Savour Every Flavour - OPEN
sir-xavier-drakon:
“Apparently you do as well.” Xavier complimented the girl, even if he was yet to be sure if she actually deserved it. That was fine, he’d find out at some point. Though she wasn’t wrong with her statement - he did have good taste, only the finest was good enough for him.
“I am pleased you see my desires as ‘tasty sounding’” He smirked, as he repeated her earlier words. They sounded foreign to him and probably sounded strange off the tongue - at least to him they did. That wasn’t something he would say and he found it amusing to adapt to her means of expression. Xavier was sure she would find it delightful and he was certain there were parts of her that were tasty as well, especially the blood that pumped and coursed through her veins as if singing a tune to entice him. He almost wasn’t paying attention when she spoke of his second thoughts. “As I stated, I am unsure. Though I am certain it will come to clarity when I spend more time with you” He raised his brow and took a hearty drink from his scotch. “Assess your talents - so to speak.” It was more than evident that this woman was not shy and though he occasionally enjoyed some coyness with his slaves, he could appreciate a woman who got straight to the point. “Amendable, you say.” He placed his glass back down and turned it in a small circle as if thinking. The pleasure he took at those words wouldn’t be caught by her, but he was. “Then tell me, Sassi.” He gestured for the waitress to leave the room as she was coming back to them. “How would you prove to entertain me tonight?”
When Xavier told her to assess her talents, she gave a playful frown. “Well, I don’t know your business, so I don’t know that my business acumen would be of any benefit to you. I’m a fashion designer. Did I already tell you that? Anyway, that’s the extent of my trade and formal education. However, I do have other talents that I think you may find entertaining,” she offered.
Giving that much as a tease, she stood up in front of him, hit a button on her phone and the song “You Can Leave Your Hat On” by Joe Cocker began to play. The song was one she always enjoyed dancing around her apartment to, and she managed to put a rather seductive routine together. As she danced for him, she slowly began to remove her clothing, one piece at a time. Her moves were deliberate and she made certain to make eye contact with the man as often as she could.
By the end of the song, she stood before him in only her panties, which she slowly slid down her legs and stepped out of with the last note. She wasn’t shy and she knew she had a good body, so she sauntered over to him and knelt in front of him, parting his knees so she could fit comfortably between them. Sliding her hands up his thighs, lightly brushing over the growing bulge as they made their way to his belt which she quickly unfastened. When she reached for the button on his pants, she paused and looked at him, as if asking permission. Seeing him give a nod of his head, she continued to unfasten his pants and then pull his cock from it’s confines. “Now, you mentioned something about my mouth around your cock. Is that still something you’d like, Mr. Drakon,” she asked playfully as she licked her lips.
