AI art by Sassa.

Jon smiled as he walked into the busy restaurant.

It was Friday night and a little past 9:00, so it was crowded and noisy. He enjoyed the game they played when she came into town for a visit. They each loved it for some of the same and some different reasons. Sassa enjoyed what it did to the men around her and what that power felt like for her. She was a wicked, little sadist in her own right. Her stock-in-trade was playing the Femme Fatale in real life. He loved it because it had been her idea, and he knew she’d suggested it because of how much he’d enjoy it.

“I knew it would be your vibe, Sir.” She’d told him with a soft grin as she explained it the first time a year or so ago.

Jon made his way to the bar area and scanned the stools. It didn’t take long. Sassa stood out wherever she went. There she was wearing something slightly longer than a t-shirt with nothing under it or below the hem. He knew there wasn’t anything under it because Sassa was an exhibitionist and would be happy to walk around naked except for silly, old laws.

She sat on a stool with her legs facing out for full display. Four young men were hanging on her every word and glance. She was playfully teasing one of them while the others laughed. Jon knew she’d been teasing all of them for nearly half-an-hour now. Sassa liked to have some time to get an audience.

Jon walked up to the group. A couple of the young men gave him a cursory glance and dismissed him. What would Jon mean to this beautiful, elfin creature? Sassa was ginger, with a short, straight pixie cut, emerald-green eyes, and looked even younger than she really was. Jon had teased her about needing to wear her ID on a lanyard because she was carded so often. She had dimples and an infectious laugh. All her laughter stopped when she saw him.

“Hello, Master.” She breathed to him and lowered her eyes until she had to peek through her lashes at him.

“Been having fun playing with the boys?” Jon asked with a grin.

Sassa glanced at the shocked young men around her. She shrugged. “It hasn’t been too bad, but I’m glad you’ve come to claim me.” She slipped off her stool and slinked towards him.

Jon held out his left index finger, crooking it up like a hook.

Sassa was wearing her leather collar that had the leash ring. Carefully, she moved close enough to reach up and place the ring on his finger. She bowed her head. “Thank you, Sir.” She breathed and shivered.

Jon knew the tone and shiver were quite real for her. He tugged slightly, and she moaned softly while she drew nearer to him. Sassa always reacted this way to her collar when he tugged it.

“Evening, Gents.” Jon smiled and waved at the young men, who just stared as this old man and the young girl went off together.

Sassa giggled as they sat down in a booth with her nearly sitting on his lap. “That’s always so much fun!” She grinned at him.

He nodded. “Agreed. Thank you for letting me do that.”

She shook her head. “I do it for myself, too. I can almost hear their balls dropping on the floor when I cut them off like that.”

They ordered their food, and she caught him up on her latest escapades, which were always entertaining, even if he always worried about her safety. He never brought that up anymore because she’d explained some of her “talents.” The matter-of-fact way she had of describing her abilities was more chilling than if she’d boasted about them. He knew she was dangerous.

“So just tonight?” He asked.

She nodded and looked down. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I’m not. I know you try to make time for me when you can.” He let his hand travel further up her bare thigh.

Sassa’s eyes flashed, and she reached under the table to move his hand even higher. “Please, Sir?” Her eyes glistened as she begged.

His fingers began to pet and play with her pussy while she moaned softly, but let him watch her eyes as she bit her lower lip. It had been almost six months since they’d had a date. She had other lovers and so did he, but they made time for each other because of their bond, their connection. Her people weren’t thrilled about it but made do since Sassa was adamant about not giving him up.

“Have you been a good girl?” He murmured.

Her eyes opened slightly more with a devilish gleam. “You know I haven’t, Sir.”

“Oh, I see.” He began to tease her clit. Jon knew her body almost as well as she did. “Then you should be punished.”

Sassa licked her lower lip. “Most harshly, Sir. Yes.”

His fingers kept teasing the entrance to her, and her eyes shot up to his.

“I can wait.” He told her.

Sassa let out a soft growl of frustration but then whispered through gritted teeth, “Please, Sir. Please, fuck me now?” She whispered harshly.

“Not yet.” He laughed.

Her eyes flashed brighter, and there was a painful death in them that he could see. Sassa whined a little. “Please, Master? Please, I beg you. You know I do.” Her voice shook.

