A New Master?

*note* I M30s write these stories to my wife F30s about my wife, its my fantasy with her as the focus. I had to rush the last 30% of this one, I planned on going more in depth but my wife is aroused by other stories so I will drop this one, I hope someone else enjoys it. *end note*

I'm driving us both home after our long-overdue dinner date, my hand resting on your thigh. "You looked really good tonight. I'm glad you wore what I bought for you," I say, stealing a glance at you.

You roll your eyes, a playful smile on your lips. "Oh, shut up. You're just hoping to get some when we get back. Focus on driving," you tease, and I laugh, giving your leg a gentle squeeze.

But I've got other plans. I've been thinking about this all day, and now it's time to pull off the surprise.

As we cruise down the familiar streets, I take a left instead of the usual right toward our house. You notice right away.

"Wait... where are you going?" you ask, sitting up straighter, your eyes narrowing as you look over at me.

I can feel the excitement building inside, but I play it cool. "Just trust me," I say, my smile giving me away.

"What do you mean, 'trust you'? We're supposed to be going home!"

I keep my eyes on the road, feeling your curiosity grow with every block we pass. "You'll see," I say, my voice steady, even though I can barely contain how eager I am for what comes next.

Eventually, I pull into a hotel parking lot.

"You got us a room?" you ask in surprise.

"Yup, a master suite with all the extras," I say, handing you a room key. "We're already checked in--room A330."

You take the key from me, caught off guard but smiling, clearly excited at the thought of a night in a nice hotel. I drive toward the building where our room is, glancing over at you. "Go ahead up, I'll drop you off and park the car."

You find the room and let yourself in, your breath catching as you take in how spacious and elegant it is. The plush couch calls to you, and you sink into it, letting out a long sigh. Leaning your head back, you allow yourself to relax, closing your eyes for just a moment.

"Good, you made it," a deep voice says from somewhere near the kitchen.

Your eyes snap open, heart suddenly pounding. The voice carries an accent you can't quite place, and it's definitely not your husband's.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I thought this was the room my husband booked," you stammer, standing up quickly, panic rising in your chest.

"Don't panic, you're in the right room. Sit back down," he says calmly, his tone firm but not unkind.

The authority in his voice and the confidence with which he addresses you cause you to ease yourself back down, though you don't take your eyes off him. Your heart is still racing, but the panic begins to subside. You take a moment to really look at this unknown man.

He's sharply dressed--slacks, polished dress shoes, a crisp white button-up, and an unbuttoned black blazer, giving off a semi-casual but still composed vibe. He looks to be in his fifties, his hair graying at the sides but neatly groomed. Despite his age, it's clear he's still very active, fit, and strong.

When your eyes meet his, a shiver runs down your spine. It's like he's staring straight into your soul, like he knows more about you than you'd want a stranger to know. You quickly glance away, unease creeping back in.

"What is thi--" you begin to ask, but he cuts you off, his tone firm yet calm.

"Don't speak. Just listen," he says, settling into the chair across from you. He places a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table, the quiet sound of the cork popping already done, as if this moment had been prepared long before you arrived.

He fills both glasses and slides one to you "Drink, you need to settle your nerves" he says. You quietly grab a glass, taking a long swallow of wine before placing it back down. Your mind is racing, you're scared, excited, and wondering what the hell I got you in to.

"Decisions," he murmurs, almost to himself, his eyes focused on the wine swirling in his glass. After a brief pause, he looks up and continues, his voice low.

"You have to make so many decisions every day. So many obligations to others. Is the house clean? Does your husband need anything? Are there events you need to plan? What about your son--does he have anything for school? Do you have enough groceries?" He lists them off slowly, each one hitting a familiar chord within you. "The list never ends, does it? There's always a decision to be made, always something pulling at your attention."

He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in. His eyes meet yours as he speaks again, softer this time. "It feels like too much sometimes, doesn't it?"

