I manage, by some feat of sheer luck, to walk saucily between two very sexy men, without tripping over my Louboutins, but we've definitely gathered some attention from the crowd of people in the bar and hotel lobby. Let them stare. I hold my head up proudly, because this is possibly every hot-blooded woman's wet dream. My Master also tells me on many occasions that confidence is sexy as fuck, and so I channel that inner Vixen.
We pause, and wait for the elevator, once Master has pushed the button, and I take a moment to compose myself. I close my eyes, and take some deep breaths, and I feel both men place their hands over mine that are resting in the crooks of their glorious arms. They say nothing, but the sexual tension is palpable. The elevator dings, the doors open, and we step inside. Master presses the button to close the doors as another couple approaches. I can see them think better of asking us to hold the elevator for them. They can get the next one.
As the elevator begins to rise, both men slide their arms from my hands, but move right into my space. Sir in front, Master behind. I stand at barely 5'6, and that's with my Louboutins. I'm sandwiched between two 6' alpha males, dressed to the nines in their matching suits, and while most would feel somewhat intimidated, I am way, way too excited. My skin is buzzing, waiting to be touched, and I don't have to wait very long.
Master's masterful fingers begin hitching my skirt slowly up my legs, and I feel a moment of apprehension, as my tail isn't that much shorter than my skirt. Sir's hands move to my shoulders, his fingers brush down the length of my arms, and when he gets to my wrists, he encircles them with his hands and holds them to my side. I can feel Master's erection pressing against my ass, which stimulates the plug, and I shiver involuntarily.
Sir looks over my shoulder at my Master, and then leans in and takes my mouth with his own. If I thought my Master was the only one who could melt my panties (once again, if I was wearing any) with a kiss, I was sorely mistaken. There is a slow, lustful passion to how he presses his lips to mine, and then a slow lick of his tongue along my bottom lip. I open for him on a breathy inhale, and he plunges his tongue into my mouth, caressing my tongue with his own, as he presses me further back onto my Master.
I vaguely register that Master's hands have moved to the backs of my thighs, and are moving up towards my ass….he stops, and I freeze. He pulls himself away from my back, and I know he's looking down at the tail hanging out of my skirt. "What's this…" he gently tugs at it, and I squeak. Yes. Squeak. "Jesus Baby, are you wearing a tail plug?"
Sir is now looking at my face with complete surprise, then humour, and then growing into an unrestrained hunger. "Holy shit. You are a Naughty Little Kitty, Kitty." Once again, the blush creeps up my neck to my cheeks, but Sir only leans back in and kisses me sweetly on each cheekbone. "That. Is fuckin' hot." He breathes, and then takes my mouth again.
Master growls against my neck, then licks my ear roughly, before gently biting down on the soft, fleshy lobe, and I automatically tilt my head back and to the side for him, opening my mouth further for Sir. Master now has his hands full with my naked ass cheeks, and is licking and nipping at my neck, while grinding himself against me…and the plug.
Oh good goddess, I honestly don't know how much more of this I can take. Master drops to his knees behind me, licking, biting, grabbing my ass, while Sir continues his assault on my tongue. He lets go of my hands, and instantly his fingers are up under my skirt. "Fuck. You're so fucking wet Kitty," he whispers into my mouth. Well, duh.
The elevator chooses this exact moment to ding, but it's not our floor. The old couple standing outside are just about to step in, when they freeze mid-step. We freeze mid-whatever, and we all stare at each other until the doors close again. Shit, I hope we didn't just give them a heart attack! I can't help myself, I burst out laughing, and my two sexy men start laughing too. The elevator dings again, but this actually is our floor, and I'm kinda disappointed if I'm honest.
All of a sudden, Sir lifts me in his glorious arms, and follows Master out of the elevator. He nuzzles my nose as he walks, and I'm just glad I don't have to try to stand in my heels. I have a feeling if I took them off, I'd be told to put them the fuck back on.
Master stops and opens the door…to the most magnificent suite I've ever seen in my life. We walk into a gigantic room, with a massive kitchen, huge couches, a fucking bar, and a balcony overlooking the lights of the city. It's beautiful. And I take it all in because I know I'm not going to get to appreciate it for very long. Sir puts me down on one of the couches, and then crawls on top of me, before he is roughly manhandled by my Master and dragged back to his feet.
"Compose yourself. We discussed this. We're not animals. She is not a piece of meat." Master snarls in his face.
"Sorry Sir. Of course. Sorry Kitty," he says, turning to me, "I got lost there for a moment. Just…god you're even sexier than I imagined, you're driving me wild." I don't know what to say to that. I look to Master, and his expression softens.
"Let's get some fresh air and enjoy the view for a moment," Master holds his hand out for me and helps me stand from the couch. Sir comes over and chastely kisses my cheek, and then moves to open the balcony doors for us.
We must be on at least the 6th floor, the air up this high is fresh and sweet, and it definitely helps to calm us all as we stand with our hands on the rails and look out over the picturesque view of the city spread out below us. It has the added effect of separating us from the rest of the world, I feel like we're the last people on earth, and I can honestly say that I would hands down pick my current company over anyone else if that was the case.
I turn to look at Sir, who has a slight frown on his face. I can tell he's frustrated - either with himself, or just plain old sexually frustrated - so I reach out and take his hand, and give him my brightest encouraging smile. I can see the relief melt that frown from his features, and while his serious, brooding face was certainly very appealing, the gorgeous smile that lights his beautiful blue eyes suits him much better. "Thanks Kitty," he winks and squeezes my fingers.
Master clears his throat on my other side, "Everyone feel a bit better? I have some other surprises inside for you Baby, if you're ready?" I eagerly nod, I love his surprises, and follow him obediently inside, still holding Sir's hand so that he follows behind me. Master leads us back into the living area, and stops me with his hands on my shoulders. "You, wait right here," he smiles and turns to Sir, "You, sit down there," he says, pointing to the couch.
The butterflies are back, the show is about to start, this is really happening. Master places his hands on my shoulders again, but behind me this time, "Close your eyes Baby," I immediately do so. Moments later, I feel soft material gently slide around my neck and back over my shoulder, and then settle over my eyes. I know Master has taken off his tie, and I bite my lip imagining the soft blue satin tied around my face, the top buttons of his shirt undone, the hollow at his throat…a tongue runs from my shoulder, slowly up the side of my neck, while a rough hand makes its way over my chest and up to my throat, stopping to hold me steady under my chin.
Other hands begin to undo the buttons of my shirt, untuck it from my skirt, and then slide it off my shoulders. The hand at my neck releases me, and then I feel my bra unsnap at my back. This, too, slides down and off my arms, to fall to the floor. I hear a sharp hiss of breath and a small groan, and I can only assume this is from Sir - I know Master appreciates my breasts, but he is always stoic and in control. I almost do a little wiggle and jiggle, but the last time I did that, my poor nipples ended up in clamps and tortured with ice cubes, so I decide I'll leave that for now.
Four hands grasp at my hips, working together to push my skirt off onto the floor, and I take a deep breath now I am fully exposed, although I still have the garter, stockings and heels on. I can't see anything, but I've got a pretty good imagination, which right now is focused on the two very naked erections pressing against my own naked skin. Skin to skin. Fuck yes, finally.
I'm silently led forward by hands at my elbows, and then directed to kneel by more hands applying gentle but insistent pressure to my shoulders. Instinctually, I know that I'm in front of the couch, kneeling on some very convenient pillows, there are two delicious semi-naked men sitting in front of me, and this Naughty Little Kitty is already starting to purr…
