The room was full of predators, but the apex one just entered, Margaret Towns, Force
agent and she had already picked out her target, a certain Trident agent with vital intel
Force wanted. She walked toward him, taking a drink along the way from a passing waiter.
It didn't take her long to secure her him, a few dances,a kiss, a suggestion and they left the party
behind.
The cool hotel sheets were a stark contrast to the feverish heat of his skin. He slid in beside her,the weight of the mattress shifting, and she turned to him with a smile that didn’t quite reach hereyes. It was a predator’s smile, all promise and peril.
'I’ve been waiting for this all evening,' he murmured, his voice husky with desire, his handalready finding the curve of her waist then over her hip to the smooth form ass. He tried to
pull her on top.
Margaret Towns, veteran agent of Force, let a low, throaty laugh escape her lips. 'Impatient,are we?' she purred, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. 'Some things are worth the wait,
sugar.'
She closed the distance between them, her mouth meeting his in a kiss. Her lips were soft,
insistent, moving with a practiced skill that made his head spin, his hands pulling her closer,
desperate for more.
Just as he felt himself getting lost in her, a peculiar warmth spread from his lips, followed
by a swift, heavy numbness. It traveled down his throat, a wave of unsettling relaxation
that seeped into his limbs. His arms, which moments before had held her with such strength,
fell limp at his sides. A fog descended over his mind, thick and syrupy.
He tried to speak, to ask what was happening, but all that came out was a weak, slurred
mumble.
Margaret pulled back from the kiss, her expression one of cool amusement.
'Something wrong, sugar?' she mused, her voice a silken trap. 'You’re feeling my muscle
relaxant lipstick. Very quick and nasty, all in a delicious Salmon shade. I’ve given you a full
dose. The same shade I had on earlier in the evening when we kissed, that one completely
normal. When I went to change, I refreshed it with the relaxing one.’
Panic, dulled by the drug, flared weakly in his eyes.
'Don’t worry,' she cooed, leaning in to brush her nose against his. 'It’s not fatal. I am.'
She gave him another slow, deep kiss. Insurance. More kisses await you, sugar. I just
need to change and prepare.'
With fluid, unconcerned grace, she slipped out of the bed. He could only watch, his
body a leaden prison. She stood before him, a magnificent silhouette against the dim
lights of the city streaming through the window of her penthouse suite. Her pale skin
and dangerous curves illuminated wonderfully.
She crossed the room to a dresser drawer, his eyes a metronome of her swaying ass.
Margaret pulled out a singular item: a set of black stockings, intricately covered in a
pattern of dots. Returning she made a show of putting them on, sitting on a velvet
ottoman near the foot of the bed. She slowly rolled them up each endless leg, the
material whispering against her skin. His eyes, one of the few things he could still
barely control, followed every movement. A traitorous part of his body, immune to
the muscle relaxant’s primary function, began to stiffen in response to her display.
She noticed, of course. A wicked smile played on her lips. 'My legs got your attention
this evening,' she said, standing and smoothing the hose over her hips. 'It’s only fair
that they get the answers I want.'
She moved back to the bed straddling him as she walked up between him stopping,
then tenderly scooping his semi flaccid member into her mouth. Margaret’s tongue
and lips were heated sorcery as he hardened. She pulled free knowing the last of her
lipstick had been administered and was now being pumped through him by his
hammering heart. She lowered onto him, her weight was a delicious, terrifying pressure
on his hips. 'You appear ready sugar?' she smiled, her voice dripping with false
sweetness, her smile was brilliant and chilling
'Have you ever been knotted by a Plus sugar? We’re inescapable when coiled
around our prey. In this case… you.'
Margaret began to move, her body undulating against his in a way that was both
embrace and constraint. Her limbs, strong and supple, wove around him with an
impossible flexibility. She took her time, she loved the feel, the skin to skin
contact as they rolled and flounced about the king size bed. She kissed him as
they went, his hardness if possible getting harder. She could not tell which
experience she liked better, her skin against his or the silky caress of her hose
on him. She knew he loved both but especially the hose, her rub was devastatingly
seductive. The Plus rolled them to the edge of the bed,the soft pads of her toes
lightly brushing then gripping his button, his lips stopped kissing her. She pulled
her cheek next to his, her tongue playing with his ear while a final run down his
shaft with her silken toes spilled him. Margaret’s full figure quivered slightly, it
was hardly a motion at all but just what she wanted.
‘You musn’t orgasm sugar,’; she smiled then nipped his lips. ‘Everytime you do I
contract my knot. Something about a woman’s hose, especially the black ones and
their touch on a man’s stem,’ she added as a toe rolled about his knob, ‘Drives a
man crazier than usual.’
‘Your limp, well mostly limp body allows me to seep myself very securely and
deeply into you,’ she purred as his cock bushed along one of her thighs. Margaret
felt it twitch and snap. ‘Recovered already I see,’ she purred as they ended up
teetering on the edge of the bed as she rolled her thighs lightly over his prong,
the nylon igniting him again.
