Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Submissive Slut (EP3)

Jasmine

As soon as I heard his voice, I knew who it was without turning around. My knees weakened and I instantly had butterflies in my stomach, just like I had back in grade twelve when he asked me out after a basketball game. I nervously turned around. "Hi, Mike."

He looked better than I could have imagined. He had bulked up a fair amount and his dazzling smile still had me hypnotized.

Mike

Funny how time has a way of changing your memories. I forgot all her annoying habits and her excessive anxiety issues and remembered fondly, almost longingly, the good times.

We chatted briefly about why we were both here and I suggested we meet the next day for supper.

Jasmine

As soon as he suggested we meet for supper, tomorrow, Valentine's Day, my emotions went ballistic. I was excited and scared, but attempted to show neither as I agreed, "That would be great."

His smile never flickered. "Excellent. There is an amazing restaurant across the street. I'll meet you in the lobby at 5:30 tomorrow."

"Ok," I replied, attempting to hide my giddiness.

He started toward the elevator before he stopped and added, in a rather authoritative tone, "The place is pretty nice, pumpkin, so dress up."

He turned around and disappeared in the elevator. I received my room key and headed to the elevator, my head spinning while I tried to read into Mike's intentions.

Mike

Jasmine, she is trying to figure out my intentions. I am not even completely sure I know my intentions. Do I want her back? I don't think so, but maybe. Do I want to fuck her tomorrow? Hell, yeah. But mostly I want to test my theory of her submissiveness. Telling her what to wear was step one. She knows I like pantyhose and stockings. I always expected her to be wearing thigh high stockings when we were in public, just as a tease or for easy access to her private area if I was so inclined. I wanted her in a dress, stockings and open-toe shoes. I loved to see her toes in stockings, when she was I know she was ready and willing to play. Now I will have to go deeper though to see if she is as submissive as I think she is. I jumped in the

he hoping for something more? And if he wanted something more, was he looking for a one-nighter or to rekindle our past relationship? His tone showed a hint of aggression, like he had on rare occasions when we were together, so I assumed he was thinking of

I wanted to fuck him badly, but

to sleep, like I often did. My fantasy was of Mike forcefully taking advantage of me. It was a fantasy I had played in my head for years, but

with the potential of a great night. I spun a variety of posssible scenarios in my head, all, of course, ended with her and me in bed. One thing certain was that when Jasmine got drunk she got ridiculously horny and way more adventurous. The plan was simple: a great meal, a shitload of wine, a play and a lengthy fuck session back at the hotel. If I was right,

bring an outfit that would work for the classy supper or the outfit that told Mike I was willing and able. I spent over an hour choosing the right ensemble. The perfect ensemble was a silver dress long enough to be formal, but with a provocative slit for temptation,

Mike

triumphant smile crossed my face when I reached the lobby and saw Jasmine. Dressed in a sexy dress, dark stockings and open toe heels, she was obviously dressed for me. My confidence blossomed as every assumption I had made was right so far. My cock rose in my

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I saw him in a tie, I got a chill up my back. He knows that I have a weakness for guys dressed up all preppy.

"You look beautiful,

the compliment and returned one back.

we have all the opening bullshit out of the way, let's go catch

mine like we had so many times

saw me her tone and facial expression changed from flirtatious and sweet to possessive and resentful. I liked the look. It meant I was a threat to her. I smiled my fake

I was pleasantly surprised when he pulled the chair out for me, something

Mike

appetizers. We spent the next twenty minutes drinking, eating and catching up, ignoring the underlying sexual tension that was clearly resonating between us. Her father was doing well after surgery on his knee, her three sisters were all doing things I instantly forgot and she was now the head of her English Department. I was just

leg. Jasmine

found its way under his pant leg. I wondered what he was thinking and decided to find out. I

do you?" I teased, my foot slowly caressing his leg, "and