What do you say?

The casino glowed with an array of glittering jewels, from the extravagant chandeliers lining the column aids on either side, to the shimmering gems adorning various women's necks. Freshly widowed woman shuffle in amongst swarms of young tight skirted millennial's all looking to go home with more than just a few more bucks. Clusters of eligible men gather in swarms as the festivities begin and the hunting music plays. I moan softly and lick my lips to keep the sound at bay as my insides contract with the thought of the hunt. The space between my legs becomes damp and I arch my back slightly as my thoughts run wild. Oh what I would do to go hunting right now. So many scrumptious young things prance around this place, hormone filled and horny as hell. Oh how I would pester them with my words until they came without me so much as touching their skin. Oh, the thought send shivers of ecstasy down my spine and just a little further until I was biting my tongue to keep from crying out.

"Right this way sir." A man in a tight suit says to his young patron as they sit down at the poker table five feet to my left.

The heat between my legs subsides and my mouth begins to water. There is my target for tonight. He was young, almost to young to be the spouse of the blond middle aged woman who had came to see me three days ago. He was decent in the face, with far set chestnut eyes and a sharp jawline. His hair fell in light curs over his head and across his left eye, giving him a more boyish appearance. He was clean shaven and well washed, his sent drifted from the table to wear I sat causing me arch and bite my lip as I sucked in the sent of a man in denial. Oh this is going to be to easy.

Two house later I glide to sit at the foot of my bed next to my most recent victim. The other man was to easy, took him five minutes of staring aimlessly at my double Ds to confess to wanting to fuck me. It was a dull endeavor that I caught on camera and presented to his wife within thirty minutes. Now this, this is fun.

"What do you say?" I moaned into Cedric's ear as he bit his lip.

His breath came in wicked quick pants that he struggled to subdue as I stroked my deep red fingernails down his bare chest. He smelled sweet, and I made my pleasure at that fact known as I traced the line of his jaw with my tongue.

I shifted away from his face only long enough to whisper in his ear one more. "What do you say?"

He blinked for a moment, allowing the blue in his eyes to glitter from the little amount of light shimmering from the grand chandelier in the room. He did not speak however, this displeased me. I ceased the stroking I was doing in his lower abdomen and threw my right leg over him sitting firmly on his lap. Just out of the range of his sizable length that twitched with my proximity. I raked my hands through his hair slowly, causing him to moan before I planted my hands, one under his chin and the other on the back of his head and yanked. He moaned with a deep exhale and his whole form shivered as I forced his eyes to look into mine. Striking with their bright blue tink against my light brown skin. I watched him as he shivered, enjoying the moment of his helplessness. I looked down for a moment to watch as his length twitched along with the rest of him, impatient and alert. Ready for the next step and egger to do so.

"What do you say?" I teased once more, longing for the response that will end my insides raging.

He stuttered for a moment, trying to catch is breath, and maybe trying not to cry, "Yes, mistress."

With that I was pleased and released his jaw, jumping off of his lap and standing a few feet away to watch as he sat there hunched over and out of breath. Just how I like them. His hands stayed behind his back, were I put them, tied together with fuzzy handcuffs I had delivered to my house last week.

"Good, now." I scold, as I take my time gliding over to my favorite shelf and picking up one of my twenty riding crops hung up by color.

I pluck the purple one off the rack and bend it between my hands before nodding and walking back to him. He still sat, hunched over, sweat glistening from ever poar on his body. The stench of sweat and sex in the room was apolling and would send any churchly being scurrying from my dungeon and into the nearest monastery. I reveled in it, the smell an the seclusion. The dominance. This was my church, I am its goddess, devil and disciple all in one. Playing whatever persona I wish and holding myself accountable only to my physical limits and the limits of my customers. Patients more like it. They flock to me for various thing, from cheating spouses, to a little bit of outside the box fun. As long as they can shake a wad of cash or a nice card in my face i'm down to give and take as much as they wish.

My current muse twitches as the sudden couch of my riding crop to his spine. I chuckle to myself as he leaned away from the crop, expecting pain. But the trick is. To get them to except one thing and receive something else. Being predictable will make you mundane. What a boring way to live. I slowly crouch down and undo his handcuff, at their sudden release he falls forward.

"Now." I say as I sit on the bed and he hurries to crouch at my feet.

He sits head down awaiting orders, good boy. I slide the end of the crop under his jaw and lightly tap so that he shifts his head to look at me. His bright blue eyes pleading.

"Did you have fun?" I ask in all sincerity.

"Yes, mistress" he lets loose a deep exhale "always."