She took a step forward, the heels of her boots clicking authoritatively on the floor. She put one black-gloved hand in the middle of his naked chest and pushed him back against the wall. It was cold against his skin and he shivered. His eyes darted to her other hand, which held something small and lacy.
“Kneel,” she said, her tone revealing that she expected complete, unresisting obedience.
He knelt as quickly as he could, eager to please. He kept his eyes on her face, trying to read her expression. He didn’t know quite what she wanted, but he knew he would do anything to give it to her.
She bent forward and cupped his chin in her hand, squeezing almost painfully. She tilted his head far back and then pressed her lips to his. She kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue past his lips. When she pulled back, he was breathless. She ran her thumb over his mouth, admiring the way her red lipstick had left traces there.
“You look very… pretty,” she said.
Her words made him shiver even more than the cold of the wall. She moved away from him and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving him kneeling alone on the floor.
“I have a present for you,” she said. “Come and get it.”
He started to stand, but she made an impatient and irritated sound. “Stay on your knees. Crawl.”
He obeyed, crossing the space between them on his hands and knees. His nakedness felt somehow amplified in this submissive position and he was ashamed to feel his cock start to grow hard. When he stopped before her, she looked down at his cock disdainfully.
“That isn’t very ladylike at all. Here, this will help.” She held out her hand to him, revealing that she’d been holding a tiny pair of lace panties. “Put these on and cover that up.”
He took the underwear from her, his hand trembling and stood. His cheeks burned as he slid the panties up his legs, the lace still warm from her hand and deliciously soft. He tucked his cock under the lace and then looked at her expectantly. She gave him a small smile.
“Very pretty. You look good in lace. Now that that’s out of the way, you should put these on, too.” She reached behind her and pulled a pair of delicate heels out from under the bedcovers. “I think they will suit you.”
He felt nervous and exposed as he took them from her and bent to slip them onto his feet. The heels were very high, forcing him to balance almost entirely on his toes. He could feel the way the shoes made him arch his back.
“One more present,” she said, her voice wicked. She reached between her legs and lifted the hem of her skirt.
His eyes widened as he saw the leather straps holding a smooth, shining black cock in place.
“Back on your knees, pretty girl. I need my cock sucked.”