Her
I arrive home to find a package from him. With trembling hands, I open it. Inside, I find a delicate white lace bra, almost translucent knickers, and nude hold-ups. There’s an envelope with a note and a key card. On the note:
“Room 312 with an address and a time 7:30 pm. Wear the clothes provided, nothing else except an overcoat and heels.” I can already feel that tingle, anticipating what might happen, mixed with trepidation. I calm myself, knowing that I have to choose a safe word and that if that is spoken, he will stop and take me into his arms to reassure me.
I make my way to the hotel wearing only what was requested, along with black-strapped shoes. I stand in the reception area for longer than I should, my stomach bubbling with new nerves, that I don’t understand. I make my way to the lift, tighten my jacket, and slip-through belt. I press the button with a trembling hand. The anticipation is growing as the lift music barely calms my nerves.
There is a sharp ping, and the doors open, and I start walking to the left. The numbers increase. Finally, I reach the door. I insert the card before my head has the chance to back out. I didn’t know this would happen, meeting a stranger like this, when we first start talking. It feels like we have known each other for a lifetime.
I want him to make me feel so safe that the decision to let go is easy and I give in completely to the desire that I hold, because it feels completely natural. My hand reaches for the door handle, and I enter.
The moment I see him standing by the window, turn and smile, most of my nerves evaporate away in the warm air. The door shuts and locks automatically. I step closer into the room as he walks closer to me. Glancing between the four-poster bed and me. He moves closer still, lifts my chin, slowly sliding his other hand around my neck and brings his lips so close to mine that he is just a mere breath away. My stomach fills with flutters. My hands stay by my side, and he presses his lips to mine. A most reverent kiss. My tongue finds his, and I taste the seductive sweetness of him. His hand moves lower to my belt, pulling it from the back. My jacket falls open, and strong, warm hands trace along the outline of my lace bra. Arousing more fire within me, as he brushes over my pert nipple. I can’t help the moisture between my legs any more than the moan escaping my lips. My hands reach around his back. I pull him closer. We part, and he looks me straight in the eye, holding the jacket belt.
“Do you have your safe word?” he whispers in a gentle deep tone. My heart skips a beat.
“312,” I whisper.
Him
I’d arrived at the hotel slightly later than planned, but still in good time. I’d taken off my jacket, loosened my tie, and undone the top button of my shirt, and poured myself a large whisky from the bottle of Bunnahabhain I’d just bought. I swirled it around the glass, watching the amber liquid glisten, wondering what might happen. How the evening might play out. I quickly laid out the toys that I have brought into the top drawer of the dresser. I was still not one hundred per cent sure she would turn up. Adding just a drop of water to the glass. I stare out of the window when I hear the key card in the door.
I turn as she enters. My God, she looks amazing, long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, coat held together with the belt and her legs showing beneath, with the black strapped shoes. My God, she was perfect, and by the looks of things, she has complied with my instructions.
I walk towards her, lift her chin, slide my other hand around her neck, and bring my lips close, a mere breath away. I can sense her anticipation as I press my lips against hers, my tongue finding hers. Lost in a deep, passionate kiss. Slowly, I undo the belt, savouring her body as the coat opens. She has complied fully, wearing the outfit I’d sent her. My hands trace over the lace cup of the bra, brushing her nipple, which hardens to my touch. A small moan escapes her mouth. She reaches for me, but I step away, holding the belt.
“Have you decided on your safe word, my minx?”
She replies, “312, Sir.” Smiling, I turn away and sit next to the table.
“Remove the coat; let me look at you.” She slips the coat off her shoulders she stands before me. “Are you nervous?”
“A little,” she replies, her Scottish accent music to my ears.
“Don’t be; it is what you want, isn’t it?”
“I think so. Sir,”
“At any time, if you wish to stop or feel unsure or uncomfortable, use your safe word. We will stop.”
Standing, I step towards her, I brush my hand through her hair, grabbing a fistful, I pull her head back and round, kissing her hard. “I want you to enjoy tonight, my slut,” I can see her nipples pushing on the lace. Reaching down, I pinch and twist her right nipple. She moans again, I slide my hand down over her stomach, cupping her pussy through the translucent material, I can feel the heat emanating from her centre. The material feels damp to my touch.
