0 comments/ 19111 views/ 0 favorites Unleashing the Tiger Ch. 01 By: zdnHEAT "A mask will fall from the ceiling, it should fit securely over your mouth and inhale deeply. Please attach your own mask before helping others..." I wonder what he's doing right now. She thought, ignoring the safety instructions from the stewardess and staring out the small oval plane window, watching the clouds passing by. She tried to picture him in her mind. He's standing in the baggage claim, probably leaning on something trying to act like "Mr. Cool". She chuckled to herself, the man sitting next to her, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "Would you like a snack or a drink, ma'am?" The stewardess asked, handing the man next to her his small bag of peanuts and a bottle of water. Snapping out of her daydream, she politely refused and then quickly changed her mind, ordering a diet coke. She sipped on it slowly, returning to her daydream about the man that she was flying to see. They had met before. He had flown to Nebraska to see her during the summer. Since then, they've had to feed their desire for each other by settling for phone calls, instant messages, and emails. It was the beginning of October. It had been almost 4 months since she had been able to touch him, kiss him, and taste him. Her eyes closed, laying her head back on the plane seat, her thoughts shifting to the first night they shared together... She had picked him up from the airport. His flight was late in the evening. She remembered how nervous she was waiting for him and it comforted her to see him run his fingers back through his hair as soon as he saw her. It was a nervous trait he had and she loved it. She was glad he had been just as nervous as she was about their first meeting. He had wrapped his arms around her as soon as he got close enough and gave her a small soft kiss on the lips. Our first kiss... They drove to the Comfort Inn right off the expressway, where he would be staying. He hadn't brought much, just a backpack and one small rolling suitcase that they dropped off quickly and went straight to dinner. She had decided to take him to Mama Rosey's, an Italian restaurant she was sure he would like. He had ordered the Chicken Parmesan and a bottle of Montevina, her favorite wine, even though she had told him it wasn't necessary. He had insisted. Dinner was lovely and she could tell he was worn out from work that day and the flight. They returned to the hotel, where her intentions were to let him rest, but he, apparently, had other plans. He sat down on the foot of the bed, reaching to take her hand in his, kissing the back, and pulling her down to sit beside him. They talked for hours, and every time a new subject would come up, she wished he would just kiss her. Finally, there was a silence between them and there he sat, smiling at her with the soft glow from the lamp washing over his face. She lost herself in his eyes for a moment and couldn't help but touch his cheek, resting her palm against his skin. He leaned into her touch, turning his head to nuzzle her palm with his nose and kiss it lightly. He reached up, taking her hand again and bringing it down into his lap. She could feel the tears of sheer happiness creeping into her eyes and there was little she could do about it. He tilted his head, telling her that everything was ok and that he was feeling the same way she was. God, he's so incredible... He wiped her tears and kissed her softly, cracking another joke to make her smile. He told her how in love with her he was and how she was everything he had ever wanted. She blushed profusely, still not understanding how he could have the same feelings for her that she felt so strongly for him. She didn't think she was anything special, but he thought otherwise. He saw something in her that she couldn't. He saw her beauty, both inside and outside. He had told her hundreds of times how beautiful she is, but she always laughed and blew him off. But now, seeing him, seeing the true love in his eyes for her, she felt so beautiful. He slid back to the head of the bed and she took it as her cue to leave. He stopped her, sitting up immediately, and asking her to lay down with him. She tried to convince him that he was tired, but he was just as stubborn as she was, if not more. He insisted that he was fine and she gave up the fight, letting him win, and climbed onto the bed next to him. He put his arms around her shoulders and held her, just like they had talked about so many times. She was finally in his arms. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, snuggling into his chest, trying to be as close to him as she possibly could. He asked her to stay with him that night and she could do nothing but nod her head slowly against his chest. This was exactly how she had pictured their first night. Being in his arms. Feeling his love for her. God I need to be in his arms again... "We should be landing in Atlanta in approximately 10 minutes. Any passengers catching another flight to New Orleans, the gate has changed to D24 and is delayed by 20 minutes." The captain sounded over the intercom, waking her from her dream. 10 minutes...Just 10 minutes and I'll be in his arms again... She looked out the window again, searching for the Equitable building and the Westin he had told her she could see from the plane. She spotted the Westin first. The tall cylindrical, glass building standing taller than the others. Her eyes quickly scanned the other buildings. He had told her that the Equitable building was relatively close to the Westin and she found it quickly. It was exactly how had described it, brown with white letters saying "Equitable." She looked to the smaller flat buildings next door and across the street from the building. So that's where he went to college. She thought, smiling to herself. The plane landed and she waited for the rush of passengers to subside before she tried to get her luggage from the overhead compartment. She walked into the terminal, turning left and following the large crowd from her plane toward the trains. She rode the escalator down into the large open space of the baggage claim. Her eyes quickly searched the crowds of people waiting on their loved ones, looking