What is a tease?

Sitting across from him, catching up over a late lunch, I smile. He is trying to sneak glances at my feet. Winter is the best for teasing foot fetishists. As much as I love wearing my open toed shoes in the Summer, I love what goes unseen in my classic pumps. I slip out of my stilettos and run my stockinged foot up the back of my calf. He is paralyzed for a moment as he watches, I take his hand and can't help but giggle a bit as I watch the changes in his face, as I watch him try so hard to play it off (my thumbnail digging into his palm). "Who said you could look?" I ask in almost a whisper. At the Botanical Gardens I see that he has relaxed, cracking jokes and telling stories. We wait for the car to arrive, I wrap my arms around his neck and press my knee into his groin. Hard. While I embrace him my mouth rests next to his ear. I remind him why he is here and then pull back to see his eyes soften. Once we are back to the hotel it is nearly dinner time, but I'm not hungry because as I said our lunch was late. We have cheese and drinks in the bar. There's something about watching him watch me drink champagne and water that we both know will soon enough be all over his face and in his mouth that is incredibly pleasing. He is smitten, and as we sit and talk I watch him try to flirt with me. I call him on it, and once again remind him explicitly of his place and purpose. His eyes soften and his cock hardens. Again, I can't help but laugh. I get up and sit in his lap, and I discreetly crush his balls through his pants. I see people looking at us- what a cute couple, they must think. Upstairs in our suite his clothes fall off at the door, folded neatly on a chair. His belly pressed firmly against the smooth cold stone of the bathroom floor, hogtied. I fill the tub and add bubbles that we picked out earlier that day while we were out and about. As I soak, he struggles to find a comfortable resting position. Little grunts and sighs escape him, and little beads of sweat begin to form all over. I drip water from my hair (and notice how long it has gotten!) onto his back, and watch it run down either side.