I wait on the bed breathing very fast for what feels like forever. My fingers nervously fidget and run along edge of my restraints. I can’t see the robe that I’m wearing, but I know it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever worn for a man. Plus, the feathers feel very soft and comfortable. It’s like I’m wrapped in luxury.

Waiting is pure torture. There’s room in the mask for my eyes to open freely without my eyelashes touching the fabric, but all I see is blackness around me. How long do I have to wait like this? My thoughts keep going back to the amount of money that the mysterious Mr. Black paid for me. $250,000. That’s a lot of money. I wonder what kind of night he is expecting from all of this. To tell you the truth, I’m not the most exciting girl in bed. I’m actually quite boring. I don't like to do a lot and I’m not a huge fan of being on top. When I’m on top, I can never relax enough to actually orgasm.

The door swings open. I exhale and inhale deeply, trying to compose myself. My body suddenly gets really cold and really hot at the same time. My hormones must be going nuts. I hear the footsteps approaching the bed.

“Hello?” I ask, not able to bear the anticipation much longer.

“Good evening,” he says after a moment. His voice is smooth, and deep, and has a kind of oak quality to it. He doesn’t sound very old, but then again, what do I know about voices?

“Are you Mr. Black?” I ask.

“Yes, I am,” he says slowly. “But you may call me Sir.”

“Just sir?” I ask.

“Yes, just sir.”

I don’t know what he’s doing, but it sounds like he’s walking around the suite. At one point, the closet doors open and close. And the sound of his walk changes. It’s almost as if he took off his shoes.

His footsteps are lighter, not as heavy. A moment later, I’m pretty certain that he’s either barefoot or at least in socks. I chew on my lower lip nervously, my eyes are fixed on the darkness inside the mask.

Suddenly, something touches my lips. It’s soft. It takes me a minute to realize that it’s his finger. I listen to his easy breaths and feel his presence on top of me. Yet, the only thing that he’s touching is my lips.

“It’s going to be fun,” he says slowly. His voice is almost smoldering now, as if a voice could be smoldering.

“I’m sorry, it’s just a nervous habit of mine. I chew my lower lip a lot.”

“Well, we’ll have to work on that, won’t we?” he says coyly.

I can’t see his face or his body, and yet my body is suddenly having a very strong reaction to him. I don't know if it’s his voice or him touching my lips, but my legs suddenly have these little pangs running through them. I curl my toes to try to relax, but more come. I hate to admit it, but I only feel this when I’m strongly attracted to someone. So much so that I can’t control it. Just thinking about this, makes my whole body clench up for a moment.

As he hovers somewhere over me, I’m not entirely sure where, but I do feel his weight to the right of me, I feel myself shrinking. My legs press together tightly and my arms pull the restraints tightly. I’m clamming up. I’m not a particularly outgoing person. I’m a writer, for crying out loud. And my shy way of being is getting the better of me.

“Oh no, we can’t have this,” Mr. Black says quietly, brushing his fingers on my knees. They are raised up, and when he touches them, they fall back down to the bed without much effort. I feel myself melting like butter around him. He runs his fingers along the top of my legs and a little bit on my inner thighs. I begin to feel myself start to panic. A cold sweat runs downs my arm pits. I’ve never allowed a man who I wasn’t involved with romantically to touch me before. And I don't even know what he looks like. I can’t do this. I have to give him back his money and apologize. But I really, really can’t do this.

I’m about to say this out loud, when he puts his hand gently around my neck. The feel of his skin is warm and inviting.

“You can relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” he says. He runs his fingers around my clavicle and on my chest, right before my breasts he stops. I can feel my chest move up and down and his hand moves up and down along with each breath. I’m starting to relax and shut down at the same time. The intensity of this situation is getting too much, and we haven’t even done anything yet.

“You can relax,” he whispers into my ear. His soft breath caresses my earlobe. “I’m not going to hurt you, unless you want me too.” As he says that, he presses his lips around my earlobe and kisses me lightly.

There’s that phrase again. Unless I want him too. What does that mean exactly, I want to ask. But my mouth is as dry as a desert. It’s almost as if he had sucked all of the moisture out of the air. Except for the moisture between my legs. I rub my legs together to try to keep the moisture where it is.

Mr. Black presses his fingertips beneath my chin, lifting my face up to him. He has a soft and demanding touch. It sends electricity through every inch of my body.

“Would you like me to kiss you?” he asks. I want to say yes. But my mind is all muddy right now.