for him. Where is he? She thought, her thoughts fearing the worst. Fearing that something had gone wrong. She walked towards the gates leading into the baggage claim, still searching. She rounded the corner, taking a chance and turning right into the hallway. Oh God... There he was. Sitting on the floor messing with his phone with his back against the gates of the baggage claim. She stopped for a moment, looking at how cute he looked sitting on the floor with his knees drawn up. He looked up slowly, his eyes meeting hers and a huge smile rushing over his face. He quickly got to his feet and walked through the crowd of people to get to her, taking her bag from her hand and kissing her, passion fueling his lips. The bag dropped from his hands to the floor and his arms wound around her, pulling her close. Her arms followed suit, wrapping around him, pulling her body so close to him she was afraid she was going to hurt him... Unleashing the Tiger Ch. 02 "God, I missed you so much, Sandra." I said, my arms still around her, feeling her tears through my shirt on my shoulder. I stroked her hair, trying so hard to comfort her and will her to know that I was fighting back the same tears of my own. She nodded against my shoulder, "I know, Zack. Oh my God I missed you, too. I needed to be in your arms so much. Oh God, I needed to touch you again." I squeezed her a little tighter and released her from my embrace, picking up her bag that had slipped out of my hand. I reached out for her hand and held it as we walked towards the parking lot. I placed her bag safely in the trunk once we got to the car and opened her door for her, holding out my hand to help her down into the car. I turned the radio down and we talked about her flight while I drove up the interstate towards the city. It was a relatively short drive, only about 25 minutes. I took the Lenox exit and we arrived at my apartment within a few minutes. We walked in and I noticed her take a preliminary scan of my apartment, smiling at the unfinished painting of the beach scenery hanging above the couch. She knew the story behind it. My mother was working on it before she had died and it was never finished. I left her in the living room for a moment while I put her bag in my bedroom. I came back to find her sitting on the couch, holding a picture of my friend's family and me. She ran her index finger lightly over my image in the picture and quickly put it down as soon as she saw me in the hallway. "I was just..." she started and I sat down next to her, placing my hand on her leg. I smiled warmly. "It's quite all right, my Love. That's actually one of my favorite pictures." I said, picking it up off the coffee table, holding it in my lap, and gazing at the picture. "I owe my life to Christin and her family..." "Your family, Zack. They took you in as one of their own after...you're a part of their family, Sweetie" She said, placing her arms around my right arm, snuggling into my shoulder, and looking at the picture with me. I shook my wandering thoughts from my head and turned to face her. "So, I've got some things planned for this afternoon, San. Come with me, will you?" I asked, pulling her up and taking her to my bedroom. I pointed to a small overnight bag on the bed. "You'll need to pack a change of clothes for tomorrow. We're not staying here tonight." I told her, grinning from ear to ear. She looked confused. "Where are we going?" I just continued to smile, not wanting to spoil any surprises and nudging her to the bag. "Just trust me, Love." She opened her bag slowly, pulling some clothes out of the bag, laying them on the bed, and stepping back to inspect them. "What should I bring? Something nice, comfortable, extremely dressy?" "Bring something comfy that you could walk around in all day. But as for tonight..." I walked to the closet, grabbing the white box from the top shelf, wrapped in a red bow. "Will you wear this for me tonight, Love?" I handed the box to her and watched as she sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly pulling at the red ribbons. "What is it?" She asked, trying to act nonchalant as she lifted the lid of the box, pulling out a long black dress. She held it up, standing immediately to press it against her body. "Zack, it's beautiful. But you shouldn...." I quickly interrupted her sentence by placing two fingers over her lips. I let them gently slide down off her lips, bringing her bottom lip down slightly with my middle finger. "Don't say anything. Just go try it on, ok?" She nodded, walking across the hall to the bathroom to put on the velvety dress. I picked up the box that once contained the dress, placed it on the dresser, and returned to the bed, folding my arms over my chest and rubbing my chin with my fingers as I tried to decide which of the outfits she should bring. I picked up a pair of jean shorts and a soft yellow tank top and placed them on the overnight bag. "How's this?" I heard her say behind me and I immediately turned around, spinning on my heels. My mouth dropped open at the sight of her. She held her hands out and did a small spin, the bottom of the dress swirling behind her and falling back into place when she stopped. The dress looked beautiful on her. It hung down just below her knees, with a slit coming up on the right side to about halfway up her thigh. The dress only had one strap, which held everything together behind her neck. My eyes moved from her toes to her head, back down, and then back up again, meeting her eyes. She blushed and I walked over to place my hand on the side of her face. "You're so beautiful, Sandra. So...so beautiful..." She chuckled lightly, removing my hand and going to the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door, turning from side to side, admiring the dress. "It does look nice, doesn't it?" I appeared in the reflection behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and placing my chin on her shoulder. "It's not the dress, San. It's definitely you." She laughed again, placing one of her hands lightly on mine locked at her waist, brushing them with her fingertips, the other hand reaching back to gently stroke my cheek. "You're such a silly boy, Zack. But I love you anyway." She said, smiling. "Thank