Paula's Playdate

Paula’s Playdate

By Nicole Draylock

Copyright 2013 Nicole
Draylock

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Paula had been waiting all week for
tonight. Jonathon, assuming he was using his own name, looked quite
dreamy, and his online presence was so masterful that she couldn’t
wait to see if he was as hot in person as he was online. He had all
the right answers, and seemed like the perfect “date” to satisfy
her carnal lusts which she had been ignoring for far too long.
Tonight they were to meet at one of the swankier hotels in the
city, where he would wine and dine her, and if both were satisfied,
he would take her to a room, and use her like a plaything, the
thought of which left her panties damp every time she considered
it.

Paula loved to be used, and used
roughly. She didn’t care for bruises, but she loved to be tied up
and made to submit to her lover’s every whim. Something about
begging her lover not to do something, to pretend that she was
being forced made her more excited than any more caring lover ever
could, and tonight Jonathon had promised to make her beg him to
stop and also to ignore her and take his want of her
body.

Getting dressed for such a date was
always the hardest part for her. She had never actually met
Jonathon, but his tastes were well known to her. She had been
talking to him for weeks, and had traded some rather intimate
details especially since her agreement to meet with him. Starting
with the basics, she chose a nice yellow thong with lace around the
tiny little triangle that covered her pussy but only barely. The
matching bra that left little to the imagination completed her
undergarments. The weather promised to be warm, so she slipped into
a sundress that hit her about mid-thigh and complemented that with
a wide leather belt at her waist. Shoes were the next thing, and
though Jonathon had not shown any signs of a foot fetish, he had
mentioned how he loved a woman in heels, so she put on a pair of
platform heels that she loved because at only five foot one, they
made her feel tall.

Catching a cab at half past six, she
arrived only a few minutes before the designated time to find him
already there. The trouble with meeting someone in these
circumstances was that you could never be sure if the pictures of
the person were real, or how old they were. She’d once met a fellow
who had clearly been binging for years since his photo was taken.
She didn’t mind that he was fairly heavy set and balding now, but
would have preferred the truth up front. As it turned out he’d been
a talented master. Jonathon on the other hand was even more
handsome in person than his photos had been able to show. Tonight
was going to be a good night.

“
I’ve taken the liberty of
ordering us some wine” Jonathon said as she walked up. He took her
hand, pulling her close with such familiarity that a casual
observer would no doubt have thought they were long time lovers.
Pulling her into his powerful embrace was all it took to create a
fresh dampening in her crotch. He was so strong that she was sure
that she could not have resisted him if she tried. She wanted to
say something, but he leaned down and kissed her, deeply and
passionately. His tongue moved against her lips insistently and
without even a token struggle her lips parted allowing him to
penetrate her for the first time.

Paula moaned softly into his mouth,
already his plaything. She knew that he wanted some struggle; that
the prize for him was making her submit, but she would save the
struggle for the room. She was ready now, after this one kiss, but
he was entirely too disciplined she knew just from the feel of him.
He was possessing her already, and she would have to work very hard
not to yield too swiftly to his desires.

As suddenly as it began, he pulled
away, holding her hand still but making no more possessive gesture.
“This way” he said, leading her into the restaurant, to where he
had presumably already reserved them a table. To her surprise, the
table was already set with their dinner. He had ordered them
Lobster and despite the earlier desire to skip the meal and dive
straight into the dessert, the scent of the lobster wafting up from
her plate soon had her tongue as moist as her panties.

Their table was in a secluded part of
the restaurant that contained only a few tables. While the rest of
the place was bustling with customers, she noticed that only their
table was occupied in this section. Jonathon noticed her gaze and
smirked. “I paid to reserve the entire section; I thought we might
enjoy a little privacy” he said.

Pulling out a chair for her in a most
old school gentlemanly fashion, Jonathan looked at her. Paula
quickly sat down, and Jonathon joined her, moving close. He was far
closer than a first date would normally sit, well inside the bounds
of her personal space. “Try the lobster” he told her, watching her
without touching his own. Paula looked askance at him, but did as
he instructed. The succulent flesh of the big crustacean the only
motivation she needed. As she placed a morsel of the buttery meat
upon her tongue, she felt Jonathon’s hand slide onto her leg and
up, moving inward.

Paula wasn’t surprised by the initial
touch, but as his hand continued up inside her dress straight to
her damp panties, she was both shocked and delighted by his
forwardness. She brought her knees together, feigning a desire to
prevent him access, but he pulled hard against her leg, leaning in
and whispering in her ear “spread yourself; I will have your cunt
any time I please.”

Paula’s salivation at the delicious
lobster could no longer keep pace with the juiciness between her
thighs, and she relented, opening her legs far wider than was
ladylike. She continued to eat daintily from her lobster,
suppressing her desire to moan as much as was possible as he
stroked her labia through the thin fabric of her panties, then
pulled them aside to run his fingers up and down the shorn lips of
her sex.

“
How is your lobster madam?”
came the waiter’s voice right behind her, making Paula jump. Even
as she did, Jonathon took advantage, sliding his hand under to cup
her sex as though he’d been awaiting this very moment.

