He came up behind me and engulfed me in his arms. It was more than a hug or display of affection. He was telling everyone in the room to back off. I was his.
And I was. My short skirt and low-cut shirt may have aided the flirting I was doing with the other boys in the room, but there was never a moment when I wasn’t his. That’s all they were anyway – boys. But he…he was a man, and I belonged to that man.
I felt him pinch at my nipples as his arms crossed my chest. Not enough that others would take notice, though I’m sure that some of the boys staring at my chest from across the bar did. Pressed against me, I could feel his cock straining against his jeans. It’s a powerful feeling, a man wanting you. But it’s also humbling, knowing how much he wants you and how he’s waiting. He wants me on his terms. It takes all the power away instantly, that power that I have over other men…and I love that.
He kissed my neck, licking right behind my ear. I hear his deep breaths, but he didn’t say anything or even make a motion to move. No, he wanted the boys to watch a while longer, to wish they could be him. Ego trip? Maybe. Incredibly hot? Definitely.
They wanted to be him, and they didn’t even know that he would later cum down my throat as my hands were tied behind my back. They didn’t know that he’d hold a vibrator against my clit, but deny me that orgasm until I just couldn’t hold it back…and then force another as punishment for disobeying. Sucking my clit hard, he’d force a third, my body weak and wet, my legs quivering and my makeup running from the tears sliding down my face.
They wanted to be him, and they didn’t even know that afterward, I’d be melting into his arms, kissing his lips, whispering my complete devotion to him. They didn’t know that I’d change the sheets and make him a sandwich and pick up his dirty clothes while he showered…or that I’d be waiting, naked, on my knees, my eyes on the ground, when he walked out of the bathroom. Just like he liked me. For him to claim any time it stuck his fancy.
All they knew is that this red head at the bar would be going home with him tonight, and of that they were jealous. If they only knew what they were really missing.
He paid for a round at the bar, and we left, his hand on the small of my back as we walked out.
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This little red head thinks that was very good. I always love when other men watch as the Cap’n openly touches me, making it a point for them to see it. Tee-hee. Wicked!