This was what had captured her at the start. Sassa had never begged for anything in sex before she’d met him. The idea had intrigued her when he explained it. She’d taken the challenge. He edged her for a long time that night as she grew more and more insistent. He was quiet and patient, which irritated the hell out of her!

When she’d finally begged him for the fuck, then for the orgasm, they both knew she did it as a choice and not from being forced. No one could ever force Sassa to do anything against her will. She surrendered and begged him. Her orgasm had been so loud and powerful that she lay there amazed for several minutes. They’d talked about it, and she admitted he was right. It did make it more exciting, naughty, and powerful for her.

Sassa was fully aware of his submissive play partners and his collared slave. She only wore the one she had on when they were on a date. “I am yours, and you are my Sir, my Master, but I am not a submissive or slave.” She’d told him. He readily agreed. It was how she made it work in her head.

They took an Uber to the hotel, and he pulled her across his lap to lift up the tiny dress. He spanked her lightly to warm up her bottom. She wriggled and cooed at his smacks and slaps. He rubbed and squeezed while she yelped and arched her ass higher.

The Uber driver nearly crashed the car while trying to drive and watch the whole thing. When they got to the hotel, he hopped out, opened their door, and handed Jon a ten-dollar bill.

“Your tip back, Sir. Thanks for the show.” He smiled, then eyed the flushed Sassa.

She smiled sweetly at the driver and winked.

In their room, Jon didn’t wait but flung her onto the bed, then knelt before her. This was one of Sassa’s favorite parts. He kissed, licked, and ate her through at least three orgasms she did not need to beg for from him. Her cries and fingers through his hair told him how much she enjoyed his attentions.

Jon stood as Sassa stripped off her shirt dress and turned over until her ass was high and her head was low. He unbuckled his belt and began to whip her mercilessly with it until she was softly sobbing.

“Turn.” He commanded.

Sassa did so quickly. “Please, may I worship, Sir?” She begged.

“You may.” He said without much inflection.

Her mouth sucked his engorged cock down, and her tongue went to work. She was good at oral and had trained in it as part of her resume. She was good. While she sucked, he still applied the belt liberally to her ass. Sassa moaned and squirmed under the leather strap. He came explosively as she took care of it all.

She kissed up his chest to his lips. “Kiss, Sir?” She begged.

Jon kissed her deeply and lay her down gently on the bed. They cuddled, kissed, and teased each other for a while until he began to tease her harder. She whimpered, moaned, and finally begged him to fuck her. It led to begging for an orgasm, which he granted after a few more pleadings.

Her legs wrapped around him tightly as she came long and loud.

Entwined together, exhausted, and sated, they fell asleep.

In the morning, he woke to see Sassa had already ordered their usual breakfast. It was the knock on the door that woke him.

“Room Service.” A young male voice called.

Sassa got out of bed and opened the door. The porter came inside and his eyes nearly bugged out as he saw Sassa was buck naked without any shame or embarrassment.

She used her usual joke. “I’d give you a tip but I’ve already shown you two.” She motioned to her aroused and perky breasts.

The young man mumbled something and backed out the door while keeping her in sight as long as he could.

“You’re a wicked girl.” Jon told her.

She looked at him with a frown. “Woman. I’m a very wicked woman.”

“True, but you’re my good girl, right?” He asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course, I am, Sir. Now hold still.”

Sassa would always bring the food over to him so he got to eat in bed. They ate and chatted a little more. She told him what she could about her future plans. He watched her straighten up, then turn to give him a questioning look. “Am I going alone?” She asked.

This was to ask if he wanted to join her in the shower. He often declined and slept a little longer until she came out to kiss him before leaving. This time, he told her no.

They showered and cleaned each other. They toweled off and he snapped his on her ass a few times as she yipped and gave him an evil eye.

They dressed in their previous clothes and went down to the lobby.

Here is where they would part so they embraced tightly, kissed fiercely, and her eyes bored into his. “I never forget. I always think of you.” She told him.

“I know. I think of you, too.” He grinned slightly.

“I know.” She smiled smugly at him, then turned and sashayed out the front entrance.

Jon gave it a good five minutes before he let go and went back to his normal life.