you so much for the gift. But if we needed to dress up for something, I have dresses at home I could have worn." I shook my head, turning to softly kiss her neck. "I wanted to give this to you. I bought it months ago when I was out at the mall. I saw it and instantly thought of you. I just thought you should have it." She smiled and turned around in my arms, sliding her hands under my arms, holding me by the back of my shoulders, and placing her head on my shoulder. "I missed you so much, Zack. I don't know how much longer I can take of not being able to touch you whenever I need to. The Internet is nice, but it's not enough when I've actually been able to touch you for real." I nodded, resting my chin on the top of her head. "I know, San. God knows I know. I think about you every second of every day. I think about your touch, about your kiss, about...well about everything." She released me from her embrace, brushing the hair back from her face, and looking up into my eyes. "Everything meaning what, Zack?" She asked, a smirk creeping over her face. I raised an eyebrow, knowing very well that she knew what I meant. "I always think about the first time we made love with each other for real. My skin against yours. Feeling the heat between us, being able to feel how wet you were, you being able to feel how hard I was for you. It was amazing, Sandra. The best night of my life." She smiled again, kissing me softly on the lips pressing herself closer into me, stretching her arms behind me so her hands could reach the back of my head. She stroked my neck softly, every now and again, running her hands up through my hair. "I know what you mean. That's what I'm talking about, Zack. I need you. I need to be able to lay in bed and feel your body next to me, your arms around me, your...your cock pressing against me. Just like before, when you came to visit me in Nebraska. I need that now, Zack. God, I just need you so bad." I closed my eyes, pulling her tighter against me, wanting her to know that I needed her just as badly as she needed me. I pulled away from our embrace after a moment and kissed her softly on her trembling lips. "We're going to be late, Honey. Come on, pack your things, ok?" I said, turning to walk towards the bed to show her which outfit I had picked out for her, but I was held back. She pulled on my arm, restricting me from going any further away from her, and trying to pull me back to her. "No Zack, please. Let's just stay here. Please make love with me now. I need to feel you..." I stood there for a moment, inhaling deeply; trying to calm down my erection that had started to rise upon hearing her pleading for me. "Sandra..." I said, turning slowly to face her. "Tonight will be a night you will never forget..." I took a few steps forward, forcing her to back into the wall next to the closet. I placed my hands on the wall next to her, pinning her between my arms. "It will be everything you've ever told me you wanted." Her breaths were shallow. The look in my eyes and my movements catching her completely off guard. "Zackary, I..." "No, my Love. Not Zackary tonight." I said, knowing she was trying to take control of the situation by using the name she called me in the domination game we played with each other online. "Tonight, Sandra, my Dear...The tiger wants to play..." Unleashing the Tiger Ch. 03 She sat in the car next to me, quietly staring out the window and for a moment, I became nervous that perhaps I had come on too strong for her. I worried that I had scared her with the intense look in my eyes and pinning her against the wall. It was hardly my intent to scare her. I only wanted to please her. She had told me that the best way to describe her sexual fantasy was "bondage of the mind." She said that I was the closest anyone had come to fulfilling her fantasy, but I didn't want to just "come close"...I wanted to be her fantasy in every sense of the word. I knew that if I could come that close merely online, I could definitely achieve my goal in reality when I actually had the ability to touch her and let her touch me. We had talked about it plenty of times online and on the phone. We had a game, or at least we called it a game. We would take turns "owning" each other online in our cyber encounters. I wasn't so sure, however, that she really understood how much I really wanted her to own me in reality. Not as a 24-hour thing, but in the sexual moments where appropriate, much like online, just for real. But tonight would be different, or at least I had hoped it would be. I wanted to own her. I found myself thinking about it and wanting to own her more and more. I thought she would love to play along. Perhaps I was too forward. Maybe I should have asked first if it was ok; if she really wanted to go through with it. Dammit, Zack. You should have asked first. She must have sensed my growing tension and she moved her hand across the car to rest it on my knee, drumming her fingers lightly. "Do you promise, Zack?" She asked softly, almost inaudible. "Promise what, my Love?" I asked, placing my hand on top of hers. "Do you promise me, that the tiger in you wants to play tonight and you're not just saying it in hopes I'll just get so turned on and want to own you instead?" I shook my head, taking the Williams Street exit off the interstate and turning right onto Cone Street. "It's not about you owning me tonight, San. The more and more I got to own you online, the more and more I wanted to do it in reality. I want to do it for you, of course, to make your fantasy come true, but I also have that ulterior motive, for my own pleasure." I glanced over at her out of the corner of my eye, seeing a smile spread across her face as she moved her fingers on my knee. Maybe I hadn't made a mistake... I pulled the car to a stop on the 5th floor of the parking deck, beyond the overhang of the floor above us, and parked in the 2nd spot on the right side. I had parked here every day for 5 years when I went to college and every time I came downtown for any reason. It was my spot and was usually open. I lived within the perimeter of Atlanta and had spent a good 7 years learning the streets. I knew where the safe places were and I knew, from experience, the places to