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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I waited for my breathing to return to normal and watched you efficiently pouring the drinks for us. I straightened and pulled my blouse together with trembling hands. As I reached for the top button You look over your shoulder and say,
"No, don't... leave it open."
Reluctantly, I let go of the edges of my blouse and reach for the glass you hold out to me. I keep my eyes on my drink, unable to meet your gaze, and take a sip.
Now that my climax was over and my heart rate returning to normal, I was embarrassed. Embarrassed by my disheveled, exposed state... yet all the while you remain calm, cool, and completely dressed. Embarrassed by how easily you had turned me into a writhing mass of need. For the past few weeks I had enjoyed the fantasy of ceding control to you, but now, suddenly faced with the reality, I felt a sense of foreboding... mixed with excitement... knowing that what had just happened was only a taste of what was to come in the future.
You beckon me further into the hotel room. Or suite, I could see now. There was a small kitchen area. A sofa, coffee table, and a wing-back chair in the living room area. A small dining table with two chairs (one of which was now sitting across from the sofa with ropes attached to it) sitting in front of a huge picture window, a set of glass French doors leading out onto a terrace. Through a set of double doors I could see a tastefully furnished bedroom. With a very large bed. Beyond the bed was the bathroom, which I couldn't see much of but it looked to be quite luxurious.
I walk over to you by the window and we stand sipping our drinks and gaze out at the bay. The air feels cool as it hits my bra, wet from your mouth and my breasts are covered with goose bumps, my nipples erect. I watch your profile as you look out the window.
"Nice view," I murmur. You glance down at me and smile.
“Not as nice as those." Gesturing to my erect nipples. I blush and look down.
“Why don't we sit down?" You gesture to the sofa.
I suddenly wish I could go to the bathroom and wipe off the wetness from between my legs, knowing that if I sit down in this condition it would get on my skirt... and probably the sofa. But I suspected you would not allow that; I know that you like for me to walk around with my juices smeared on my pussy and my thighs. The truth is that I enjoy it as well, to pretend it is your cum. I try to arrange my skirt so that none would soak through to the rather expensive-looking sofa. You sit next to me, your left thigh touching my right, your left arm on the back of the sofa behind me, your hand playing with a lock of my hair.
"How was your journey," you ask.
“Not bad," I say, looking up at him curiously. This was the kind of question I had expected when I arrived... before the assault at the door.
I start to relax as we talk about inconsequential things; the weather, your job, my job. Brexit! Out of the corner of my eye, through the bedroom doors, I can see the dresser, on it are items laid out neatly. I can’t see what they are exactly, but I catch flashes of leather and chrome. You notice my gaze wandering in that direction.
“Can I look?” I ask softly.
"Sure. Do you want another drink?"
"No, thank you."
You take our empty glasses to the kitchenette and I walk over to the bedroom, feeling the butterflies begin again in my stomach. My reflection in the mirror seemed to belong to someone else. Alone with a man I had only met in person an hour ago, my shirt open, my breasts exposed, wet spots on my skirt. This wasn't me... I was responsible, a manager, respected in my community. I’d only had 2 sexual partners before fab and only met 2 men since joining 3 years ago. How had I come to be in this hotel room with this man?
I stood and looked at your collection. Black leather cuffs and collar... they look expensive and menacing, somehow. You’d told me not to bring any of my toys ("You're going to wear my collar this weekend"). That you would provide everything else we needed. Chrome clips and short chains, varying lengths of rope, nipple clamps connected by a thin silver chain, and the whips. Black leather crop, a flogger... I run my fingers over them lightly, shuddering with an equal mix of anticipation and dread. My eyes meet yours in the mirror as you come to stand behind me.
"Are you ready, hun?"
"I think so," I whisper.
"Take off your top."
Unable to tear my gaze from yours, I shrug and let my blouse slide off my shoulders and down my arms, dropping it on a bit of clear space on the dresser.
“Now the bra."
I blush as I reach behind to unhook my bra, putting it on top of my blouse.
“And the skirt."
My fingers shaking, I unzip the skirt and step out of it, still looking at you as my skirt joins the pile on the dresser.
I blush again and drop my gaze, unable to watch you looking at my nude body. Not a slim, tight, young body. While I had lost weight, I was still wobbly, the new gym sessions I’d signed up for not yet toning me the way I’d hoped.
