EroticReverie

Katherine

"Take your dress off darling." Mischa commands with a smirk as she walks over to the bed. I turn my head over my shoulder looking to the glass window that parts us from where Duke, Max and Danny all stand. 

"They can't see you, not yet." She says as I look at the three of them, my eyes directly on Duke, he's staring at the glass, his lips tight, my eyes flicking down do the bulge in his pants as he waits for the glass to become two way. 

"Clothes off darling." Mischa says again and I look back at her and she gives me a soft smile. 

"Unless you've changed your mind." she says. I shake my head. 

"I haven't." I say quietly and then begin to undress. Mischa's lips curve upward.

"Good, I can't wait to taste you darling." she says and my toes curly as I slip my dress down and her eyes follow the fabric as it slides off me and pools around my shoes.

"Everything off darling. I want you bare and pure." she says and I swallow, slipping off my shoes, removing everything as I stand there naked in front of her, in front of the bed and she smiles, and then strokes ehr hand over the bed. 

"Come here darling." she says and my toes curl against the floor. Her eyes, her voice, everything about her is seductive, and I enjoy the way she calls me darling, and she knows it. 

I walk over to the bed and she pats the soft velvet sheets. Velvet was an odd choice for sheet fabric, but I understood it, the second my hands touched them, and my knees slid across the large square bed towards her. 

"Tell me your safe word." she says, taking her hands, placing them on my hips, both of us kneeling on the bed, her in her pant suit,and me entirely naked. 

"Mercy." I whisper and she smiles. 

"I'm half tempted to not even activate the glass....tempted to keep you all to myself." she says as her hands slip up to my waist and light knuckles drag over my torso, up over my breasts, and my body trembles at the light graze of them over my nipples, her hands turning, fingers dancing over my skin as she trickles her fingertips back down over my breasts, skimming my nipples and I whimper. 

"Mmmmm, your beautiful nipples, make my own, just as hard as yours are now." she says, and gently grabs each one, pinching and I let out a pathetic little cry. I was dripping, dripping for her touch, dripping for the fact that three men were about to watch her play with me. 

"Would you like to see how hard my nipples are just from looking at you, and touching your beautiful body and pretty tits?" she asks with a small grin. I nod.

"tonight, you will address me as Miss, or Miss Mischa, do you understand darling?" she asks, with a soft tilt of her head, pinching my nipples harder and I hiss. 

"yes, yes Miss" I breathe and she hums, releasing my nipples and then reaches to her suit pant jacket and undoes the single button, and pulls it open. My eyes falling to her exposed breasts, and I swallow, taking in every inch of her skin. Where Duke was hard and firm, she was soft. Her breasts hang, bigger than my own and she smiles when my eyes come back to hers.

"You're beautiful." I say to her and she smiles more and then reaches out and slips a hand behind my neck gently as she moves her knees closer, touching mine, the other hand slipping behind my back and she moans as I gasp , our breasts pressing together, as she sinks her fingers into my hair. 

"there aren't words for what I see when I look at you darling" she whispers, then pulls on my hair, my head falling back and her lips kiss my throat and she hums as I whimper, her body moving slightly against mine. 

"prettiest little thing I've ever seen" she whispers and then licks along my throat and I moan, her one hand sliding down my back and then sweeping around the front as my breath catches and she slides her hand over my pussy, her finger slipping between my lips and up inside of me. 

"oh darling" she moans in my ear. "you poor, beautiful, wet little thing" she hums and drags her finger out and slips it back in carefully.

"Would you like me to tie you to the bed?" she purrs in my ear. 

"I...I don't know Miss" I answer shakily, my heart going a million miles a minutes. 

"I'd like to tie you up, on your back....your hands would be here..." she says pointing to the cuffs already attatched to the bed. "and yours legs.....I will tie your thighs and knees with rope....they'd be up in the air....and the rope would attach here." she says pointing to the silver rings that line the top of the head board, there's several there, lining the bed, to allowfor things like this I suppose. 

