Eleven by Karen Rodgers

was branded into his
mind, it would stay there for eternity.
    After all, I had discovered in him the
man of which my fantasies had been born. It was time to return the
favor to him in full measure.
    I would make him ache for me. I would
drive him crazier than he had ever imagined. Tonight I would grab
the bull by the horns and ride him like there was no
tomorrow.
    I was already aching for
him.
    I heard soft footsteps down the
hallway. I saw the shadow of his form approach the doorway of the
theater.
    He timidly questioned, “Are you in
here?”
    “ Yes,” I
answered.
    Then I instructed him in a firm tone,
“Come in. Take a seat.”
    He did as he was told. I had placed a
chair in the center of the room, in front of the double fireplace.
The flames behind him flickered, giving the room a warm glow that
danced upon the walls.
    I stood up and walked over to where he
was sitting. He looked me up and down, smiling in astonishment. I
leaned over and whispered, “Give me your hands, Mister.”
    He lifted his hands. I lightly draped
the red silk scarf over both wrists in a figure eight weave. I gave
the ends of the scarf a tug to make sure he was properly bound;
then tied them snugly in a double knot.
    As I walked behind him, I commanded him
in the most sensual tone I could muster, “Don’t move a muscle. You
can look, but you cannot touch. If you even think about touching
me, I will stop what I am doing. Do you understand?”
    He flashed a grin strained with desire,
eagerly nodded, and answered, “Yes, ma’am.”
    This time, I had planned
every detail. I was the one in control. I removed the CD remote
from my pocket and pressed the play button. The slow, erotic beat
of ‘I am the Highway’ by Audioslave began to emanate from the surround-sound
speakers.
    I walked around to stand in the middle
of the room, directly in front of him. I slowly began to move to
the music while undoing the belt on my trench coat. Each button was
undone methodically. I teased him by partially opening the right
side of the coat, then closing it. Then I did the same with the
other side, giving him a slight peek at the left side of my
body.
    His eyes followed the length of my
body. It was now apparent to him that I was wearing the black
leather outfit he had chosen for me. A warm look of approval was on
his face.
    I continued to sway to the music and
turned my back to him. Slowly, very slowly, I allowed the coat to
fall off my shoulders. It hung at the bend of my elbows and draped
just above my waist.
    Then I allowed the coat to fall to the
floor as I turned around to face him. I danced with a seductive
sway of my hips. I placed one foot in front of the other;
undulating my hips in a figure eight motion while my gloved hands
moved wantonly all over my body. The metal studs gleamed in the
firelight.
    I turned away from him again and
reached up to undo the pins holding my hair in place. Arching my
back, I shook the full length of my hair out. Wavy, chestnut
colored locks cascaded down my back and brushed the top of my
ass.
    With legs slightly spread, I languidly
bent over and grabbed the ankles of my boots with both gloved
hands, giving him a full view of my most intimate place, veiled
only by the thin leather strip of the thong.
    At this point, he sighed, “Oh, my
God!”
    I deliberately stroked my hands up the
full length of my legs as I moved to an upright position again.
Still dancing to the music, I turned to face him again. He was
struggling with his silky restraint. I saw the frustrated desire
building up in him.
    I shook my finger from side to side and
reminded him, “Oh, no, no, no. Don’t move. Don’t try to touch
me.”
    His arms relaxed and fell into his lap.
He was only wearing a pair of long pajama pants. I noticed the
obvious evidence of his excitement bulging underneath, pushing the
waist of his pants upward.
    Just then, the CD whirred
and the next song began to play—‘ Father
Figure’ by George Michael. I had carefully
chosen