7pm at the hotel" was all his text had
said. She walked into the hotel lobby shaking
the rain from her umbrella. It hadn't stopped
raining all day. Moisture drenched the air with
a close humidity that made her thin cotton T-shirt
cling uncomfortably. She checked in at reception
and gratefully took the room cardkey with thoughts
of a refreshing shower at the forefront of her
mind. As she walked towards the lift her mobile
beeped with a new text message. "Black
spiky heels, seamed stockings as instructed."
She smiled inwardly. That had been straightforward.
No issues there. She had both natural and black
stockings just in case.
Once on the second floor she clicked open the
door to her room and switched on the light.
She lay down on the bed, on her back, arms and
legs stretching out attempting to fill the soft
space. The room was silent except for the low
undertone of the air-conditioning. Suddenly
the quiet was cut through with the high pitch
of her mobile announcing another text message.
"I trust you are aroused and wet. I have
your paddle and a blindfold ready." She
always felt the same heady mix of anticipation
and restlessness. No need to reply, he'd know
she was more than stirred at the thought of
this meeting.
She pushed herself up off the bed and headed
for the shower. The rain continued relentlessly
as his Lotus swept into the car park from the
main road. Looking out of the window as he walked
from the car, her rose-pink lips smiled broadly.
Should she go down to reception to meet him?
Would he come up to the room? He'd decide, so
she stayed where she was and finished getting
dressed. She was adding a second layer of mascara
when another text message came through to her
phone. "Come down to the bar. We will have
a drink."
"Ok, we'll have a drink", she thought
as she left the room. The bar was towards the
back of the building, tucked behind the restaurant.
Low lighting and supple leather seating gave
an intimate atmosphere, far removed from the
glass and art-gallery feel of the main hotel
lobby. He was sitting at one of the small side
tables and stood up to catch her eye as she
negotiated the few steps down to the bar area.
A quick, almost dismissive, kiss and they sat
down. There were already drinks on the table,
a whisky and a cloudy cocktail.
"Drink it", he said, "you'll
like it".
She took some and the alcohol warmed the back
of her throat. She licked her lips and caught
the salty taste from the rim of the glass. He'd
known she needed something with a forceful kick.
They chatted lightly, about nothing in particular,
the rain and the ease of booking the room online.
Then, without warning, he moved his hand under
the table and steadily up her thigh, raising
the hemline of her short dress. First he reached
the tops of her stockings and played with the
suspenders for a moment. He went higher and
found she was not wearing panties and her pussy
was wet, smooth and shaved.
"Good girl", he murmured, smiling.
No matter how hard she tried to fight it those
two words melted her inside. She was immediately
aware of the hot liquidity between her legs
as he expertly used his fingertips on her sex.
Everyone else in the bar disappeared or became
willing voyeurs as he increased the pressure
on her sensitive bud. She looked straight into
his velvet-brown eyes, her expression reflecting
every movement of his fingers.
"Can we go upstairs?" she asked breathlessly.
"Not until you come," he said.
She felt vulnerable and safe at the same time.
His fingers rubbed her juices into her responsive
skin. He pushed inside her sharply, with force.
Looking into his eyes she fought against losing
all control but understood she'd no choice.
She bit her lip as she fell over the tipping
point pushing hard into his hand as she came,
thankful that new people had joined the crowd
in the corner and loud laughter filled the bar
overpowering her own low moan.
"Finish your drink and we'll go upstairs",
he said removing his hand from beneath the table.
"Yes", was all she could reply as
she shakily picked up her glass.
The cocktail had been particularly strong and
made her lightheaded as they left the bar. She
leant against him for support, hands on his
arm in the lift and along the hallway. Opening
the door, he quickly found the light controls
and the room filled with a purple haze. After
retrieving some items from a sports bag and
laying them out, he put his jacket on the back
of a chair. She picked up the leather paddle
from the bed. She brought it to him saying nothing
at all. Her eyes told him all he needed to know.
She needed spanking. Her needs matched his.
"Take off the dress", he instructed.
She took off the dress without a sound. He ran
a hand over her firm arse as if moulding and
sculpting the shape. She stood by the wall,
in black bra, seamed stockings and heels, arching
her back to offer herself to him.
"In a moment", he said going over
to the bed. He brought over lubricant and a
jewelled butt plug. Circling her clit with his
fingers he brought waves of electricity over
her again. Easing the plug gently and slowly
inside her anus, she gasped. New sensations
flooded over her, she felt full, fuller than
ever before. She then wondered if the plug was
secure but it seemed to stay in place. He picked
up the paddle and started gently. A few light
hits which made her pussy tingle with delight.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
"Yes", was all she could reply.
Then with more strength he gave four strikes
in quick succession which made her fill the
room with a short sharp scream and brought red
heat to the cheeks of her arse.
"Is that what you want?" he questioned,
speaking straight into her ear.
Not waiting on an answer he started spanking
her again. Four more times, another brief scream,
louder. She was beginning to feel the pain and
wondered how much more she could take.
"Easy", she managed to remember to
say.
He rubbed the hot skin of her arse soothingly
and the throbbing eased. Another two hits, firm
but with less force, below the others, at the
undercurve of her buttocks.
"I need to fuck you now," he said
with urgency, "Now!"
He threw the paddle on the floor, removed the
butt plug tenderly with care, and immediately
entered her from behind, bending her over. She
felt the strength in his arms as he held her
hips and pulled her towards him with each thrust.
He reached deep, deep inside her. His hard,
strong cock penetrating her right up to his
balls. She kept her hands on the wall, giving
her purchase to meet his body. Short staccato
sounds came from her throat with each forceful
drive. He withdrew and came over her red-striped
arse, the spunk trailing down the backs of her
thighs, moistening the lace tops of her stockings.
He gave a groan, kissed the nape of her neck
and turned her round to kiss her firmly on the
mouth.
He pulled away from her and changed the colour
of the lighting to a deep blue, surprisingly
giving the bed a warmth which was inviting.
"I think you deserve a reward. What would
you enjoy?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.
He moved to the bottom of the bed and she laughed
softly, moving towards him on all fours. Kissing
all the way up his stomach, flicking at his
nipples, she then straddled his face, raising
herself high. He held her thighs firm and caressed
her arse while he started slowly dragging his
lips on her vulva. She begged him to continue.
Then with his tongue he teased all over her
sopping wet pussy. It was now pitch black outside
and the floor-to-ceiling windows acted as a
giant mirror reflecting the tension in her body
and then her ecstasy as he probed deep, fucking
her with his tongue. She screamed as she had
earlier in the evening but this time with an
orgasmic release that forced her to collapse
on the bed, falling at his side, breathless,
complete.
After breakfast of warm croissants and hot coffee
in the white light of the dining area, he checked
out while she stood at his side.
"Same room booking next month sir?"
smiled the young receptionist.
"Yes please", he said with a wink,
walking out into the autumn sunshine.
