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“Strip.”
I turned to see her closing the door of the hotel room. Was I mistaken? Had she spoken or was I hearing things? I opened my mouth to speak but she held up her hand halting the action.
“Strip. I hate repeating myself.”
I put my things on the table next to where I stood. Exhaling, I hoped that my nerves would calm before she got to this point. She could be quite demanding but I thought that I’d have a second to warm up to her presence.
“I’m adding up the infractions as you hesitate. Please, take your time. I’ve got all night to punish you.”
I shook my head trying to get myself in motion but I couldn’t make myself obey. Was it stage freight? I exhaled slowly once again. It wasn’t her. It had just been so long since…
I watched each step that she took toward me. It was precise, controlled, and calculating. She was the tigeress and I was her prey. She stalked me in a circle, moving steadily. I didnt dare to look up into her eyes for fear of what I would see. Her will surrounded me intimidating my rebellious nature that once engulfed the room. Her dominance reached out to caress my submission making me pant in need.
“There she is.” She taunted. “Bring her out to play, My treaure.”
I melted at the endearment knowing that I was going to give her anything that she wanted. Her face invaded my space as she sniffed the side of my neck. She moved closer dragging the tip of her nose across my neck. I held back my moans trying not to break under pressure.
“Your clothing is filthy and better not touch my face. Not a surprise since they are on a dirty girl.”
I groaned. Embarrassment reddened my cheeks as my sex pulsed from the compliment. When her nose moved down toward my collar, I hurriedly unbuttoned it and slid it from my arms without grazing her. She licked over the swell of my ripe breasts and my brain short circuit. She kissed and sucked causing me to purr in response. I wanted her to continue, needed her to so badly that I almost forgot to remove my bra. Quickly, I removed it before she reached the edges of the black lace, pulling it behind me to dispose. Heat encased my nipple seconds before I threw my head back to thrust my chest outward. I couldn’t breathe and still I tried to beg for more. I was suspended on edge as she teased the the second most sensitive part of my body. The orgasm that my body craved began to coil slowly, wickedly. Whimpers escaped when she switched to the other waiting peak. Moisture pooled between my thighs demanding the attention of her mouth there as well. I shivered in need of more knowing she’d take her time. Whatever that meant.
She licked down the valley between my globes of euphoria to my soft belly. The tingling ceased when she nipped me causing me to giggle in content. I started to protest when I realized that my skirt was in her way. I reached behind me, unzipped, and then let it ease to the floor. I then lowered my panties and was about to remove my garter when her groan stopped me.
“Leave the garter, thigh highs, and heels.” She instructed. I nodded afraid to disturb her perusing.
Kisses to my thighs and hips prepared me for kiss to my mound just before her tongue reached for my folds. A firm slap to my ass put me in gear to part my legs and then her tongue delved into the slices of my forbidden fruit. My legs grew weaker lick by lick. I reached for something to hold on to and found that her shoulders were my only life line. I held on heaving, writhing.
She stood suddenly, pushing my back against the nearest wall. My leg was raised over her hip just before I was penetrated by the cock she retrieved from her open fly. Black to match her pants, I almost didn’t see it before I was filled. I screamed as a new wave of pleasure filled me. She moved inside me easily, steadily, and taking all she needed.
I panted, begged, thanked and even moved my hips to take more of her. The building speed of my orgasm increased and I welcomed it. I chanted her name like she was a God that I needed to repent to. I grew closer to the edge and just before I could come, she pulled out.
“No!” I exclaimed.
She grabbed my hair and pulled me to the desk. Sitting me on top, she roughly spread my legs and entered me again. I arched my back into her thrusts helping me to regain my footing on the pending orgasm. She never let go of my hair and she smacked the sides of my breasts. I crooned for even more. She let go of my hair and lifted my legs to her shoulders. My thighs trembled as she hit the most delicious spot.
I held on to the desk guiding my orgasm as it pounded it’s way to the surface. Just before release she slid out again.
“No!” I cried. Huge temper tantrum tears slid down my face at the denial. Her chuckle was mockery that I hated and craved at the same damn time.
She turned me on to my stomach, bent over the desk.
“What a fine sight.” She spanked me thoroughly. Sparing nothing and it too fed my desires.
Shame dripped from my cunt putting me in just the right state of mind. This was her game to play. She made the rules. I was merely the board she chose to play on. Again she entered me when I was nice and primed with painfully awakened skin that burned in the most devine ways. Hard deep thrusts were delivered to my sensitized cunt. My face was a mess of tears that begged of forgiveness and mercy.
Her motions hastened. My heart rate increased. She was seconds from her orgasm and so was I. I arched my back and gripped her cock. My moans turned in to screams as she delivered more blows. She pulled my hair and leaned forward.
“Hold that orgasm, dirty girl. It’s not permitted.”
I screamed in shock as she bucked away. My orgasm mounted and I struggled to fight it back. Her moans were just as loud as mine and it stirred me on. Not good. I held on to the desk praying for a respite.
“Please.” I begged. But my pleas went unanswered.
I cried harder wanting to obey. The harder I begged to more it aroused her. I heard the hitch in her moan as she came hard and loud. Shock settled in as her movements ceased and she leaned over me spent from her orgasm. Panting and groaning helped me not as I stared at the wall in disbelief. She stood pulling out of me and my juices trickled down my legs. Used.
Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes into moments. I heard her disposing of the strap-on she wore and then fixing her clothes.
“Put your clothes back on, treasure. I’m starving and you’re taking me for food.”
Obediently I did as I was told. Hesitancy had left my psyche the moment she’d taken over. Dressed I walked to the door where she stood waiting. I hadn’t been allowed to clean myself making me feel more used.
She pinned me to the wall giving me the best reward. Kisses were pulled from me letting me know just how pleased she was. She tasted of me but still all her. She gripped my ass giving me promises of more later. The tenderness from my spanking would keep the sexual hum alive and well through dinner.
“Mine.”
I whimpered while nodding as I lay my head on her shoulder.
“Yours.”
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