The bass thumped through my chest as I surveyed the dance floor of Obsidian. At fifty-five, I was older than most here, but age had its privileges. My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the one I'd been watching for weeks. Carolyn. Twenty-eight, with curves that defied gravity and eyes that promised submission. I'd seen her dance, seen the way she moved, the way she looked at me from across the room. Tonight was the night.
I made my way through the throng of bodies, my presence commanding attention even in the dim lighting. Carolyn was at the bar, nursing a drink, her back to me. I approached slowly, savoring the moment. She turned her head, her gaze locking onto mine, and I saw the flicker of recognition, then desire.
"Buy you a drink?" I asked, my voice low and commanding.
She hesitated for just a second, then nodded. "I'd like that."
We moved to a more private corner of the club, away from the pulsating music and flashing lights. I ordered us both whiskey, neat. As we drank, I watched her, my eyes taking in every detail of her body. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves, her skin glowing under the subtle lighting. Her lips were full and red, begging to be kissed.
"You've been watching me," she said, her voice barely audible over the music.
"I have," I admitted. "And you've been watching me too."
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I have."
"Tell me what you want," I commanded.
She looked down, then back up at me, her eyes wide with anticipation. "I want you to take control."
I smiled, a slow, predatory grin that made her shiver. "Good girl."
We finished our drinks and I led her to the VIP section, a more secluded area with comfortable couches and a private view of the dance floor. As we sat down, I placed my hand on her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.
"I'm going to make you mine tonight," I whispered in her ear. "And you're going to love every second of it."
She nodded, her breath hitching. "Yes, sir."
The word "sir" sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I had been waiting for this moment, imagining it, fantasizing about it. Now it was here, and I intended to make the most of it.
I leaned in and kissed her, my tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that surprised even me. She responded eagerly, her hands roaming my body, touching my chest, my arms, my back. I could feel her desire, her need for me to take control.
I broke the kiss and stood up, holding out my hand. "Come with me."
She took my hand and I led her to the private restroom, a luxurious space with a large mirror and a comfortable chaise lounge. I locked the door behind us, ensuring our privacy.
"Take off your dress," I commanded.
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to unzip the back of her dress. I watched, my cock hardening as she revealed her body to me. She was perfect, every inch of her a work of art. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples hard and erect. Her stomach was flat, her hips wide and inviting. And between her legs, I could see the outline of her panties, already damp with her arousal.
"Turn around," I said.
She did as she was told, and I saw the tattoo of a butterfly on her lower back. It was exquisite, just like the rest of her.
"Bend over and touch your toes," I commanded.
She bent over, her ass in the air, her pussy on full display. I walked behind her and ran my hand over her smooth skin, feeling the warmth of her body. Then I spanked her, hard. She gasped, but didn't move.
"Again," I said.
I spanked her again, this time harder. She cried out, but still didn't move. I could see her pussy glistening, her desire evident. I ran my hand over her ass, soothing the sting of my spankings, then I slipped my fingers inside her panties and into her wet pussy.
"Fuck, you're so wet," I groaned.
"I want you," she whispered.
"Good," I said. "Because I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her mouth. "Taste yourself," I commanded.
She took my fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, her eyes locked onto mine in the mirror. The sight was intoxicating, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer.
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, which was hard and ready for her. I positioned myself behind her and rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy, teasing her, making her beg for it.
"Please," she whispered. "Please fuck me."
"Beg me," I commanded.
"Please, sir," she said, her voice desperate. "Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me."
That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed her hips and thrust my cock deep inside her, filling her completely. She cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain, as I began to fuck her hard and fast. I could feel her pussy clenching around my cock, pulling me deeper inside her.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I groaned.
"You feel amazing," she replied, her voice breathless. "Don't stop."
I spanked her ass again, harder this time, and she cried out, her pussy clenching even tighter around my cock. I knew she was close to orgasm, and I wanted to feel her come around my cock.
"Come for me," I commanded. "Come all over my cock."
I reached around and rubbed her clit, and she exploded, her pussy pulsing and clenching around my cock as she came. I could feel her orgasm rip through her, and it was all I needed to push me over the edge. I thrust into her one last time and came, my cock spilling my seed deep inside her.
We stood there for a moment, catching our breath, then I pulled out of her and turned her around to face me. I kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that left us both breathless.
"I want to see you again," I said.
"Me too," she replied. "I'm yours, sir. Whatever you want, whenever you want it."
I smiled, a slow, satisfied smile. "Good girl. Now get dressed. We have a long night ahead of us."
As we left the restroom and made our way back to the dance floor, I knew that this was just the beginning. Carolyn was mine now, and I intended to explore every aspect of her submission, to push her limits and see just how far she would go for me. And I couldn't wait to find out.