"Would you like me to tie you up like that, would you trust me to tie you up and let me pleasure you while you're helpless to stop it?" she whispers and my pussy aches, my nipples brush her chest. 

"Yes Miss" I breathe and she smiles softly, and then grabs my face gently with both hands. 

"Lay down darling" she says, and brushes her lips barely over mine, my mouth goes to follow hers, to chase it down for a kiss, and she smirks, intentionally teasing me and then nods to the bed. 

"Lay right there" she says, pointing to the wedge that's that propped against the headboard. It props me up slightly at an angle, so I can see more than just the ceiling, but I can see the glass, I can see the three men waiting.  I watch Duke impatiently knock on the glass with knuckle as if to tell Mischa to hurry up. 

She gives a soft laughs. 

"so impatient, that man" she says, shaking her head.

"Stay right where you are darling." she says and slips from the bed, and I watch as Mischa undresses, until she's in only a pair of black plain panties, and then watch her walk to the side of the room and she flips a switch and my eyes jumps to the glass as it flickers, making it two way. 

Three sets of eyes are on me immediately, and I watch Duke's jaw clench, and he stands right on the side of the glass, my eyes on him. 

"spread your legs for them darling." Mischa instructs and I swallow, my eyes going to her as she walks over. 

"Spread your legs." she repeats again, it's not loud, or angry, but it IS a demand. I see it in the slight lift of her brow.

I spread my legs, my eyes going back to the glass. I watch Duke, his eyes glued to pussy as I show it to him, and my eyes go to Max, a lick of his lips. Then...to Danny, whose eyes lift to mine that same second and he grins at me. I want to hate him , and a part of me does, just because he's so cocky and not at all like Duke. He enjoys making me feel small. Enjoys making me feel uncomfortable, or like he has all this power. But I'm the reason he's standing there, because I was the one who allowed it. In that moment, I feel power. Even though I'm about to be tied up and relinquish myself to Mischa, I'm the one here with the power. And I knew that before, but now I truly feel it. There's power in submission. Choosing to submit. Allowing someone else to control you. There's power in the choice you make. You can give that power to them, and take it back at any moment, considering you're with someone who respects you as they should. I trust them. I trust even the devil with the big dick, grinning at me like he's about to burst through the glass and whip me just like he did with that girl the other night while I watched him. Now, he was the one watching. I see him say something. I see Duke nod, Max does too, and it kills me to not know what they're saying. 

They watch as my hands lift, as Mischa guides them to the cuffs that are attatched to one of the silver rings , and my hands go up directly over my head, their eyes all watching as my breasts lift, and then Mischa is securing my legs.

I bite my lip, watching her hands thread rope around my legs, then slip it through , over and under the other other rope already laying against my skin. She slips her fingers under certain areas, testing it, telling me she's making sure that the rope isnt too tight, and reminding me at any time it becomes too uncomfortable, to let her know, to use my safe word. 

I've never been tied up, it's erotic, and I enjoy it more than I thought I would , but my heart skips a few beats as she starts to connect the rops on my legs, to other longer strands and then is gently lifting my leg. 

"Tell me if I am spreading you too wide." she says softly as she slowly tugs the tension of the rope, the rope extended to one of the further rings on the headboard, drawing my leg not only to the side but up high, my foot lifting from the bed, hanging in the air. 

"This is where I want you, is this alright darling?" she asks and I swallow, and nod. My eyes going to her and she smiles, securing the rope, tying it through the silver ring, creating a loops and securing it, then she does the other and the second my foot leaves the bed and I lose that feeling of being rooted to the bed, my breath leaves my lungs temporarily. It was obscene to spread like this. My naked body on display this way, legs pulled back now...spread open....my hands still lifted above my head....and it made my pussy ache. I felt helpless, and maybe a little scared...and I knew it was part of what was making me so wet. 

"Are you good little darling?" Mischa asks, gently stroking my cheek, drawing my eyes back to her, from the three men watching intently from the other side of the glass.

"Yes Miss Mischa" I nod once, my eyes on hers and I watch her lick her lips. 

"Then we'll begin darling." she says.