Stepping closer to me, you run your hands over my belly and hips. I can feel your erection hard against my butt. Your hands cup my breasts and squeeze, causing me to gasp. Your attention is riveted on the mirror, watching the way my flesh fills your hands and squeezes through your fingers. Then they skim over my belly to my generous hips and ass (definitely not my favorite parts of my body), to the insides of my thighs. Two of your fingers slide into my folds, still slick with my juices. I moan softly and wiggle my butt against you. You pull your fingers out and bring them up towards my lips.
"No!"
My eyes wide with shock, I grab your wrist.
"Who gave you permission to touch me," You growl in my ear.
We freeze for a moment, eyes locked. Unable to bear your gaze any longer, I close my eyes in defeat. Releasing your wrist I open my mouth and you push your fingers between my lips.
"Suck that, hun. Suck all that juice off my fingers,"
You whisper softly, your mouth against my ear.
I whimper but do as you ask. It was the first time I had tasted myself and I was surprised that the musky flavor was not as repulsive as I had expected. Soon my whimpers turn to moans of need as I suck on your fingers, my hips beginning to grind in small circles. You pull your fingers from my mouth and I open my eyes, dazed, aware that I was getting wetter but not sure why. You reach across and pick up the black leather wrist cuffs and turn me to face you. I watch you as you fasten the cuffs on my wrists. I can see the desire and excitement on your face, as well as your hard cock pushing against the fabric of your trousers. But you’re controlled, businesslike. You kneel and buckle the cuffs on my ankles. Standing up, you look me over for a moment before turning me around and picking up a chrome clip. You pull my wrists behind me and slide the clip through the rings on the cuffs, binding my arms behind me.
My heart is pounding as you look at me and smile. This is what I had imagined so many times, but this... this was so much more powerful than my imagination could conjure up. There was fear... I was completely at your mercy. You could do anything you wanted to me and I wouldn't be able to stop you. But more than fear, there was relief. It was out of my hands now... literally. I didn't have to worry about "performance", you were in control and you’d direct whatever happened.
"Almost perfect," you say.
You pick up the black leather collar and buckle it around my throat, then stand back and look at me. My breasts lift with each shallow breath and my nipples harden. I feel a sudden urge to drop to my knees, to kiss your feet, to beg you to take me, to do whatever you want with me. But instead I stand there... wearing only my garter, stockings and heels... along with your cuffs and collar... waiting for you, for your reaction. You pull me into your arms and kiss my throat along the collar.
"God, hun, you have no idea how fucking hot you look like this,"
You whisper in my ear, causing shivers to run up and down my spine.
“Do you feel how hard you make me?"
You rub your cock against me and I moan, a low guttural sound.
“It makes me so crazy to see you like this. I want to just throw you on that bed and fuck you."
You lift my face and kiss me, hard and deep, stamping your brand on me with your lips and your tongue. Your hands pull me tight against your hard body and I can feel the muscles of your chest and thighs beneath your clothes, the buttons on your shirt and the zip on your trousers bite into my soft skin, making me groan. One of your hands goes to my hair, holding my head immobile as you continue to devour my mouth. Your other hand slides down my back and over the skin of my buttocks. One finger threatens to slide between my cheeks and I jerk and squeal in protest. I feel you smile against my mouth as you withdraw your finger. I push myself against you and hungrily return your kiss. Finally you pull away and hold me away from you. I’m flushed and panting.
"Yeah...I want to fuck you. But we have some business first."
You hold my face between your hands and look into my eyes.
“Do you know your safe word, Mel?"
"Yes”
"Say it."
"R..red."
You nod.
“Don't say it again unless you really want me to stop. Understand?"
"I understand,"
"And if you can't talk?"
I swallow hard at that. If I couldn't talk?!
"I make three sounds."
"OK, then let's get started."
You take my arm and lead me back into the living room, to the chair that was sitting across from the sofa. You guide me into it, my bound arms behind the back. Using the ropes you already had on the chair, you tie one around my waist, slide rope through the rings on my ankle cuffs, binding them to the legs of the chair. You take a length of rope and thread it between my elbows, pulling my arms back and causing my breasts to thrust out even more. You walk around the chair, looking me over, and then move over to the dresser and pick up the crop. My breath catches in my throat when you lay the crop on the coffee table. Leaning down, you catch my face between your hands. I open my mouth for a kiss, but you don’t kiss me right away. You lick and bite my lips until I’m frantic for your kiss. Only then do you cover my lips with yours and thrust your tongue into my mouth.
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