avoid. I ran around to the other side of the car, holding her door open and extending my hand to help her from the car. We rode the elevator quietly together and I adjusted my tie, smoothed down my shirt with my palms, and ran my fingers through my hair. Sandra looked at me and smiled, weaving her fingers through mine and pulling me against her. "Nervous?" She asked, giggling softly. I looked at her and grinned, giving her a soft kiss before I spoke. "Only nervous for things to go according to plan, my Dear." We turned right out of the parking deck and I started giving her a small tour of the buildings around us as we walked up to the main street. "That little hole in the wall is K-Take Out. They've got the best chicken wings, besides J.R. Crickets over on North Avenue, that I've ever had." I said, bringing her hand up to my lips and kissing the back of her hand. "Best thing is, it's right across the street from the GSU School of Music, where, ya know, I spent a good while getting a degree." She smiled at the information, but I knew she had to be bored to death. Great date so far, Zack. You're wooing her with your extensive knowledge of chicken wings... I suddenly felt like quite a dork and I could feel myself blush from head to toe. We finally reached Forsyth Street and I pointed to the right at the white horse drawn carriage waiting in front of the Rialto Building. "Ah, your carriage awaits, my Love." Her mouth dropped open as her eyes beheld the carriage decorated in a string of her favorite flowers that wound across the entire perimeter of the carriage. "What..." She started, walking over to lightly touch one of the daisies. She turned to face me, a look of pure astonishment telling me exactly how she was feeling. "I've never...I've only seen this done in romance movies." I walked up to the driver, taking the bouquet of white roses from him and placing them into her arms, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. "Welcome to your own romance movie, Sandra." I said, offering my hand to help her into the carriage. She smiled, taking my hand and settling into the left side of the carriage. Finally, our night had begun... Unleashing the Tiger Ch. 04 Her eyes were wide, trying to take in all the sites of the city at once. The driver of the carriage spouted off fact after historical fact about each location that we passed. The Georgia Dome, CNN Center, Centennial Olympic Park, World of Coca-Cola. I had been to all these places before, and I had no real interest in any facts about them. I was only interested in one thing tonight: owning her. "Sherman and his army passed down this very street." The driver said with a thick southern accent as we turned down Alabama street to get to MLK Drive. "All these buildings, they survived the fire and Sherman led his army to the capitol building right over here." We turned down another street, then onto MLK drive and finally Memorial drive, putting us right in front of the capitol building. The soft reds and oranges of the sun setting behind the building, glistened on the gold dome of the building. I leaned over to her, placing my hand on her leg and kissing her softly on her cheek. "Are you having fun, my Love?" She turned to look at me, a grin encompassing her entire face and nodded quickly. "This is so wonderful, Zack. Thank you so much." She scooted across the carriage, leaning against me, and placing her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. "I'm glad you're having a good time. I wanted to do something special for you, ya know, that you'd remember for a long time and I figured what's more special than a carriage ride through the city?" Her hand went to my knee and then moved up my thigh. She turned her head to kiss me just below my chin. "Zack, just being able to finally be here with you is special, Sweetie." I smiled again, squeezing her gently in a tight embrace and kissed her forehead before she placed her head back on my shoulder. "I love you, Sandra." "I love you too, Zack. I love you so much that sometimes it hurts. But it's a good kind of hurt, you know what I mean?" I nodded, releasing her from my embrace, my fingers moving up to gently run through her hair. The carriage turned again, coming back up Courtland Street to Edgewood drive. The clip clopping of the horse's hooves on the pavement was somewhat hypnotizing and I could feel my body begin to relax. I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of Sandra's hair and the flowers and realized that I was possibly the happiest man on earth. "Here we are, sir. The City Grill. Finest restaurant in the city." The driver said, pulling on the reins and bringing the horse to a smooth stop in front of the tall glass doors of the building. I hopped out of the carriage and turned around to grab Sandra by the waist, lifting her out of the carriage, and placing her gently on her feet. She kissed me softly, running her fingers through my hair on the back of my head. "Mmmm. I love it when you do that, San." She smiled, looking into my eyes and pressing her thigh in between my legs. "I know you do, Honey. I know exactly what you like..." Her leg moved up, pressing and sliding against my cock. My eyes closed briefly as I tried, with great difficulty, not to let her movements arouse me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me and placed my chin on her shoulder. "God I love you so much." I said, opening my eyes and glancing up at the driver that was staring at us with a smile on his face. I parted from our embrace, blushing, and took her hand in mind, leading her to the doors. I opened the doors for her, bowing and motioning for her to enter. "After you, my Love." "What about the flowers?" She asked, turning back intent on retrieving them from the carriage. "Oh it's all right, ma'am. I'll be here when you get done with dinner." The driver said, tipping his hat, climbing out of the carriage, and offering the horse a treat. She smiled, turning back around. I motioned for her to enter the building again. "Thank you, Zackary." She said, running her index finger lightly from my chin down my neck as she passed me. I straightened my posture immediately, her touch feeling like silk on my skin, and glanced back at the driver of the