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Arriving at your hotel, you are in the bar, meeting with clients, when I arrive. I’m wearing a gray satin trench coat with black patent leather red-bottoms. My pale, blonde hair hangs sleekly around my shoulders.
When you see me, you leave your clients to greet me and give me a key to your room. The look in your eyes makes me squirm as you approach. You take my elbow and walk towards the elevator.
“You look very lovely, my dear. I’m curious what you have beneath that coat, but I must finish my business. Go up to the room, I’ll be up in 30 minutes.”
As the elevator door opens, you pull the edge of my coat toward you, and slip your fingers between my legs where you feel my undress. Pushing me into the little box, up against the wall, you growl against my lips. “You would come wearing nothing, slut.”
Crushing me with a kiss that nearly makes me cum, before backing away and slipping the key between my fingers, you smile with a glint in your eye, “You’ll pay for this, little girl.”
My eyes follow your hand motion to your arousal, straining against the front of your pants, just before the elevator doors close.
I smile as my knees threaten to collapse but somehow manage to remain upright. I feel my desire trickling down my thigh as the doors open on your floor.
Once in the room, I have no idea what to do. If you found me masturbating on your bed, would you punish me? You already alluded to punishment for turning you on… How was I to know you’d be working this late in the evening?
I slide the coat off and pour myself a glass of the champagne you’ve left chilling next to the sofa. Glancing around the room, I take in the beautiful decor and contemplate how much such a beautiful space costs. Then I twirl my hair impatiently, curious if you’ll really keep me waiting half an hour.
Perhaps you’ll torture me, and make we wait longer.
I notice cuffs and straps on the table next to the bed and quiver at the idea of being in them. I consider turning on the television, but opt for music instead. Something to soothe my nerves. After turning on the tiny stereo, I step into the restroom to check my appearance, swaying to the rhythm of my choice.
I dab my lips with a tissue, my lip gloss smeared from your kiss. I do hope you wiped it off before heading back to your meeting. I run my fingers over my neck and across my full breasts, before sliding them down my soft belly stopping short of my sweet little landing strip.
I look better than usual. Something about being here for you makes me look incredible. I’m aroused by my own reflection, and allow my fingers to travel the path all over again.
I imagine your fingers… and sigh, wishing you wouldn’t keep me waiting long. I let the music fill me, and move, with it, back to the room where I find you staring at me. How long had you been there? Oh, my. Are you angry with me?
“You’re very smart to keep yourself from playing in my absence, girl. Your punishment would’ve only been worse. Come here.” Your voice does things to me that make it difficult for me to walk. But as you hold out your hand, I make my way towards you.
Your fingers slide over my shoulders and down my arms, and a rumble escapes your throat as your senses take me in. Inhaling my scent, with your nose in my hair, you growl, “You smell delicious, slut.”
My knees nearly buckle, I want you so badly. But you keep me upright and walk me to the sofa. As you bend me over the back, I know what’s coming, and I’m panting with anticipation.
I hear you slide your belt off, and I’m sure you can smell my arousal. I hear you take in a deep breath before your fingers slide between my thighs.
“You’re far too excited about being punished, dear girl. …But I like it.”
You’re fingers dip between my folds and I tremble, already so ready. For your fingers, your mouth, your cock, your strength and your Dominance. I clench trying to entice some movement, but you pull away.
Your hand smooths over my bottom cheeks before you land a few blows to warm my skin. You rumble with satisfaction at the color change in my flesh, striking me a few more times, before folding the belt in half and swatting me with it.
I keep myself from crying out, but can’t stop my body from flinching. You seem to like it, because each strike comes harder and faster until I cannot stop my voice.
After the first cry, you hiss and let the belt fly open. Lashing me several times before stopping to soothe my skin with your palm.
“I believe you could take more, but I need to fuck you.”
I hear your pants fall before you plunge into my depths. I moan, involuntarily, but the sound quickly changes into something far closer to mewling as you hammer away at my rent. I’m about to topple over the edge when I realize you haven’t instructed me about cumming. Do I need to ask?
As if sensing my need, you roar, “Cum, slut! Cum now!”
Your words send me into oblivion, writhing and clenching. I lift my hands behind me, in attempt to slow your momentum, to allow the orgasm to subside, the sensation of you pounding my bruised ass is too intense.
Instead, you grab my wrists and use the additional leverage to drive deeper and harder.
“Please, Sir, please…” My cries only serve to make you chuckle.
Sliding out of me, you pull me up, “If my cock is too much for your cunt,” you grab my hair and force me to my knees. “Perhaps your mouth can handle more.”
You ram your throbbing cock between my lips, deep into my throat, and hold me there, by the back of my hair until I’m gasping and clawing at your thighs.
You release me, and I take a deep breath before taking you back into my mouth. I bob up and down, pressing my lips firmly across your shaft while swirling my tongue around in the most intimate massage. I suck and pull, plunge and swirl, using my fingers to tease your balls until I feel you tighten.
You push me off so that you can blow your load on my face. I stick out my tongue, wanting to taste you, and am rewarded with rope after rope of your fluffy, white cum on my tongue, cheeks, and chest.
Your groans and grunts make me pray silently that I will get to hear them again and again. Such a magical sound.
You allow me to suck you clean until you are soft, and then whisper for me to go shower while you prepare things so that you can play. I practically convulse at the thought.
I finish in the shower quickly, and when I step out, you are standing there with a towel.
“Turn, let me see my marks, little girl.”
As I do, I turn my head so that I too can view the proof of your punishment on my ass. There are some slight welts and a few bruises, I’m not sure how easily I will sit tomorrow, but tonight, the pain is barely noticeable.
You suck in a breath, tracing the marks and smiling. “Good Girl. Come dry off, I have more fun for you.”
