Little Black Dress

Part 4 of 9

"This party is very important, Princess. Not for me. For you."

It was the last thing he'd said before the door opened, and we'd stepped inside. Lights low, the room crowded, dark woods and glass and metal beams. Everyone in black. The smell of a fire permeated the room. I could see the flames dancing across the room where glass walls were angled,, and people slipped through them to access the outdoor space. Rich wood floors echoed with each step as Sir led me through the crowd, his fingers wrapped around my wrist.

I followed as we wound our way through the room, the faces a blur, the room an empty space that contained only he and I. I blinked when he pressed a champagne flute into my free hand, a matching flute in his, and we roamed.

Guests of the host, strangers all, circled, stopped, spoke to him. I could feel their eyes on me, but I dared not look up. I stood close as instructed, my body leaning into his every time we stopped. "Stay close, Princess," he'd said. "When I stop, you stop. Lean in, and sip your champagne. No one will speak to you. Just stay close until the time comes."

I shuddered, my legs spreading as I adjusted to accommodate his touch. Each and every time we moved, he took my wrist and led me forward. Each and every time we stopped, he released my wrist and slid his hand under my dress, his fingers finding my clit with ease. I leaned in, sipped my champagne, my eyes somewhere beyond the room, every sense attuned to him.

I knew they could see him, see how he teased, touched me. I felt their eyes on me, how I shuddered from the pleasure coursing through me, the quickness of my breath, the beat of my heart thundering in my ears. I sipped my drink and tried not to whimper when he pulled his fingers away and took my wrist.

"So many friends here tonight, and I'll need to make the rounds," he'd said. "All I need is for you to stay close, and Sir will take care of you."

The first time we stopped, he greeted a friend with a firm handshake. Then he pushed his hand under my dress and found my clit, and I shuddered, shaken, feeling the heat in my face when I realized the man Sir had greeted was staring at me as he spoke. It went on and on, his hand on my wrist as we walked, his fingers on my clit when we stopped, stroking, caressing, teasing, burning down my resistance and igniting a fire that consumed me. The crowd began to fade, the sounds of the party dwindle, the room dissolve around us.

Before long, there was nothing and no one, just Sir and Princess. His fingers stroked my clit, slid between the lips of my desperate pussy, and I felt my body responding, no longer able to stand still and sip my champagne quietly. I left the empty flute somewhere -- maybe Sir took it from me, and each time we stopped, I turned, my eyes on his face, the firm jaw, the light stubble there that I missed brushing against my inner thighs. I leaned in and opened my legs, giving myself to him, my hands on his shoulders, my breaths coming in gasps as he teased me and drove me deeper into an emptiness only filled with him.

His lips pressed against the top of my head, and I looked up, finding the green of his eyes, the soft smile. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed, my hips bucking against his hand, fucking his fingers with my clit with wild abandon. His tongue danced with mine, mirroring the dance between my legs. Then he pulled away, his hand gone, a whimper escaping my lips. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close, his voice quiet, firm in my ear. "Now is the time, Princess. Are you ready?"

I nodded, tears filling my eyes, and he turned and pulled me along behind him to what fate I didn't know. Only that I would accept it, that I would beg and plead, that I would get on my knees for him right in the middle of the room and beg for his touch, for his tongue, his fingers, his cock. If only he would ask, I would accept it.

We pushed through the crowd, dark ghosts that filled my fever dream, and around a low table to a leather sofa, where he pulled me down next to him and growled in my ear. "Spread those legs for me. Wide now." I couldn't resist. Each sound from his lips was a command, his words an order I obeyed without hesitation. And there I waited, legs spread, my feet on the couch, my burning need there for all to see.

A crowd began to form as he spoke, his voice booming in my ear, in my heart, echoing in my pussy. "Tonight, Princess, is the night you surrender," he said, and his fingers drifted over my clit. "Tonight, you surrender yourself to me," he growled, and I felt his fingers slide inside me as I let out a cry. "Here in front of all these people, I make you mine," he said, his voice low, focused, his lips brushing against my ear, and then he began to fuck me.

A low moan erupted from my lips, my hips bucking, my nails digging into his arms as he fucked my helpless pussy. Finger after finger filled me, his words echoing in my head.

"Please. Please. Please."

"Surrender, Princess. In front of these people. Surrender yourself to me."

His fingers drove into me, fucking me, pleasure coursing through me as I waited for his permission.

"Do you surrender?"

And then I felt the last of myself fall away, and I turned to him, eyes filled with tears, only he and I in existence. "Yes, I surrender. I surrender myself to you, Sir. My Master."

"Then cum for me, Princess. Cum for your Master."

And the world faded away.