carriage. He gave me a "thumbs up" and I smiled, shaking my head, and followed her into the restaurant. "Ah yes, sir, very good. We have your reservations right here. If you will be so kind as to follow me please." The maitre d' said, motioning for us to follow him. Sandra put her arm through mine, placing her hand on my forearm. My hand instinctively moved to cover hers, patting it slightly and turning to smile at her as we walked through the tall white columns at the head of the stairs leading up to the restaurant. We were seated in a quiet corner of the restaurant. The table seated 2 and had a slender vase containing a single white rose in the center of the table as I had requested. On either side of the vase were 2 red candles, their flames flickering in the breeze of the air conditioning. I pulled her seat out for her, pushing it back in as she sat down. I took her napkin and placed it flat across her lap, smoothing it down with my palms and kissing her lightly on the cheek. I sat down across from her and she laid her arm across the table, motioning with her hand for me to give her mine. I complied with her request, placing my hand in hers and rubbed the top of her fingers with my thumb. She smiled at me, her eyes soft and staring into mine. "This is such a nice place, Zack." She said, taking a slow glance around the room. "It's probably too expensive, I'd imagine." I smiled, knowing she would say that. I looked down at my napkin, placing it in my lap. "Be my good girl and enjoy yourself, Sandra." I said, slowly looking up and waiting for her facial expression to change upon hearing me call her "my good girl." Her eyebrows raised, a small look of surprise washing over her face before quickly disappearing. I knew she was still intent on keeping control of not only herself, but me as well. I, however, had very different plans. I lowered my voice to a near whisper, noticing how much deeper it was than normal, and leaned closer to the table. "You want to be my good girl, don't you, Sandra?" I placed her hand down on the table, releasing it from my grip and patted it softly, raising my eyebrow and waiting for her response. She paused for a moment. Perhaps she didn't know what to say. She just smiled at me and shuffled briefly under the table, moving her foot up my leg, bringing my pants leg up with her movement. "Is that what you want tonight, Zackary? Or did you want to be my good boy?" She smirked at me, thinking she had won control of the situation. I sat back in my chair, closing my eyes as she moved her foot all the way up my leg and started moving it down my thigh towards her goal. She certainly knew exactly how to have me in the palm of her hand and she was very good at it. "That's what I thought... What a good boy, you are for me, Zackary." She said, her words spinning in my head. Her foot moved to my cock, her toes pressing and wiggling against it. I could feel the heat begin to stir in my balls as my cock started to rise. As much as I didn't want her to stop, I knew I had to if I wanted to keep the night in my control. I placed my hand beneath the table and on the top of her foot, pushing it away, feeling her slowly let it fall back down my leg. "You're not being a very good girl right now, Sandra." I said, opening my eyes and leaning forward again. "I didn't ask or tell you to do that. Now, I hope you can redeem yourself by being good the rest of the night...or you might not get what you want." I saw her eyes flash and I knew in an instant that she realized I was very serious about owning her tonight. "I want to be yours, Zack." She said, her voice very quiet, almost pleading with me. "I know you do. However, you're not doing a very good job convincing me." I said, smirking at her. "But it's not too late." She smiled, pleased that she still had a chance. "I'll prove it to you. I'll be your good girl." Dinner was wonderful. The driver had been correct in his statement that the city grill was the finest restaurant in Atlanta. We ordered the Chef's Tasting Menu and received a sample of Maple Duck Breast, Foie Gras, Veal Sweet Breads, and Pear Strawberry Cardamom Crisp. Each small meal was served with a different wine and I couldn't imagine the night being any more perfect. After the meal, we returned to the carriage and rode back to the parking deck. I thanked the driver and he wished us a good night, handing Sandra the bouquet of roses. We got back to my car and I made a quick glance that all my hubcaps were still in tact. It was a running joke between my friends and I. I put my seatbelt on and sat back in the seat for a moment with my hands in my lap. "That food was good, huh?" Sandra nodded, smiling. "It was so good. I had a good time watching you try to eat those vegetables." She said, laughing. I raised my eyebrow and started the car. "Very funny. I thought I might try them, ya know, just in case my tastes had changed. Apparently, they had not." She laughed again. "You should have seen your face when you bit into that asparagus!" "All right, all right. I think you've had enough fun at my expense." I said, pulling the car out of the parking place and driving down the deck to the cashier. She calmed herself down and stopped laughing, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes. "Oh, that was funny. So where to now, Stud?" I smiled, pulling the car out into traffic. "Neutral ground..." Unleashing the Tiger Ch. 05 "Welcome to the Westin. We hope you enjoy your stay." The valet said as I reluctantly handed him the keys to my car. "Don't worry, sir. Your car is safe with us." "Yeah, don't worry, Zack." Sandra said, putting her arm through mine and leaning against me. "They'll be real careful when they take it on a joy ride tonight." I cringed at the thought and shook it from my head. I looked down at Sandra, rolling my eyes. "Very funny. Come on, let's go. I've never stayed here. I'm actually kind of excited to see the room." I said, pulling her to follow me. We were escorted by one of the bellhops that had greeted us at the front door, and he took us past the line of visitors waiting for their turn to go to the top of the tallest building in Atlanta. We rode the elevator quietly, not wanting to embarrass ourselves by being too "touchy feely" in front of the bellhop. I was having a hard time controlling myself; my hands wanting so much to be all over Sandra's body. I closed my eyes as the elevator ascended higher and higher and my thoughts quickly turned into a fantasy about the woman standing to my right. God I wanted her so badly. I needed her. I had missed her so much and longed to be able to touch and taste her on my tongue again. