She (short story/poem)

We stood in the hotel lobby, money for a room key exchanged hands over the reception desk.
She led me dominantly, dressed in; well heeled, knee high boots and a knee length black satin coat, now soaked from the falling rain of the outside world.
Domiantly she led me to the room with the key that fitted the lock.
Once in side, she bayed me to her and demanded that I undress ,submissively I obeyed slipping the crimson dress over the curves of my hips and the deep purple bra and lace french knickers were pulled away from my body, she watched with abysmal, glistening green eyes as the lace and the silk fell to the floor.
Gently pushing me on to the bed, she, now clad in only black stockings a suspender belt and a leather choker chained each of my wrists to each of the wrot iron bed posts , her thick glossy, cherry red hair tumbled over her large ripe breasts.
Her ruby red lips kissed the pale, milk white skin of my stomach, the curves of my hips down past my naval , her pink tounge lapped as I felt the moisture flow between my legs.
I began to breath more deeply, her tounge working faster, my mind pounding, heart racing the room spinning.
I moaned softly, loudly her tounge with drawing, back between the deep red lips as the pleasure ripped through me, to my very core, my body ingnited into a quivering flame of passion.
As the heavy rain lashed at the window pains and people walked hurridly, past our room with the key that fitted the lock and went about their bussiness and men and women came into the lobby below us to seek refuge from the heavy, rapping rain.