“I don’t know,” I say. I have no idea why I said that.

“That’s okay,” he says, lowering himself next to me on the bed. “But what is not okay is for you to not call me sir.”

I nod.

“Do you understand?” Mr. Black asks, running his fingertips around the contours of my breasts, underneath my robe.

I nod again.

“You have to say out loud.”

“Yes, I understand,” I say.

“No, apparently, not,” he says, opening the right side of my robe and exposing my breast. I feel both of my nipples getting hard. I tighten the grip on my restraints.

“Yes, I understand, sir.”

“That’s a good girl,” he says. He continues to run his fingers in concentric circles around my nipples, not once skirting either one. The game is starting to make me crazy.

“Is there something you want?” he asks, probably sensing the disappointed look on my face.

“That just feels really good…sir.”

“Oh yes, I know.”

I open my mouth slightly, and let a small gasp escape from my throat. I’ve never been so aroused just by someone’s touch before. I mean, he isn’t even really doing anything. Suddenly, his hand leaves my breasts and travels back to my lips. The tip of his thumb brushes across my lower lip. He’s teasing me. Toying with me. Then he presses his thumb inside my mouth and whispers, “suck.”

I don’t even need the command. My lips instinctively press around his thumb as my tongue strokes it.

“Mmm,” he moans into my ear.

My cheeks heat up as my mouth opens and closes around his thumb inside of my mouth. I massage him with my tongue, taste his skin and realize that his fingers are soft and light. This is not the thumb that belongs to a man who works with his hands.

“There’s going to be more of this to come,” he says, pulling his thumb out of my mouth. “But for now…”

As he returns his fingers back to my body, I smile. I find his arrogance extremely sexy. I’m no stranger to arrogance - no one is who attends an Ivy League school. But most of the time, I find it tiresome and boring. But with Mr. Black, it is different. Authentic. Like he’s not just pretending to be an arrogant prick. Like he’s actually this unbelievably confident.

“Am I ever going to see your face?” I ask. “Sir.”

I feel him thinking about it as he returns his attention to my breasts. His fingertips are getting closer and closer to my nipples, and the wait is excruciating.

“Yes, of course. Just not now.”

“Why not, sir?”

“You know, you have a lot of questions for a girl in your position.” He says laughing.

“What do you mean, sir?” I ask. It’s not actually as awkward to say ‘sir’ at the end of each sentence. In fact, it’s kind of sexy.

“Well, here you are, on my yacht. I just paid a quarter of a million dollars to spend the night with you. To do whatever I want with you and you are here making demands.”

“No, not at all, sir,” I say.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” he says. I hear some rustling of clothing, and then something silky and soft touches my lips.

“We’re going to have to bind this mouth of yours since you can’t keep it closed,” he says, and wraps what feels like a silk tie around my mouth.

I should be horrified and petrified by his tone and his actions. But instead, I’m incredibly turned on. I’m actually wet in between my legs. My nipples are so hard they’re like little razorblades.

“We’re going to take things slowly. Trust me, you’re going to really enjoy yourself. But you will also need to follow my orders. You have to do anything I say, anything I ask of you. Immediately. Do you understand?”

I nod my head. My mouth again feels like a desert, but that’s because all of my moisture has escaped elsewhere.

Again, he starts to run his fingers around my breasts, only this time he does touch my nipples. Soft at first and then a bit harder. He presses his lips and sucks on them a little, sending my body into uncontrollable shivers.

“You have to control yourself, Ellie. And under no circumstances can you orgasm without my permission.”

What? I don't need his permission to orgasm. Do I? No, of course not. And yet, waiting for him to say it’s okay, is incredibly sexy.

While his lips return to my nipples, caressing me with sucking and licking and even flicking with the tongue, his hand runs down my body. It pauses briefly near my belly button, but quickly continues its way down. The soft touch of his hands on my inner thighs, opens them up, widely.

“Oh no, not yet, my dear,” he pushes my legs back together. The wetness has nowhere to go now. I can’t even get it aired out. I moan a little.

“Oh are you disappointed, my dear?” he asks with my right nipple in between his teeth. He’s toying with me. Teasing me.

I nod and say yes through the fabric in my mouth.

“Well, you’re going to have to get used to it.”

The thought of dissatisfaction causes a shiver to run down my legs. It pools somewhere in my pelvic region. After a few minutes of caressing my breasts, he finally says, “Okay, you can open your legs now.”