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the elevator "ding" that announced the arrival at our destination. The bellhop exited the elevator first, walking across the hall and unlocking the door to our room. He pushed the door open and stood to the side, allowing us to enter the room before him. I let Sandra walk in first and her mouth fell open as she took in the details of the room. The entire room was illuminated by hundreds of candles placed carefully by the hotel staff as I had requested. I walked in behind her, placing my arms around her, squeezing her tightly, and kissing the side of her neck. The bellhop entered the room behind us and placed our overnight bag by the door. "Everything to your liking, sir?" I let her go, turning around. "It's perfect, thank you." I said, handing the young man two $20 bills and closing the door behind him. I spun on my heels back around, intending on putting my arms back around Sandra's body, but she was at the window, gazing out at the soft lights of the city. "It's breath taking, Zack." She said. Her voice cracked as she spoke and I could tell she was truly touched at all the details I had taken into consideration for the night. I had meant to please her and perhaps I had done so too well. The night seemed to mean so much to her and I almost felt bad about planning on owning her tonight. "Sandra, I would do anything for you. You know that. All of this," I said, holding my arms out, gesturing to the room. "It's nothing compared to the things I want to do for you. All I want is for you to be happy, my Love." She turned around to face me, tear lines glistening in the candlelight on her cheeks. Her hand moved to my face, her fingertips gently caressing my cheek and down my neck. "You're amazing, Zack. Not just because of everything you've done tonight, but all the time. You never cease to amaze me." Her eyes were searching mine, and I wasn't quite sure what she was looking for. I placed my hand over hers, bringing it down and holding it against my chest, wanting her to feel my heartbeat on her palm. "I'm not so sure it's me who's the amazing one, San." I said, smiling and pressing my lips against her silky soft lips. I let my lips linger over hers for a while, letting them brush against hers before she had enough of my teasing and moved forward to kiss me. Her hands moved up my shoulders, to the back of my neck, and then up the back of my head. "Make me your good girl, Zack." She whispered as our lips parted for a brief second. I paused for a moment, my lips locked with hers. I opened my eyes, pulled away from her, and walked over to the king sized bed, sitting down on the foot of the bed. "And what would you like to do to be my good girl?" "Anything..." She said, moving quickly over to the bed and kneeling on the floor in front of me. Her hands moving slowly up my thighs as she spoke. "I'll do anything you ask me to do. I'll kiss you from head to toe, I'll lick your cock until you scream, I'll fuck you until your body is so tired you collapse, I'll..." "Let me tie you down and lick your pussy until you beg me to stop and can't possibly take anymore?" I interrupted her, smirking and dead serious. Her hands moved to my cock, squeezing and massaging it through my pants. "I want to pleasure you, though. I want to feel your cock slide against my tongue. I want to..." I grabbed her hands quickly, pushing them away, forcing her to sit back on her feet. "I see. But you've forgotten one thing, my Love." A worried look crept over her face as I leaned forward intently. "Wh...What's that?" "Tonight isn't about what you want. It's about what I want..." I said roughly, standing and walking to the window. "As much as I love the way that dress looks on you...take it off. Strip and lay down on the bed." I said, staring out the window. I heard her start to move behind me and as much as I wanted to watch her remove her clothes, I refrained. I wanted her to be lying naked on the bed waiting for me when I turned around. "I'm ready, Zack." She said softly. "Good." I said, turning around, my eyes beholding her naked body all at once, nearly overwhelming me. She was so beautiful. Every inch of her was so smooth, so soft. All I could think of was running my tongue from the tip of her toe along the length of her entire body to the top of her head. I could feel my pants become tight against my cock as it strained to stand free. I smiled at her and I sensed her blush as my eyes traveled up and down her body. Starting with her toes, moving up her legs, pausing briefly to gaze at her pussy, remembering how divine she tasted on my tongue the last time I was blessed by being able to savor her. I licked my bottom lip slowly as my eyes moved up her stomach to her breasts. I paused again to appreciate the perfection of her breasts, her nipples already hardening under my gaze. My eyes traveled upwards, finally connecting with hers and I felt a surge of energy travel through me. I walked around the bed to sit down beside her on the bed, turning slightly, and running my fingers lightly over her stomach. Her body jumped at my touch. I knew she was terribly ticklish, but that wasn't going to stop me from doing whatever I wanted. "Zack, please...you know I'm..." "Ticklish. Yes, I know. What's your point?" I asked, continuing to run my fingers lightly along her smooth skin. "I...nothing. I'm sorry." She said, trying to relax her body despite my wandering fingers. I smiled, watching my fingers dance along her skin. "You've forgotten the rules already? They carry over from online into reality, you know. Don't apologize to me, just fix it and don't question me. I would hate to have to...punish you." She sat up immediately, knowing my punishments were never physical, but usually deprived her of being able to touch me. "No, I'll be good. I promise." She