It wasn’t the first time they had been together, just the first time they’d bothered with a hotel room. Previous encounters had been brief, tawdry romps in the back seat of her SUV in the parking lot of whatever taverns they met at for drinks. Clever fingers and talented tongues provided hurried, lusty orgasms for two lovers who needed release. It had always been decadently delicious.

But tonight, they wouldn’t need to rush. Tonight, they would savor each other.

Tonight, he would own her. She would be his to use.

A shiver went down her spine as she undressed, leaving her clear come-fuck-me heels on as instructed. Her red hair hung in loose curls that spilled over her shoulders just the way he liked. She did a quick mirror check to ensure she was ready for him. Pleased with what she saw, she gave herself a cheeky wink and waited for his arrival.

Anticipation had her practically dripping, but she knew better than to touch herself. That had been expressly forbidden, and she was, if nothing else, the consummate good girl. She’d follow the rules as laid out for her, and in return, he’d give her as much pleasure and pain as she could handle. She closed her eyes for a moment and envisioned him ravishing her.

A loud knock brought her out of her reverie. She took a deep breath and moved to open the door.

For a panicked moment, she considered her humiliation if it wasn’t her lover knocking. Shaking her head and ditching that ridiculous notion, she opened the door to find Sir standing there.

A wicked grin spread across his face at the sight of his sexy, submissive slut. With the door still open, she backed up, knelt before him, and lowered her gaze. His already aroused manhood stiffened to rock-hard status as he bent his head down to kiss each pert nipple. Knowing that she had this effect on him was a heady feeling.

Closing the door behind him, he reached into his inside jacket pocket, produced a collar, and slipped it around her neck. From the other pocket, he grabbed a leash that he clipped onto the collar’s ring. The act of claiming her as his was so intensely intimate and incredibly arousing for both Dom and sub.

Without a word, he tugged firmly at the leash. She crawled on her hands and knees as he led her to the bed. Once there, she rested back on her heels with her ankles crossed. She tucked her arms behind her back, straightened her back and shoulders, and thrust her breasts out for him. Finishing the Nadu display position, she lifted her chin high but lowered her gaze.

So close. Almost perfect. But not quite.

He slapped her tits harshly, and instantly she realized her faux pas. Quickly, she brought her arms forward and rested her hands on her widely spread thighs, palms upward.

His hand caressed the side of her face lovingly, letting her know he was pleased with her correction. He stood before her, unzipping his trousers, freeing his erect member from its confines, and rubbing it on her face.

A throaty purr escaped her lips. She loved his cock and was always happy to be given the opportunity to worship it during a session. But as much as she wanted to suck it, she waited patiently until he gave her the command to open her mouth.

Grabbing two handfuls of red hair, he pushed into her throat until her nose touched his belly. He held her head against his body, knowing full well that he’d cut off her ability to breathe. Backing out, he felt a rush of lust wash over him as she gasped, filling her lungs with much-needed air.

He repeated the process several times, each time pushing deeper into her throat. Acclimated to the forceful thrusts, she purred each time the head of his cock lodged itself, nearly making him cum.

He stopped abruptly, wanting time to play with her before he blew his wad. Grabbing the leash, he guided her onto the bed on all fours with her ass in the air. He spanked each cheek in rapid succession, marveling at how this caused her pussy to glisten.

As he continued to redden her luscious ass, juices pooled, then dripped, as the scent of her arousal filled the air.

It was intoxicating.

With his balls full and aching for release, he grabbed her hips and plunged into her, opening her up in ways that made her eyes roll back in her head. His wasn’t the longest cock she’d ever had, but it was the girthiest. Each thrust stretched her pussy as he moved in deliberate strokes, getting her warmed up.

She moaned and purred as he worked his way into her until he was balls deep in her slutty little cunt. He slapped her ass a few more times before taking hold of her haunches to brace himself as he picked up the pace.

His cock rammed into her repeatedly, until she was brimming with need. She caught their reflection in the mirror as he fucked her hard and deep. Her body flailed like a ragdoll with her tits bouncing and swaying with every thrust; it looked and felt decadent.

Just when he feared he might break her, he felt the familiar tug of his testicles tightening. He thought briefly about pulling out and coating her ass with ropes of his sticky seed. But her cunt felt too good as her silky, wet walls gripped him like a vise.

He felt her quake as her orgasm ripped through her body, and came along with her, growling lustfully as he emptied himself deep inside her cunt.

They collapsed together on the bed, still panting.

She was the most incredible submissive he’d ever had; she sated his lust like no other.

She was his to use, and he enjoyed her fiercely.

What a shame they were married to other people.