I locked the latch on the suite door behind us. I unbuttoned my jacket and turned to see her walk towards the dresser. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was a mix of curls and straight, every inch of it seemingly perfect.

She glanced my way with a smile on her face as she took off her earrings. I could hear the clink as each was placed on the dresser.

“You can come in, you know,” she said.

I smiled nervously and walked into the bedroom area, fingers running over the lamp and phone. 

“Only place you still see landlines,” I murmured.

“What’s that?” She turned to me, running her hands down her sides to smooth out the dress.

I shook my head.

“Dinner was good,” I said, changing the subject. I sat down on the side of the bed. “I’m still not a wine guy, though.”

“We’ll try something different next time,” she said, walking over to me, "but I respect your appreciation of a well-made cocktail.”

“Nothing beats a good old-fashioned," I chuckled.

“Mmm,” she replied. She leaned over, put her well-manicured hands on mine, and looked down at me.

“Stand up,” she said.

I moved my head for a moment, pretending to crack my neck.

“I…” I whispered.

“Stand. Up.” She said more firmly, hands on her hips.

Weakly, I stood up and stared at the wall. She took my hand in hers, nails grazing against my skin, and walked me over to the dresser near her earrings. She had me turn away from the mirror and face the bed.

“Take it out,” she said.

I paused.

She reached up and rested a hand on my cheek. I felt her nails graze my skin.

"You wanted to learn what it's like to be on this side of it. I know so much of this is new, but you've done so well so far. Don't stop now," she said. She casually ran a finger over the top of her chest. I swallowed.

My hand drifted below my belt. Unsteadily, I unzipped my pants. I could feel the fabric pressing against every part of my legs at that moment. It was all I could think about as I pulled it out, already semi-erect.

She sat down in the chaise in the corner and pulled out her phone.

“Stroke it,” she said while swiping.

I started to sit down on the bed.

“No,” she said calmly. “Keep standing. You know better.”

“Yes, Miss.” The words came out of my mouth without thought.

I stood there quietly, staring straight ahead, as my hand moved up and down my shaft. I could feel it harden more as I weakened at the knees, but I knew all she wanted was for me to stroke. So I kept standing, and I kept stroking.

I heard myself breathe out loud after several minutes.

She smiled at the sound but kept using her phone. Without lifting her head, her hand reached up to her left breast through her little black dress. The long tips stroked the outline of her nipple, which had been popping out through the fabric all night.

“See anything you like?” She asked nonchalantly.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Yes, what?” She raised an eyebrow and looked at me.

“Yes, Miss. I see something I like.”

“Good sub. Keep stroking for me.”

“Yes, Miss.”

I looked down to see my cock throbbing; I watched my own hand move up and down without hesitation. It felt more and more like watching someone else; the more I watched, the more distant I felt. And that distance felt more and more peaceful.

Then I realized my cock was getting wet. I moaned.

She looked up from her phone with a smile on her face.

“Look at you, sub,” she said.

“Yes, Miss,” I replied mindlessly.

She stood up and walked over. Her hair seemed to shimmer in the lighting of the pricey hotel lamps. Her body seemed to vibrate as she moved closer. Without thinking, I looked down her dress. She put her fingers under my chin and lifted my head.

“Eyes up,” she ordered.

“Yes, Miss.”

She stood in front of me, staring into my eyes. She turned her head slightly and then looked down as one of her fingers circled her breast and nipple again.

“You’re doing very well, sub.”

“Thank you, Miss," I panted.

She reached down, took my hands off my cock, and gently ran a single finger along my shaft. She took her time, that long-nailed finger tracing lines along it.

“Mmm,” she murmured. Then she put my hands back on my cock and turned back to walk to the chair. She sat down.

“You know what is going to happen tonight, yes?” She asked while going back to her phone.

I nodded my head anxiously.

“Say it,” she snapped, eyes aflame in my direction.

“Yes, Miss. I know what’s going to happen tonight.”

“I don’t like repeating myself,” she said, “and you know that.”

“Yes, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss.”

She paused from her phone, looked at me, and started tracing her nipple again. “I know how you want these. You’ve told me multiple times. But if you ever want to touch one, for even the shortest of moments, you’ll do better. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss. I’ll do better, Miss.” The words flew out of my mouth without thinking. I felt a complete loss of control at that point, my mind spinning. I’ve made others feel that way many times, but nothing like this had ever happened to me before.

“Keep going,” she said, "and tell me what you think is going to happen tonight.”

I let out several quick breaths.

“You invited another man here, Miss.”

"Yes, I did, sub.” She squeezed her breast through her dress.

“You’re going to make me kneel in front of him.”

“Mmm. Continue,” she said, reaching under the dress to her breast.

“You’re going to order me to go down on him, Miss.”

“And you’re going to do it, aren’t you, sub? You’re going to obey, aren’t you?” She pulled one breast out of the dress and smiled at me.

“Yes, Miss," I said, stroking harder than before.

"Are you going to do it because you want to, or because I’m going to tell you to?” She asked, pinching her nipple.

“Both, Miss. I want it in my mouth, Miss. I think about it so much.”

She pinched her breast again as her eyes rolled back slightly.

“Tell me more,” she whispered, both hands on her breasts, her blonde hair curled around her face.

I breathed hard. “I need it. I need to taste it, to feel it throb, to feel it stretch between my lips. Please, Miss. I need it so bad.”

“Mmm. Good sub.”

A knock came on the hotel door. I stopped jerking off and looked at her. She shook her head to refocus, stood up, and smoothed out the sides of her dress again. She walked past me, a single finger casually grazing my cock.

She smiled up at me.

“Don’t stop,” she said, and walked towards the door.

My hands kept moving as I watched her body move. I couldn’t stop staring, as my heart beat so loud I could hear it through my chest. Almost in slow motion, I saw her turn the latch and open the door. A man in a suit caressed her face and walked into the suite.

He leaned down to kiss her cheek as I felt a flash of jealousy. She wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “Thank you for coming.”

He chuckled with a low voice. “Of course. Anything for you.”

She took his hand and brought him over to me. He stood in front of me, between my half-naked body and the bed.

She reached down with one hand and gently wrapped it around my cock. I could feel those nails again, and it made me want to explode. With the other hand, she squeezed her breast through the dress.

“It’s time,” she said.

“Yes, Miss.”

She smiled up at me as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the ground. She stood next to him, arm wrapped around his back.

“Kneel,” she whispered, fingers stroking her breasts again as he started to stroke his cock.

I inhaled slowly.

“Yes, Miss.”

I kneeled.