said, pleading for my forgiveness with her eyes. "It's all right. I can be patient, but I can also be very impatient. Depends on my mood." I said, pushing her by her shoulders back down onto the bed. "And your mood tonight, Zack?" She asked, her hands moving slowly up and down the length of my arms, fingertips caressing my skin lightly. "I'm feeling very needy..." I replied, leaning down to kiss her softly on the nape of her neck. "I need to kiss you, need to touch you, need to taste you..." I pulled back from the kiss and moved to straddle her, placing my hands on either side of her shoulders, holding myself above her. "I intend on fulfilling my every need and desire, Sandra. You'll want it more than anything and you'll beg me for more..." Unleashing the Tiger Ch. 06 I pressed my lips roughly against hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth before she could respond to my last statement. My tongue probed her mouth relentlessly, pressing on her tongue, running along her teeth and lips. I pulled away from the kiss, licking her lips once before I rolled off of her and crossed the room, grabbing one of the chairs and pulling it over to the bed. I sat down watching her, saying nothing, my eyes roaming over her body. Her movements became self-conscious as my eyes traveled up and down her body. She moved slowly, as if hoping I wouldn't notice, her arms folding across her chest and her legs crossing, trying to prevent me from seeing the most intimate parts of her body. I leaned back in the chair, my fingers rubbing my chin, terribly displeased that she would dare try to cover herself from me. "I had thought...you wanted this." Her body tensed as I spoke and I could see the apprehension that materialized on the soft features of her face. "I...I do, Zack. I just..." "You're embarrassed by your body?" I asked, standing up, running my index finger from her clit up the centerline of her body to her lips, tapping them gently. "Is that what it is?" She turned her head away from my gaze, confirming my assumption. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. She tried to resist, but that just made me squeeze her chin tighter. Tears fell quietly down the side of her head towards her ears and I gently brushed them away, still holding her chin. "If I didn't think you were worth it, Sandra...If I didn't truly love you with all my heart, I wouldn't be here right now. You're not just a game to me; you never were. I want to be with you." I said, releasing her chin and sitting down next to her. She nodded slowly, sitting up on the bed next to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, her hands moving through my hair. "I love you, too, Zack. God, I always have." I kissed her neck softly, the desire to own her still strong and spinning inside of my head. I took her hands away from my neck, holding them down by her sides, looking intently into her eyes. "Lay back down, Sandra. This time...do not hide yourself from me." "Y...yes, sir." She said, slowly laying back down, her hands by her side. My head tilted as I examined her again and reached down to her leg, tapping the inside of her right thigh, urging her to spread her legs slightly for me. I smiled as she complied and I went to the foot of the bed to look directly into her pussy, pleased at how wet she already was for me. I reached forward, letting my finger slide gently into her slit, making a small circle, touching all the sides of her. She whimpered softly with my touch and I grinned, removing my finger and letting it slide into my lips, closing my eyes as the sweet taste of her honey awakened every taste bud in my mouth. I withdrew my finger from my mouth and looked down at her, her eyes watching me intently. "Just as sweet as I remember." I said, kneeling on the bed in between her legs. "Would you like to feel my tongue on your pussy, my Love?" "Oh yes." She whispered, moving her hips down, trying to make her pussy come into contact with any part of my body that she could. "I want it more than anything. Oh God, please, Zack. Please just touch me again." My cock hardened, straining against my pants, desperately trying to free itself. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes, trying to maintain my composure and prolong my chance to make her mine. "That's...simply too bad." I started, opening my eyes and looking down at her. "I'm not done playing with you yet, my Dear." I got off the bed, going to the door and returning with the overnight bag we had brought with us. I removed her clothes from the bag, and then mine, digging down to the bottom of the bag, producing a square velvet box. "Sit up, Sandra." She obeyed, sitting up quickly, not wanting to disappoint me again. I handed her the box and she opened it carefully, excitement gleaming in her soft green eyes. "Oh my God..." I nodded, confirming the thoughts in her head. "We've talked about it before." I said, reaching into the bag and pulling out a similar box, opening it and showing her the contents. "You have the gold collar, that will one day be mine when I'm worthy enough, and I have the silver collar. Go ahead, put it on." She took the gold metal collar out of the box and ran her fingers along the cool metal before clasping it behind her neck. I did the same, letting the heavy metal collar fall down onto my collarbone. I reached out, running my fingers along her collar. "It looks so good on you..." "It will look better on you, when you earn it..." She said slyly. My fingers danced along the smooth metal, sliding underneath it and jerking her forward. "Not tonight." I said through gritted teeth, placing my hand on her chest, pushing her hard onto her back. I went back to the bag, pulling out 4 red silk scarves, laying three of them across her leg, and dragging the fourth one across her pussy, thoroughly enjoying the sound of her whimper and seeing her wriggle under the caress of the soft material. "I want you to be my good girl tonight, you know. You do want to be my good girl don't you?"I said, waiting for her response. "Do you think you can just lay there and not touch me while I do anything to your body?" Her demeanor became nervous. "I...I can try, Zack. I'll do my best." "That's what I thought you'd say. I think I'm going