The Assignment - Part Ten
As the party gets into full swing, Priya leads a stranger to her playroom while Marcus watches
As I lead Andrew to the stairs which lead down to my not-so-private playroom, I decide not to tell him that he’s about to become only the second man I’ve ever had sex with. It’s not necessary. In the week since I lost my virginity to Marcus, I’ve had so much sex that I consider myself to be perfectly competent, albeit not yet particularly skilled.
He follows me silently, the only sound is the clicking of my heels on the marble floor, then the marble staircase.
I wasn’t sure how tonight would go, so I prepared my room just in case. The lights are off in the wall cabinets, so Andrew won’t see my new collection of sex toys and restraints, and my so far unused sex swing is tied back out of sight. I want to practice in it with someone I know before I’m screwed in it by someone I don’t.
Since the bed sheets are currently black satin, I switched the lights to a deep purple, leaving the soft white ones on over the bed, which bathe it in light as the focal point of the room. Christina checked the feed in Marcus’s office earlier. His cameras can capture every detail of what happens on and around that bed with the lighting set like this.
As we enter, I take Andrew’s hand and lead him over to the bed, then turn to face him as we stand at the foot of it. He slides his hands to my hips, and I gently rest mine on his shoulders as I smile and tilt my head a little.
‘You said you were quite taken with the new lady of the house?’ he nods, and I glance at the massive bed. ‘Well, the new lady of the house wants to be quite taken by you.’
‘Any rules?’ he asks softly, pulling me closer and kissing my neck.
‘None,’ I sigh, feeling his lips on my skin and reaching up to remove his shirt. I smile to myself as he explores my neck, and I open each button of his shirt fairly quickly. I want Marcus to see this man take me just as much as I’m finding myself wanting him to.
Once his shirt is open, he reaches to peel up my dress. I help. Not because I don’t think he’s perfectly capable, but because I love the dress, and it’s so tight and delicate that it needs care. When I gently cast it aside, he looks into my eyes, then his eyes descend over my naked body as I put my hands on my hips and pose for him.
‘Want me to remove the heels and fishnets? Or are you happy to fuck me like this?’ I tease. Andrew is clearly not used to women being this direct. He pauses for a second while he considers his answer. ‘Keep them on.’