Margaret worked him for all he had as she cinched tighter while rolling them
into the middle of the bed her knot now further advanced. He panted from
the draining. Every part of the Plus was exciting him, her dynamic active body,
powerful, supple was like a snake coiling about him while her tongue flicked
and kissed him.
‘Closer and closer sugar, you're being drawn into my coils,’ she hissed in his
ear then took his lips again as she rolled and slipped in deeper about him. Very
close, you’ve done well up to this point but once I seal us together, these dots
on my stockings will secrete a truth serum. It will speed through your system
as I… well, as I screw you. She pressed herself against him. 'A pleasant way
to get the intel I want for me anyway.
It felt like an eternity. He was acutely aware of every shift of her weight, every
brush of the strange, dotted fabric against his skin, the intoxicating scent of
her perfume. He was hardening painfully beneath her, his body betraying him
completely, reacting to the primal allure of her movements even as his mind
screamed in terror.
Finally, with one last, intricate twist of her legs around his, the knot was
complete. The pressure was firm, absolute. She was locked against him,
a beautiful, lethal second skin.
She compressed herself, a deliberate, pulsing movement that pulled him
fully and deeply into the heart of her trap. A low moan escaped him, a
mixture of pleasure and sheer, undiluted fear as her paradise sealed him
into her.
Her face was inches from his, her breath warm on his cheek. 'Once I have
the intel, I’ll release your totally spent body, remove my hose, and wrap
them around your body where they’ll slowly constrict you to death.' She
delivered the death sentence with another soft kiss to his slack mouth. 'I
love this part. Tying a man into my body. My supple form a weapon of
sex and artistry that is impossible for the male to resist.'
Margaret’s full figure danced slowly as she held him. She didn’t want
him coming too quickly as she was tight to him already and she needed
the intel. She turned her legs to press new dots into his skin adjusting
their position on the bed as needed. His tongue loosened just as his cock
exploded. He pushed into her, his thrusts manic as he expelled his juice.
It was a long orgasm and Margaret’s body took advantage pressing him.
He had little fight left, she was tight against him. She kissed him softly
while her paradise squeezed about his cock to keep him hard.
‘You’re caught in my knot and in my paradise, each slowly tightening
to keep you stiff while my stockings have you drugged,’ she hummed
between silent kisses as he started to talk while the Force agents lips
danced and pulled, her teasing touches an added seduction as she felt
him stir inside her. ‘That’s interesting sugar, more on that,’ she encouraged.
She pulled all she wanted from him just managing to delay his orgasm.
She loosened him to allow him to climax and her as a reward. She undid
him, his limp body flopped on the bed.
The Plus removed her hose ensuring he could watch, slipped back on
top of him, kissing him while she secured the foot of one leg about his
wrists that she had raised above his head.
‘My legs or my stockings maybe even a part of me hold a fascinationfor you, some might even say a fascination and a quite strong one,’ shesmiled, sheathing him again inside her. ‘Round and round I go,’ Margaretsaid between pumps and kisses while she stretched it around his armthen two loops, one around the tops of his shoulders, the other the middleof his bicep. ‘One stocking done time for another, but that can wait.’
She intensified her motion, rocking and swaying her hips as she pushed
up on her arms driving him deep into her honey pot. He exploded into
her, she felt his pulsing twitch and throbbing insistence. She worked her
hips to deliver maximum pleasure then it was her turn. Margaret’ breath
slowed then a low rolling moan escaped her lips. The Plus sat up, each
hand clutching one of his legs as a lever as she pistoned into him, her
hips turning a twisting as she absorbed the joy.
‘Oooh, that was wonderful,’ she exclaimed, her voice panting. ‘But
back to business,’ she smiled, kissing him a few times before taking
the second stocking.
She tied it to the other and continued down his torso, around his
hips, down his legs then made a loop and secured it about his ankles.
‘There all finished, now all I have to do is activate them with a simple
pull and a snap of each stocking, but there’s time for that after,’ she
hungrily purred, getting up and leaving for the bathroom where she
returned with a wet warm towel, her compact and a lipstick.
‘Just a quick, but thorough clean,’ she honeyed as the towel encased
his flaccid cock. ‘I like a clean surface to work on and besides this is
how I leave my trademark. Now just one more thing she smiled
opening the compact and unscrewing her lipstick. She coated her lips
so he could see and she could watch his reaction. ‘Easy sugar, don’t
get too hard too soon, else there’s no need for my mouth to harden you.’
she smiled finishing her frosting then setting the compact and lipstick
on the bedside table, a kiss to his lips then hear slid down his flat stomach,
her lips separating just enough so he could feel his tip part her lips, the
sensation continuing as they slithered all the way down until he was
completely engulfed.
She didn’t have to hold him for a long period of time to get movement.
He was soon on edge, her tongue slowly washing over his head finding
the spots he loved. She took her time building him as her lips coated his
engorged cock in her trademark pink shade. She pulled up a little and
repeated then just as she was at his tip he spasmed and released, her
timing perfect as usual. When he was finished she snapped each
stocking and went to shower.
‘One final kiss goodbye sugar,’ she triumphed then delivered.