to have to use these on you tonight, Sandra. I don't think you'll be able to control yourself tonight. Actually...considering what I intend on doing to you, I know you won't be able to control yourself." I said, running my index finger down her clit, slipping it into her slit again. Her hips shifted, pressing against my finger and I removed it, smiling at the disappointment on her face. I ran my hands down her leg to her ankle, tying it to one of the bottom bedposts, doing the same for the other, forcing her to be in a "spread eagle position." My hands traveled slowly up her body to her wrists, securing each one to the upper bedposts, kissing her softly once I had completed. She pulled on the restraints, testing to see just how tightly I had secured her. The bonds didn't give her much leeway and with every tug and pull she made, the tighter the bonds became. "There. I think that will suffice. I'd be careful just how much you pull on those." I said letting my index finger slide down the underside of her arm, knowing very good and well how much I was tickling her. Her body tensed under my caress, and she tried to pull her arm away, but her efforts were to no avail and I continued my decent down her arm, gently tickling her underarms. "Zack, please...you know..." "Yes." I quickly interrupted her. "Yes I do know how much it tickles. That's why I do it." I climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside her, leaning down and running my tongue up the underside of her arm to her palm, licking each of her fingers individually before lapping every inch of her palm. Her fingers bent to touch my lips and I pressed them back against the headboard with my hand, continuing to kiss and flick my tongue across her palm. A soft moan escaped my lips from deep in my throat. "I love the way your skin tastes, Baby." I said, letting my tongue slide back down the length of her arm. I swung my leg across her, straddling her and leaning down to flick my tongue across her nipple, feeling it harden almost immediately. I nibbled on it slightly, pulling it with my teeth, completely intoxicated by her moans and whimpers. My hand moved to gently massage her breast as my tongue continued to tickle and tease her nipple. I kissed it, enveloping her nipple with my lips, sucking gently, smiling to myself as I heard her hands straining to free themselves to touch me. "Oh God, Zack, please. Please, that's enough, please stop. They're...Oh God, It's too much." Sandra said, moving her body underneath me, trying desperately to withdraw her nipple from my lips. I paused for a moment, taking a few breaths before grazing her nipple with my tongue again. "Oh, my Dearest, Sandra." I said, grinning wildly. "I have not even begun to show you what's too much..." I moved my hand quickly down beneath myself to her slit, forcing two fingers deep inside of her, causing her body to jump. She lifted her head quickly off the pillow, gasping hard, her eyes rolling back into her head as my fingers pressed into her. "What's wrong?" I asked, wiggling my fingers inside of her pussy, using my thumb to gently caress her clit. "Doesn't it feel good?" Her head fell back onto the pillow, pressing hard against it, lifting her body slightly. She bit her bottom lip, inhaling sharply as my fingers moved. "Oh...Mmm. Oh yes, Zack. It feels so good." I smiled, already knowing the answer to my question, but wanting to hear it from her own voice. "I know it does. And you like it don't you? Tell me how much you like having my fingers inside of you." Her hips started to move in rhythm to my fingers, pressing down against them, urging me to try to go in even deeper. "I love it, Zack. I love your fingers so much. Oh...God, they...they feel so good inside of me. I feel so safe with your fingers on me and inside me. Oh, Zack..." I withdrew my fingers immediately after she finished speaking. Not wanting to bring her to the brink of orgasm just yet. Her objections were expected. "Zack! No! No please! Please put them back!" She exclaimed, thoroughly upset by my actions. "Shhh." I said placing my wet fingers against her lips. I knew very well how much she loved to taste her own honey on my skin and I held my fingers against her lips, waiting for her tongue to appear. Much to my surprise, she just looked at me, silently begging me to give her what she wanted. I smiled, content with her obedience. "That's my good girl..." I said, rewarding her by licking my fingers and kissing her, sliding my tongue, dripping with her honey, into her mouth. She was grateful for my reward, sucking on my tongue gently, moaning against my lips. She smiled as I pulled away, thanking me profusely for my generosity and I felt my arousal press even harder against my pants. I kissed her softly again and slid my fingers in between our lips, letting them slide gently into her mouth. "Clean them. I don't want to see a drop of your honey on my fingers when I withdraw them." I said, trying hard to hide my enjoyment of watching her mouth work up and down my fingers just as she would my cock. My other hand quickly moved down to my pants and clumsily unbuckled my belt, sliding it from the loops and unzipped my pants, giving my cock a small amount of freedom. I sighed as the tension was released from my hardened cock and I pawed at it, gently rubbing it with my hand as Sandra's mouth continued to clean my fingers. I withdrew my fingers quickly from her mouth as I felt a good amount of precum seep through my boxers and onto my hand. I was becoming far too excited with all of this and I didn't want to waste any of my cum by using my hand. Besides, I had plenty of places to put my cock instead of using my hand. Her body was completely susceptible to me and I could pleasure myself anywhere I wanted. Her eyes shifted to the bulge in between my legs and then back up to my eyes. "I can help you with that, if you would allow me to, sir." She said softly, her voice deeper than normal. I closed my eyes for a moment, opening them to look down at my cock, wanting her to "help" my erection so badly, but not wanting to give in to what she wanted. I had to keep my own rules in mind. "Not...quite yet." I said, leaning forward to kiss her neck. "I'm still not through with you..."