“Strip. I want you naked." Releasing her, I move away slightly, watching her intently. With trembling hands, she removes her bra and, pushing down her knickers, steps out of them. “Leave the shoes on, and kneel.” Obediently, she drops to her knees. “Hands behind your back.” She looks up at me, her eyes filled with lust. Standing before her, I slowly unzip myself; I’m already hard, and my cock springs out. A small movement forward, while maintaining eye contact, I touch the tip to her lips; she opens her mouth to take me in.
Her
As I lower myself to my knees, his hand wraps around my neck. I lick all the way from hilt to tip. Then my mouth takes him slowly. I moan all the way along when he hardens more. He pulls my hair back, removing me from his cock, and tilts my chin up to lock eyes with me.
“Would you like a taste of pleasure, slut? You will need to answer ‘no’ to everything I say as a little test of your mental agility. Would you like that?”
“No,” I reply firmly. I am in for a very interesting night. My stomach flutters more.
“Good, you are a quick learner, aren’t you?”
“No,” I say, and I see him smile wider than ever and lead me over to a dresser, near to a desk by the window. Oh lord, what is in there? I think to myself.
“Now open the drawer.” I am about to reach for the drawer, and he gently taps my ass. This is going to get hot very quickly. I then remember what’s supposed to happen.
“No.”
“Excellent,” he says and opens the drawer. I see loads of toys of all shapes and sizes to be entered anywhere. His hands begin to wander around the front of my body, chest first, just enough so I know that he is there and no more, brushing over my skin. “I’m going to use these on you; you can pick one. Would you like that?” I look at him, feeling a little stuck and slightly nervous about what to do at this point. He takes my hand, placing it in the drawer. The first thing I know I’m not scared of is the vibrator. I’m about to grasp it when he pulls my hand back.
“I’ve forgotten your blindfold," he says while he removes his tie, places the silk over my eyes, and guides my hand back in the drawer.
“Choose.” I’m trying to find it, and of course it’s gone. “You appear to be having some difficulty; will I choose for you?”
“No,” I reply. Then I feel something cold and hard, this will have to do, and I have absolutely no idea what it is, apart from long, round in areas and very cold.
“Nice choice. Now I am going to walk you to the bed and tie you up. Then I'm going to tease you endlessly. Does this sound like fun?”
“No,” I say quietly. I am led to the bed; obviously, I am a completely willing participant. I have wanted to know where this is going ever since I received the invitation. I am already extremely aroused by his dominance. My hands are placed above my head. My wrists are bound with soft material. I pull my hands down a bit, and the knots tighten. Aiding me further up the bed. Such a natural assertiveness with his words, however brief they are, like a sliver serpent easing into my head and by God, I want it all. I've checked my soul at the door, and here I am, the innocent lamb, and I've been blissfully hunted. He is getting deeper under my skin and hasn't even touched me yet. Then I feel it, the rush of more arousal when he climbs on the bed. He starts squeezing my aroused nipples tightly. I moan. His hand slips further down. Feeling me, and I know I'm absolutely dripping.
“You are so wet for me, aren't you, slut?”
“No.” Well, this is the turning point. I feel more tension in the air, sensing he settles between my legs.
“I have to agree you could be wetter. I'm going to taste you now.” Before I know it, his tongue has an unrelenting claim on my body, his slick appendage moving around me as if it has most definitely been there before, and as I can feel myself starting to peak, he pulls back his efforts only slightly. I moan more.
Him
I gently lick from the bottom of her sopping pussy to the top, pausing on her clitoris. Her moans increase. I stop licking.
“Answer me honestly, my minx: do you trust me?
She answers with a quiet but firm “Yes, sir, I do."
“And you know I would never let anyone do anything to you that you would not want."
"Yes, sir.” Again quiet but firm.
“Good.” I run my fingers over her pussy lips.
Grabbing hold of her ankles, I push them further apart, pulling soft rope from underneath the covers, and I tie her ankles to either side of the bed. She lies there blindfolded and helpless, her juices glistening in the half-light. I disregard the butt plug and take the vibrator she had chosen and gently insert it in her, making sure the little appendage rests on her clitoris. I watch her back arch in pleasure. I turn the toy on; a low hum fills the room. I look around, and with a delicious sense of irony, given her religious views, I grab the Gideon's Bible from the nightstand and use it to keep the vibrator in place. I get up off the bed, lean over and whisper,
“Enjoy my slut, tonight is for you.” I move away and walk to the door. “Don’t make a sound, don’t come, my minx; I’ll be back soon.” I walk out of the room, allowing the door to close behind me. I pause in the corridor to make sure there’s no shout of alarm. I make my way to the bar downstairs and order myself another whisky. Having been served, I take the glass back upstairs; it’s time to put my plan into action.
