Like a naughty schoolboy who has been told off by the teacher, he sank back on the sofa, hands obediently by his sides. I climbed up my pole, crossed my ankles and, finally, pushed my bra down to my waist, revealing my brown nipples, which were already hard. All the time, I retained eye contact with him, noting his expressions, his reactions to the impromptu display he was getting. I slid down the pole and continued the dance, unhooking my bra. But instead of tossing it to the floor, I stepped towards him and, in a quick movement, wrapped it around his wrists, tying them securely.  He gasped, 'What are you doing?'  'What does it look like? I'm seducing you.' 'You're doing a great job,' he muttered under his breath. I could feel his heart beating faster, his breathing more rapid now.

I pushed his legs wide apart and occupied the space I had created, swivelling my hips, grinding my thighs, touching my breasts. I was loving every minute and I could see he was too. I leaned forwards, brushed my lips down the flies of his now-tighter trousers. I unzipped him, my fingers circling, squeezing. I felt him grow and swell in my hand and it gave me a feeling of power, which turned me on more. Big time. I had control over his cock - and his pleasure. And the more powerful I felt, the more aroused I got, and the more aroused I got, the bigger he became.

  He groaned and as I straddled him, his hungry mouth found my erect nipples, licking and teasing and sucking while my right hand continued to pleasure him. My left hand travelled down his back, clawing at his black, sweat-drenched vest, savouring those amazing tattoos.  Then, without warning, he pulled his hands free and flipped me on to my back. 'Your turn, dirty bitch.' I think the sound of that voice alone could have made me come. His hands, meanwhile, were under my skirt, his long fingers searching for my deep, wet cunt. .