My legs fly open immediately. I feel exposed and on display and incredibly sexy at the same time. I’m laying myself out as an offering to him. I’m waiting for him to claim me. The thought of him coming inside of me, sends shivers down my body. I’ve never felt this way about anyone I’ve never seen before. But right now I’m not thinking. I’m feeling. I’m existing entirely on another plane of existence - one that’s made entirely of emotions.

He runs his hands around my thighs and around my belly button. Then he makes his way down to my thighs. He starts at the knees and goes up. I hear him lick his lips and I feel his eyes looking at my body. Admiring it. His fingers suddenly run upward, and trace a slow path in between my breasts and down to my stomach. I close my eyes under the mask and moan. His hands are so soft that his touch feels like little butterfly kisses. The whole experience is not only sexual, it’s also incredibly sensual.

I relax against the restraints and allow myself to drift away into a fantasy. I feel him deep within me and my thighs start to move accordingly. I pretend that we have known each other forever, but this is the first time that we’re having sex. Suddenly, his touch gets more and more intense. His hands wrap around my legs and I realize how big his hands really are. Much bigger than they seemed from the touch of his fingers.

He takes the trim of my bathrobe and runs it over my stomach. The bottom half of my body moans in ecstasy and I close my legs to try to push some of it away.

“Oh no, we can’t have you doing this,” Mr. Black says, pushing my legs apart. My heart jumps into my throat and starts to beat extremely fast.

Then he takes the feather trim and runs it across my clitoris. It almost screams out for more. He runs the feathers along my thighs and then around my vagina. The lips open up for more and he laughs. Then he kneels down in front of my opened thighs and blows on me.

“Oh my God,” I mumble into the tie around my mouth.

“Now, remember, you promised. You’re not going to orgasm without me saying so, are you?”

“No, sir” I mumble. Though at this point, I’m actually getting very close. Usually, it takes me a long time to orgasm. I’m not naturally a very sexual person. But there’s something about Mr. Black that just makes me wet. There’s no other way, no other more delicate way, of putting it.

After putting the feathers back to my sides, he positions himself right in front of my opened thighs. Oh my God. Here it is. He’s going to kiss me. Or stick a finger in me. He’s going to do something to release all this amazingly horrible pleasure that has been building up within me.

But much to my surprise, I hear a quiet vibrating sound come on instead. And then it touches me. My clitoris. A sharp cry of pleasure-pain seizes through my body as the vibrating sensation spreads through me. I find myself intoxicated with this new kind of roughness. My legs open further and reach up, as my inhibitions seem to fall by the wayside.

“That’s a good girl,” Mr. Black says. “How does this feel?”

“Amazing,” I mumble.

Suddenly, the vibrating sensation stops and the sound disappears.

“Now, what did I say about calling me sir? If you don't do what I say, you don't get the pleasure that I’m wanting to give you,” he says.

“It feels amazing, sir,” I mumble quickly. “Please don’t stop, sir. Please, sir.”

He presses the vibrator back to me, only this time it goes into my vagina, and he starts the vibrations. The vibrations are faster this time, making me nearly choke up on my breaths.

“You’re a very sexy girl, Ellie,” Mr. Black says. “I think you deserve something extra for being so sexy.”

“Thank you, sir,” I mumble, floating away on pangs of pleasure.

And just when I thought I couldn’t feel any better, suddenly, I feel his breath on my clit. He inhales deeply. And then exhales. And he presses his soft, almost liquid tongue on top of it. I feel my back arch off the bed and my body presses up to fill his mouth even more. He moans approvingly, pushing the vibrator deeper inside of me.

“That’s it, beautiful. Show me what you’re made of,” he whispers and begins to suck on it more aggressively.

“Oh my God. I’m getting so close, sir” I say, feeling that warm sensation running up my legs. My toes have already gone numb.

“Tell me, when you’re about to come,” he says. I nod.

“There, there, sir” I start to moan and I feel like I’m just about to climax.

And suddenly, everything stops. He pulls his mouth away from me and turns off the vibrator.

“Not now, Ellie,” he says coyly.

Wait, what? I don't understand. My legs flop down onto the bed in disappointment.

“You can’t come so soon, honey,” he says, running his fingers over my breasts. “The night is young. We are just getting started.”

My mind starts to swim. I don't understand anything he’s saying. It takes me a few minutes to feel okay again. My heartbeat slowly returns to normal. My body temperature slowly drops and I start to feel cold. I’ve never felt so dissatisfied before.