The Confession (Part 2)
I go to my room and quickly change into an orange halter dress. Very short and very seductive. I glance in the mirror at the stranger looking back at me. It’s not me in control anymore, but that’s alright…I still get to watch. I prepare everything…drinks and glasses, soft lights, and music to die for.
That brings a smile to my face. I pick up a small item and tuck it neatly into the front of my dress where it can’t be seen. This is all so perfect, I think to myself.
A knock on the door…now it begins!
I open the door and there he stands with a smile from ear to ear. How appropriate! I invite him inside the room and he mentions that he really likes my dress. No surprise there! He sits on the couch while I fix us both a nice drink. As I hand him his drink, I make sure to lean over toward him so he can get a nice view down the front of my dress. He smiles at me and I know what is on his mind…he has no idea what is on mine.
I sit down next to him waiting to see if he will make a move…I know he will, and I’m not disappointed. Without a word, he sets his drink down and wraps his arms around me pulling me close to him. It actually feels good, but I can’t let myself be distracted from the plan. I gently push him back as I feel him brush a soft kiss against my cheek. I have to be the one in control. I look into his eyes and can see the questions on his face. Now it’s my turn.
A small smile plays on the corner of my lips…he is watching me intently. I casually reach into the hidden place in the front of my dress and produce the object I had stashed just before he arrived. His eyes light up and the smile on his face brightens as he looks at the set of handcuffs I have dangling in front of him. He nods his head eagerly and I smile at him in return.
He suddenly grabs me and pulls me into his arms, kissing me hungrily. Although I do like a man to “take charge”, now is not the time. I have to be the one “in control”. As his hands start to roam over me, I slip one end of the handcuffs around his wrist. “CLICK”. He stops briefly and looks at me still smiling. The smirk I give back to him says it all in my mind…he has no clue what is about to happen.
I rise from the couch with him, leading him into the other room…the last room he will ever see, I think to myself. He follows along like a dog on a leash, How close this is to true. When I get him in the bedroom of the hotel suite, he doesn’t even bother looking around. He heads straight for the bed and plops himself in the middle of it. He seems to be volunteering for this…how funny! The thought brings a smile to my face and once again, he assumes it is for him.
I slowly stroll over to the bed and sit on the edge. I lift his uncuffed hand and bring it to my face. Holding his hand I slowly begin kissing his fingers. I brush my lips over each one as I sit watching his reaction. He closes his eyes, still that stupid smile on his face. He brings his other hand over to me and I take that instant to raise his arms and slip the other cuff around his wrist and pin him to the headboard of the bed. My little friend is not going anywhere now. TO BE CONTINUED
