been so good."
"Thank you, Ma'am."
My cock was so hard as she began stroking it, I swore I could feel the blood coursing through it.
"Okay, here's your reward," she said. "Tonight, and tonight only, you get three wishes. You can take them at any time you like, and I have to grant them - but you don't get them back."
"Thank you Ma'am."
This was an interesting game - I could have asked her theoretically for anything, yet I didn't want to waste the opportunity.
She lifted herself up a little, opening her legs so I received a killer view of her pussy, though the purpose of her move was to give herself access to use my hard cock as a kind of sex toy, rubbing it against herself, brushing her pussy lips with the tip of my cock, nudging it against her clit.
"Are you thinking of a wish?" she asked me, as she now sat down on me, crushing my hardness in between her legs, before beginning a rocking motion to glide her wetness up and down my shaft without granting me any penetration.
"Yes, Ma'am."
The sensation of her heat against my manhood, and the way she gyrated her hips and accelerated her rocking on me, threatened to make me come before she'd barely started.
I had to hold on.
"Tell me what happened when you went downstairs," I asked her.
"You're sure you want that to be one of your wishes?"
I nodded. She slowed her motion as she spoke, allowing me to bring myself under control.
"How long do you think I've been gone?"
"I'm not sure - two, three hours?"
She sniggered. "No way I'd leave you tied up that long - and I couldn't resist knowing you were up here waiting for me like this. The ceremony was before the dinner, this time, not after. I slipped out once I finished presenting our award. Are you aching?"
"I'm okay," I said. "Tell me what happened."
She continued stroking me, rubbing me up against her pussy as she told me about the fear she'd had entering a room full of suited executives with her pussy completely exposed to the open air.
"I was trying not to blush," she said. "It took a couple of glasses of wine for me to calm down."
"Do you think anyone knew?"
She flashed her eyes. "Before everyone sat down, I think a couple of the women were looking at me trying to figure how I'd completely got away with no panty line in a dress like that. I don't think the guys really knew - except one guy."
"One guy?" My ears pricked up.
Zoey gave me an impish grin, and I couldn't quite tell whether or not she was now just making something up to wind me up. I suspected she was, but from what had happened with Brandon in Philly, I could never be entirely sure.
"He was a little older than you," she said, moving off my body now, lying beside me on her side, in a comfortable position to play with my hardness. "You know - silver flecks in his hair. A bit of a cocky so-and-so, but totally gorgeous."
Once again, jealousy flared up within me, a white-hot searing heat in my stomach.
But I couldn't help but find the idea exciting that my Zoey had been walking around in public with no panties on, flirting with guys who wanted her, even though she was mine.
She let out a peel of laughter, and I guess my cock must have responded to the dirty thoughts I was having.
"It turns you on, doesn't it?" she asked. "That I have the power to drive other men wild. And maybe I'll act on it, and maybe I won't."
"It terrifies me," I said, though with a little humor in my voice. "But you're so hot being in full control."