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him, picking the tie up with my mouth from the ground as I go. I drop it onto his lap. “Is this how you like your women, my Lord Duke?” Then I grin. “No, you get this type of behaviour too easily out there, I bet. That’s why you’ve come here, to me. It’s different; it isn’t free.”
    “You think you know me simply because I’ve paid for you to dance for me?”
    “I think my assumptions are a little more than mere assumptions.” Using the tie, I circle one of his tight nipples and then the other. I dangle the fabric and pull it down his sides, stroking his skin as softly as possible. “But I’m not here to judge; I’m simply learning how to make you tick.”
    The fabric skims over the top of his cock, which is standing proud again beneath the tight fabric of his boxers.
    “What are you doing?” He demands as I roughly tug his boxers down, freeing him to the cool air.
    “I’ve never in my life, wanted a man to fuck me so badly.” I dip my fingers into myself to try and gain some small semblance of control over my own body. It only worsens the desperate burning I feel inside at the sight of his pulsing shaft. It’s thicker in the middle but definitely not narrow at the top. It’s so long and the way the veins stand out under the purple light make it almost look angry.
    “I thought you don’t touch.”
    “I don’t,” I circle the bulbous head with the wide part of his tie. He groans and it twitches.
    I blow on him through the lace drop of my mask and run my fingers over his quivering thighs.
    He begins to pant when I stand and lean backward over his lap, using the arms of the chair to steady myself. My hair dangles, tickling his skin. Then I curve slowly upwards, allowing his cock to lightly touch my bare back. I feel his pre-come on my skin and my sex begins to pulse rapidly.
    My body moves, dipping and swaying in a delicate, graceful and sexy way. My skin kisses against his, careful not to prolong any touching.
    “Do you do this with every man?”
    My eyes snap to his and I turn towards him before I dip my face into his neck and barely brush my breasts against his chest. “No. Just you.”
    “You’re lying.”
    “I am not.”
    He shudders when I climb onto the chair and slowly bring my legs over his. His thighs close quickly, leaving his cock to rest upwards against his stomach. I smile and bring myself down. He shudders and curses when the apex of my thigh and the edge of my thong touch him ever so slightly.
    “I’m breaking all of the rules for you,” I admit honestly and tug his head back by his hair.
    “Let me fuck you,” he pleads, his eyes on my breasts. “I know you want it.”
    “You don’t need me to fuck you for you to enjoy yourself,” I whisper and rest back on his knees. His eyes stare at where the head of his cock points only inches from my thong clad sex. “Just imagine it.” I stroke the tie over his length in a petting motion. I ache to orgasm so badly that my hands are trembling, but this isn’t about me, it’s about him. “You get to tie my hands the same way I’ve bound yours.”
    “I pull you to the edge of the seat…”
    “And kiss my breasts as you rub yourself between my thighs, smearing the wetness that you created.” I lift the lace up for a moment and bite the lobe of his ear while my hands loop the tie around his cock.
    “Fuck!” He thrusts into the air between us, desperate to be touched. “Play with yourself.”
    Normally I won’t take orders but I’m desperate. The ache burns and not in a good way. My frustration is making me irritable and if I don’t release, there’s a chance I’ll dry.
    “With pleasure.” I lift myself higher, balancing on my knees as I tease and roll my fingers over that sensitive nub. The burning spreads down my legs to my knees and my head falls back.
    “Stunning,” he tells me, shifting in his seat so he has a better view.
    I roll my hips as my free hand still teases the tie along the length of his