“
It is wonderful” Jonathon
replied, “you should see her face; with each bite she grows more
fervent in expressing her pleasure.”

Paula wasn’t sure how to respond
herself but took another small bite of the lobster and looked
around at the waiter intent on just nodding. Jonathon had other
plans though and just as she made eye contact with the young
waiter, he pushed a finger into her pussy deep and hard. No matter
how she fought she could not hold back the low moan that slipped
from her, and no doubt the waiter had never seen such expression of
exquisite pleasure on the face of one of the guests. It was
embarrassing, but also very titillating at the same
time.

The waiter stared at her for a moment
before finding his voice once again. “I’m so very glad you are
enjoying your dinner. If you need me for anything, just ask for
Kevin.” With that he turned and went back to the
kitchen.

Jonathon dug another finger into her,
and said quietly “you are a naughty slut; I think I will make you
cum in this chair and leave the evidence for our young lad to
find.”

Paula blushed scarlet at the thought.
She had warned Jonathon that she was a screamer, and it was very
hard for her to be quiet when she came. If he made her cum here at
the table, she had no idea how she could keep the whole restaurant
from knowing exactly what they were up to. And even if she somehow
managed it, the young waiter would certainly know.

He didn’t seem to care, and begin to
frig her wetness rapidly as his thumb moved between her labia,
finding her clit and stroking it in time with the short thrusts of
his fingers. In moments she was panting; fighting to hold back the
climax that was taking shape against her will. “Cum for me slut” he
whispered in her ear, working his hand faster and
faster.

Suddenly, it happened. Paula couldn’t
hold it back anymore and she bit down on her lip to stifle the
screams of ecstasy that burst from her chest. Her body heaved and
her mind reeled. The whimpers and moans that she could not contain
sounded as loud as gunfire in her own ears, and what little of her
rational mind that remained feared what would happen in moments
when the staff and concerned patrons came running to see if she was
in need of help. Thrashing in her chair she dropped her fork,
adding to the din of her bodily release.

To her utter relief, no one came to
look, though she could hardly imagine how anyone in the restaurant
was unaware of what had transpired. All she wanted to do now was to
leave, to go to their room and finish what was begun without
restraint, but as suddenly as Jonathon had begun, he stopped,
straightening up and licking his fingers with a smile before
picking up his own fork and beginning to eat. He was so calm and
focused on his meal that had the evidence of what he had just done
not been dripping on her chair, she would have doubted that it had
even happened.

Paula was beginning to wonder if she
had done something wrong before he finished his dinner. He acted
throughout his meal as if she didn’t even exist, and by the time he
finally laid down his fork, Paula thought she might cry. None of
the turmoil that she had expected had occurred; no one had come to
see what had caused her to make such noises. She couldn’t imagine
that they had not been overheard, but no one seemed to have
reacted. It was only after he finished the last bite that Jonathon
acknowledged her again.

Suddenly standing, Jonathon spoke
without even looking at her. “Follow me” he said, turning and
walking out of the restaurant without even looking back to see if
she followed his instructions.

Paula quickly followed, and minutes
later found herself in a private sweet. Jonathon, who hadn’t looked
at her at all since he’d fingered her to a mind shattering orgasm
in public, suddenly stared at her with keen interest. “Remove your
clothing” he ordered, not looking away. Feeling somewhat bashful
suddenly, she followed his instructions as her cheeks pinked
slightly. It was obvious that he meant everything, and a few
moments later, her clothing in a loose pile near the door, Paula
stood before him completely nude.

She felt what the prey must feel as the
predator closes for the kill as he circled her slowly, admiring all
of her features. His gaze was riveted on her body but she could not
tell from his expression whether he was pleased or disappointed.
Paula was considered beautiful by almost everyone, she knew, but in
this moment that only opinion that mattered was his and the thought
that he might be dissatisfied was nearly too much for her to bear.
Finally, he completed his circuit around her, and nodded
affirmatively giving her a relief.

“
Kneel” he ordered quietly
and Paula moved quickly to obey. Jonathon walked to a case that he
had prepared on a side table. Reaching in he pulled out a coil of
rope, and Paula felt a thrill travel down her spine, rebounding
when it reached her newly dripping sex and terminating in the
animal portion of her brain. When he returned he moved behind her,
taking her hands one at a time and beginning to bind her; first her
wrists, and then her upper arms. He tied her so tight that he arms
were unable to move at all. The man had done this before, and now
that Paula was utterly at his mercy she couldn’t stop thinking
about what would come next.

“
You are mine now” he said.
“I will use your body in every way possible, do you understand?” he
asked.

Paula nodded, prepared to give him
whatever he desired.

“
Good. Now come” he said,
helping her to her feet by catching her under the arm with one
strong hand and leading her to the side table that had the case on
it. Releasing her, he pulled the table away from the wall and moved
the case to the floor opposite where she now stood. Grasping the
knot that she had put her hair up in, he pulled her down over the
table, making her bend over until her stomach and breasts rested
against the cool wood. He head hung over the far edge of the table,
and she could clearly see the contents of the case for the first
time. Dread warred with excitement within her as she saw what he
had planned.