As I make my way into the room, you pull me against you, digging your fingers into my backside and crushing my lips with yours. Your kiss is so hard, I find myself, again, weak in the knees. You play me like a fucking instrument and I’m wet, instantly.
As you pull away, you chuckle, as if reading my thoughts. “Little girl, you are too easy.”
You guide me to the bed and gently push me to lie down on my back. As you wrap my wrists and ankles with the cuffs, you stroke and pet my body, making me pant and wriggle. I never take my eyes off of you, while you stretch and spread me, attaching the cuffs to straps secured to the bed.
Once you have me, spread eagle, with my arms pulled tight above my head, you tickle the back of my knee and my underarm to see how much room I have to move. I have none, and giggle and squirm as you chuckle down at me. “Hmmm, that could be fun,” you whisper.
You laugh at my pout, and turn to change the music. I’m not sure what it is that you turn on, but it’s a piano playing a haunting melody. I still can’t tear my eyes away from you, and when you turn back toward me, your smile has turned devilish.
You pick up something from the floor and place it on the sheet between my legs. I’m so focused on watching your face, I don’t even look to see what they are. As you glide around the bed, you drag the fronds of a suede flogger over my skin. Up my left leg, belly and chest and down the other side. I’m panting again within moments and when you lift it into the air, I hold my breath in anticipation.
You swing it from side to side over my belly and breasts then down over my legs. I wince when it hits my shins, but the sensation is not at all as I expected it to be. Of course, then you change pace and the height of the hits. The warming bites of the tiny fronds on my thighs and abdomen make me arch my back and whimper slightly. When they fall over my breasts, my body feels so alive, I pull at the straps wanting to direct the hits.
As I moan and writhe, you suddenly stop. I whine before opening my eyes to look up at you. Pleading in my mind for more, your fingers slide up the inside of my thigh before you run them up my slit. Like your checking me, testing me. I try to push against them, closing my eyes again, but they are gone too quickly.
Before I open my eyes, the flogger is back, but stinging my pussy now. Strike after strike, it burns, but like some some incredible fire that I never want to go out. The sound of you grunting, softly with each swing and my own mewling noises mix with the music adding a strange percussion to the song.
I start to get lost in it, feeling the perfection of pain turning into pleasure and lifting me to the sky.
When I realize the blows have stopped, I feel you climb onto the bed between my legs. You stroke and kiss my thighs and belly, so softly, it feels almost surreal compared to the heat trapped in my skin. When your lips make their way to my swollen, hot mound, you breathe gently across my folds before blowing lightly on my hooded clit.
Your hot breath feels delicious against my shaved pussy and I lift my hips wanting more of you on me. Or in me. When I feel nothing but air, I whine and finally open my eyes to look down at you. The look on your face is absolute dominance, and your hand comes down fast and hard on my sex.
I cry out and arch my back but want more and finally find my voice. “Yes! Please, Sir… more!”
“Good girl,” you rumble and land three more strikes quickly before using your other hand to pull back the hood of my clit and rub my pleasure pearl.
I’m so wet with need that when you pop my clit with several lighter smacks, I feel the liquid splatter across my thighs. You rumble loudly and drop your lips against me, licking up my juices and pushing two fingers inside of my clenching cunt.
It takes mere moments of licking and sucking while pounding into me with your fingers to get me bucking off the mattress and pulling hard at my restraints. “Oh, God… Oh, God,” I moan, sensing you are about to rip a massive orgasm from me.
When your teeth scrape against me, it sends me into the abyss of the most incredible climax of my life. I’m spinning and convulsing, but you pull me back to earth with your fingers around my throat and your hand spanking my already vibrating pussy.
“Cum again, through the pain. I need to see you do it,” you growl, and as I feel my body taking the pain and morphing into something greater, building into something indescribable, I give you exactly what you want.
I try hard to keep my eyes open, to watch you take in what you’ve done to me, but I can’t. As they roll back into my head, I feel the waves pulsing through me, wondering if they will ever stop. My whole body finally falls limp and you quickly move to take off the cuffs.
When my limbs are free, you kiss me hard before flipping me onto my stomach and positioning yourself on top of me.
“I’m going to take your ass now, little slut.”
You are rubbing your cock between my cheeks, using my own liquid lust to lubricate before pressing against my puckered hole. I take a deep breath and try hard to relax. I don’t think you’ll fit, but if I think about it too much, I’ll panic.
Your kissing and nibbling my shoulder, and the distraction works very well. Soon, the head of your dick is inside me. I gasp as you push in further and do my best to relax and open up to you. Within moments, I feel your body pressed against my bruised backside, and I realize you are in.
The feeling is odd but amazing. As you begin to move inside me, it hurts, but I don’t want it to stop.
You pull my hand down beside me and whisper for me to pleasure my clit, “It will make it easier,” you breathe against my hair.
When I start kneading my mound, I realize you were right. I’m sore and on fire, but I don’t care, because it is easier. My muscles relax and I just keep rubbing as you increase your speed until to you pull up onto your arms and are fucking my ass fast and hard.
“If you cum again before I do, I’ll have to beat your ass again,” you growl, hearing my moans and mewls getting faster and shorter. It’s too late to stop it though, and I explode, this time, spraying the sheet below me.
You pull my ass in the air, rising to your knees behind me and beginning smacking my sore cheeks while pounding into me. Not for long, however, because you soon pull out, grunting and groaning as you spray your hot cum all over my ass.
When you collapse next to me, we are both silent for several minutes as we catch our breath. Tenderly, you push my hair away from my face, and smile at me weak and sated. In a gravelly whisper, you say, “Good Girl, how do you feel?”
I contemplate for a moment before licking my lips and giggling, before whispering, “Like a well used submissive.”
And, oh, what am amazing feeling that is. Even if it is only one night.
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