Collar a tiger

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It was the sudden knock at the door that suspended his fathomless sleep succeeding the arduous 20hour journey from Borneo that jolted him into consciousness and he blinked blankly. Throwing the bedcovers aside he leapt to his bare feet. The beat came again only more persistent.
‘A moment please,’ enunciating forthrightly.
‘Sir,’ purred the rasping voice that stole his thoughts away from what clothes he could find for the prospect of making himself decent enough to address the door.
Instead, in nothing but his wicked designs, he sauntered to the door and opened it wide.
What he found was not the housekeeping staff, but a rather demure lady swamped in a pristine full-length fur coat he had met before. A tan leather portmanteau at her side. Save for the slight rise of a calculating eyebrow she did not balk at his nakedness as he held the door with one hand high, his hip languidly relaxing into a slouch.
‘Sir,’ eyes remained fixedly on his, ‘I believe your luggage was accidentally confused with mine.’
Unable to help himself, he deliberately scanned the women before him.
‘Thank you! Place it over there.’ Removing himself from the doorway, he flicked his wrist towards the desk.
Taken aback to find he was serious as her mouth naturally opened to rebuke his audacity, then thought better to exacerbate the situation. She hurriedly wheeled the luggage towards the table and was scanning the room for her own when she heard the door click on its closure behind her and she froze.
‘Sir, I-’
‘Shhhhhh’ came his quelling order. His cadence stretched out on invisible threads. ‘Temptress!’ Deep blue eyes seared hers of olive green.
‘Really Sir-’ A little more insistent.
‘It does indeed please me, you address me thus.’ Ambling behind her, he reached his strong arms around her waist, his breath feathering the erogenous skin at the nape of her neck and she gave an involuntary moan at the frisson of excitement that flooded her body. ‘It was no accident.’
Untying the belt that held her coat together with expert hands, he let it fall to the floor. Just as deftly, her coat was suddenly removed from her shoulders to follow the belt in a puddle. Naked save for stilettos and black hold-up stockings, stepping back a pace to admire her glorious exposure before him when his cock twitched. Inhaling sharply. ‘You tempt me, so now you will serve me as I have wanted since I saw you.’
Bending in front of her, he effortlessly collected the portmanteau and placed it onto the table, assiduously unzipped and opened the case with a gleam in his eyes that met hers in the reflection of the mirror.
Her eyes inquisitively never leaving his countenance.
Then momentarily distracted by the impressive selection of implements neatly set out before him, he quickly scanned the tools of his dark craft to pluck out a collar attached with a chain.
‘On your knees Kitten…’

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