I slide the key card in and open the door. I can see her lying there open to me. “Come in,” I say, though there is no one there.
“Do not say a word; if you break the silence, the fun will stop; nod if you understand.” On hearing my voice and commands, she struggles against the ropes that bind her.
“Don’t struggle slut,” I say authoritatively. I move to the bed and run my fingers over her nipples; she gasps at my touch, and a small moan escapes her lips. I trace my index finger down over her stomach, over her smooth mound, and press the vibrator on her clitoris, a soft, light pressure, enough for her hips to arch.
Her
I have been left, and the pleasure is rising in the air. My wetness is pooling between my legs as the vibrations continue to deliver wave after wave of blissful, torturous pleasure. Then I hear the key card in the door and sir’s words, and my heart skips a beat at the thought of another in the room. I have a strong urge to ask questions. My mind wanders to all the endless possibilities. Then I hear his voice again.
“The woman always comes first,” he says as a matter of fact. I can’t see him. The restraints are tight enough to have my stomach fluttering wildly. His gentle pressure has a small shiver take hold. “We will not hurt you; I only want to please you, and in return you will give us what we want.” I hear in a low whisper as fingers expertly bring forth more of my obvious arousal. I moan. He stops. I whimper; he waits. I can hear rustling in the background. I know this is the moment clothes are being removed; I can only believe that they are down to the bone. I feel the weight change on the bed. The vibrations are removed. A small, pulsing relief flows through me. I sense my body relax a little and feel a pillow being placed under my hips.
The cool air in the room has my nipples already at a prominent peak, and I feel him slide his fingers across my waist as he blows on my very core. I feel hands slide over the top, and I weep more. I find myself contemplating if it is him or if he is letting another touch me. A face between my legs, taking a deep breath like they are inhaling my very soul, bringing me back to life. In one slow motion, I am in my own personal pleasurable hell. It is like they have a road map of how to torment every woman to surrender her soul for foreplay. Then send back up, a replacement that would walk the earth an unsatisfied mess for the rest of her days. The devil’s tongue continues to dance between my legs; a rush escapes me.
“You are extremely wet and silky. I can't wait to finish you." He gets right back to business, devoting his all to licking and flicking all the right spots. It's so intense. I try to get away; nothing helps the binding, and the pillow at my hips has me incapacitated. I know it's just a matter of time; my body starts doing what it knows best, and I feel the tongue being joined by a finger. My hips can no longer pull away. The pleasure is immeasurable. The buildup rises as my blood boils within my veins. My breathing quickens and my pulse pounds. The dedication and deliverance are immutable.
“Come. Do it now!” He demands; the thrusting of fingers is tipping me close to the edge, yet I can’t seem to let go, even though I am so close. The fingers continue their perfect pursuit of my body. I frantically shake my head. Knowing there is another in the room has me gripping on the binding, my hips trying to pull back, and, in my head, I keep saying, "Don't talk. Don’t speak!"
Sheer pleasure takes control as efforts speed their pace.
“Did I stutter, Slut? Do it now, or I will have the extreme pleasure of keeping you always almost to your bliss as often as I can.”
His words are dangerously pleasing to the mind; however, I feel him brush past my clit, a very subtle push and then he backs down and rises again. I am dancing within a silent scream, the bliss becoming too much to bear. Still, as I hop, skip and jump between needing to let go and holding a part of myself back repeatedly. Hot electric waves cascade through me. I can’t deny the inevitable. Fingers drive in and out in ravenous rhythm.
I can't let go quickly enough; I feel my body respond in the only way it knows how. I start to tremble and clench involuntarily. Then immediately I feel fingers withdraw and a blissful, warm, hard thickness enter me with gentle but deliberate force. My mind can’t help but wonder who it belongs to. Another part of me doesn’t care; it feels so good. Warm hands, still masterful all over my body, and as I feel sucks and licks on each prominent nipple, lips making their way to my neck, sucking and a graze of teeth. I am praying in my head like word vomit.
Lost in my own world of complete and utter ecstasy, a hand glides down to my clit. I don’t have a clue what he is doing with that, but he pulls another epic climax from my body like a most holy priest performing an exorcism. He keeps going softly, then hard, back, and forth, taking me to new peaks.
“Do you want to come again?” As he thrusts, I feel him in my stomach. I nod my head. I feel him unbind me, top and bottom; he pulls me off the bed and leads me by the hand, and I feel the desk. I’m bent over headfirst, and he enters me and fucks me hard and fast with his hand around my neck, pushing me onto the cold desk while his hand goes round my front right on the hot spot; my body starts to climb. “Cum for us, slut; cum on my cock. I want to feel the very moment you can no longer hold back.”
I don’t know how he knew, but he bit my neck. I let go, and he swiftly and softly flicks at my soul. I climax again so hard, my battle within woken by this miraculous man demanding something from me. I was hesitant to give. He pushes harder, and that’s it. I think I'm spent; he speeds up all his efforts and exhausts himself within. I have never been so full. I lean there, all bent, glistening in more than body sweat; he removes himself from my pulsing body, and aftershocks claim me. I hear the door open and close; my heart continues to race. I am lifted into the shower. The blindfold still covers my eyes; he smells like lust mixed with lavender. I've never felt such relief.
“You may talk. Water?” he asks
“Yes, please. Sir," I whisper.
Him
“Did you enjoy that, my slut?” I ask as I turn on the shower.
“Yes, sir,” she replies.
“Good, now let's get you cleaned up before we go for dinner; can’t have you smelling freshly fucked now, can we?”
I gently wash each and every part of her sexy body, paying particular attention to her pussy and ass, knowing that later I will claim her ass as mine as well.
I can feel myself getting hard again. I remove her blindfold and push her shoulders down so she is kneeling in the shower basin like the good slut she is becoming. She understands and takes me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. She looks up, careful not to get water in her eyes, and makes eye contact with me. God, she’s beautiful, I think to myself. How lucky am I to have found her and even luckier that she allows me and wants me to treat her as a slut.
I can feel my balls begin to tighten, so I grab her hair, I pull her off my cock and turn off the shower. I pull her out of the bathroom with us dripping water over the floor and push her onto the bed. She lands and immediately spreads her legs. Grabbing each leg and holding them apart, opening her up completely, I push into her with one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt in her sweet pussy. A smile plays on her lips, knowing that she has me exactly where she wants me. I may be her sir and she my slut, but there is a deeper connection.
Her
I feel sir pushing into me; it feels like something completely dreamlike. He has shown me such a different way. He pulls out slightly, I already feel empty.
“I am gonna worship every inch of you.” He says in my ear as he braces himself, and his forearm is beside my head, and his other is on his cock. Holding it in my entrance. I feel the warmth, the strength; his eyes dilate, and I brace myself for what’s to come. I grasp the sheets, and I close my eyes.
“Look at me when I take you,” he demands. I look instantly, and I feel him again break in slowly, deliberately. I feel him. I want to be good for him. I feel the tip move in and out. With my eyes on him, I hope that he doesn’t still see the nerves; I feel a bit of sensitive pain, a little pressure. I can’t hold my tongue anymore.
“This is my first time, like this, tonight with someone that’s not my husband,” I whisper. I know he heard me; his jaw clenches as the words hit his mind. I see his eyes change from complete possession to something loving and coveted. He pulls back a little to see me, and I look at him. Hoping I didn’t do anything wrong.
“Your first time is with me?” He strokes my cheekbone, tilts his head with the weight of what I am really giving him. “Then, I’m gonna take care of you. Slowly, gently. Use your safe word if it gets too much. Understand?”
I feel him stop, watch me and wait. I nod my head, and I feel him hold my face in his hands, watching me closely. He moves within me slowly; it is agonisingly slow, overwhelming. Stretching me from the inside. His breathing becomes deeper; the more he makes it deeper still. I see the restraint in his eyes; he is holding back.
“Breathe, relax for me.” He says, his head leaning on mine, and I do relax a little, and I feel him deliberately moving with more restraint. It is killing me softly. I look around for something to grasp as the pleasure becomes intense. Then I feel his hand hold mine above my head. His grip firm but gentle, each thrust deliberate and more controlled. I can’t look anywhere apart from his eyes “That’s it. Eyes on me,” he whispers as a soft command. I watch beads of sweat form on his skin. He fights to remain at the same speed; I know he wants to go faster and claim me as the animals do. “You’re so tight, so perfect,” he says, and he shifts a little, making me gasp for air. His hand traces down my side, possessive and reverent. “This is mine now. You’re all mine,” he growls in my ear. A chill rides up my neck in waves as his lips kiss their way along my skin. He builds pressure up gradually, and the intensity of it all makes me groan.
“More, please. I want to feel all of you.” I beg. I feel his restraint shatter like a glass falling to the ground. A low growl leaves his chest like he is still thinking that we need to go slow. His hands release my wrists, and he positions himself and holds my hips. He pulls back and thrusts with a new intensity, still very controlled. Calculated.
“You want more?” he asks, dominance lacing his whole physique now, his eyes dangerous, the bed creaking under the pressure of him moving deeper and harder, and his motions unrelenting as I accept him.
“Take it, slut,” he states as his hand splays across my stomach. Sweat glistens on his body, his eyes on me possessively as he fills me with his intense hunger as I finally find my release. “Tell me how it feels; tell me you are mine.” He demands, as I see him hanging on to his own pleasure like a fated thread, and I own the scissors. My hands reach his shoulder blades, and his muscles tighten with every move.
“It feels fabulous, I love the feeling of your thick cock so deep inside me. Sir, I am yours,” I say, and I see delicious intentions in his eyes and a longing for the future to come. His hand tightens on my hip, and I feel myself surrendering to him more and more. A smile breaks over his face. The thrusts become primal, powerful, possessive, and articulate.
“Mine,” he growls, and the word seeps into my body as if now. I have just risen from the dead. His lips reach my neck, and I feel like I am going to pass out; I’m begging my own body to stay here in this moment. His hand reaches my neck, and he squeezes tight and gentle, making me look right into his eyes.
“You’re going to feel me for days. Every time you move, you’re going to remember who you burn for and belong to,” he whispers.
Then he moves back, I see his eyes, and I know he means every word, each movement now more daring, feral. “Come for me again, slut. I want to feel you fall apart around me.” He says. I can still see from the look on his face that he is getting closer to his own release but is waiting for mine. I am close to the edge; I can feel my body slowly losing its grip on itself. This is blown out the window. When he looks at my expression, he slides his hand between us. Touching the exact spot, I need him in the most; he keeps its steady motion, only adding to the fireworks that begin to course through me. My body is climbing, and now I feel the fire in my veins. He doesn’t let up; there is no escape; my body is breaking all around him. I try to pull him closer.
“That’s it; give me everything,” I hear in the distance. I’m lost in my own ecstasy as I feel his chest rise and fall, going through his own turmoil tornado of pleasure, losing his own last stitch of control. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he states as his movements become erratic, and I can feel him grasp at me as if to pull me further on him, making me feel his own need. Slowly, his head rests on mine, and our breathing syncs. His hands come off my neck, and I see his eyes looking right at me as his hands cup my chin. “You will always be mine.” He states in a whisper. I feel my face is flushed. My legs feel like jelly, and I’m so pleased.
“Am I going home now?” His arm pulls the soft covers over us both, and I hear him in my ear.
“No.”
His voice is deep and dripping with command. His fingers travel over my bare shoulder, and I feel tingles shooting all down my spine.
“You’re staying here tonight. With me.”
He pulls me closer still, right next to his warmth, and I feel his heart beating through me like a gentle lullaby my brain never wants to forget.
“…I’m not done with you yet.”
His words, calculated specifically to stir my body into a frenzy. There is a flutter in my heart. My eyes become heavy. I’m not going to make it to dinner.
“I want this moment to last,” I whisper as I hold his arm a little tighter within mine. He doesn’t say a word; he breathes deeply, and his grip clings tighter.
“This moment will last as long as you need it to slut,” he promises, but I know that I will fall asleep, and tomorrow is a different day.
“Sleep; I’ve got you,” he says, and he kisses my shoulder. The only sounds I hear are our breathing and the wind outside blowing through the trees. The darkness takes me.