You feel your breath catch in your chest as the truth of his words settles over you. Without realizing it, you nod, the smallest of movements, but enough for him to see.

"That is what tonight is about" he says while locking his eyes onto yours, a slight smirk on his face. You feel a pang of fear intertwined with excitement. "What is that supposed to mean?" You breath, he stands and approaches you, taking your chin in his hand and forcing you to look up at him. His hand is warm and gentle as he holds you there gazing down at you.

"Tonight, you won't be making any decisions--just obeying. Your only obligation is to me," he murmurs, his voice a quiet command.

The words hit you hard. You stand abruptly, heart racing, backing yourself toward the door. Fear pulses through you, but so does something else--curiosity, intrigue, the undeniable pull of the unknown. He's handsome, confident, and the thought of what he might do lingers in your mind. But no--you shake your head, trying to focus. You know you can't stay. You need to leave.

"I can't--I don't want any part of this," you stutter, your voice shaky as you move toward the door.

But he follows, closing the distance with deliberate, measured steps. Your back presses against the door, and your breath quickens as his voice, calm and unwavering, slices through the air. "You can. And you do. I knew it the moment you laid your eyes on me."

Your hand fumbles behind you, desperately searching for the door handle, your mind spinning. "My husban--" you manage to stammer, but your voice is weak, trembling.

He cuts you off, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. "Gave you to me."

You stand there frozen, his words echoing in your mind. Before you can fully process them, he leans in close, his beard lightly grazing your cheek as his breath warms your ear. "Let go," he whispers, the words sinking deep into you.

A rush of heat spreads through your body at the feeling of his breath on your skin. Your heart pounds, and for a moment, you know you need to leave, before your willpower fails entirely.

"I can't," you whisper, the words barely audible as you start to turn away. But before you can take a step, his hands move swiftly, gripping your wrists and pinning them against the door. His lips crash into yours, deep and hungry, and the world fades away.

You don't resist. Instead, you melt into his kiss, your body responding without hesitation. Warmth blooms inside you, spreading like fire, and in that moment, you realize you don't want him to stop. You kiss him back, losing yourself in the intensity of it all.

He releases you, stepping back to give you space. You're left standing there, your chest rising and falling as you struggle to catch your breath, still reeling from what just happened. Your mind races--how did it come to this? What are you even feeling?

"I won't stop you," he says calmly, his voice steady, almost gentle now. "You can leave if you want. But if you stay... you're mine. And you'll obey me fully."

His words hang in the air, charged with meaning. He watches you, his eyes searching yours, his expression unreadable.

"I hope you stay," he adds, his voice softening just enough to stir something deep inside you.

You step away from the door, your legs unsteady beneath you as you slowly make your way back to the couch. Every step feels surreal. I can't believe I'm doing this, you think to yourself, doubt and anticipation colliding inside you.

"Good," he says, his voice hungry, eyes following your every move. "Have some more wine before you get changed."

"Changed...?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, confusion mixing with curiosity.

"Worry about it later," he replies, his tone firm but not unkind. "Sit. Drink."

You barely register the taste as you finish your glass. His eyes have been on you the entire time, quietly observing, with an intensity that almost feels invasive. There's something dark and eager beneath the surface of his calm demeanor, something that makes your pulse quicken with both fear and curiosity.

Without a word, he pours another glass and hands it to you. You take it, feeling the weight of his gaze. He sits back down across from you, his expression unreadable, yet there's a hint of something dangerous in his eyes.

"Do you understand the rules?" he asks, his voice calm but commanding.

Uncertainty lingers in your chest as you murmur, "Obey?"

A slow smile spreads across his face. "Good girl," he says softly, the praise laced with satisfaction. "You've been paying attention."

The way he speaks to you, the way his eyes never leave you--it's overwhelming. There's a darkness in his gaze, something that stirs a mix of emotions deep within you. Fear, yes, but also something else--something undeniable. That spark of arousal you've been trying to suppress begins to burn hotter.

It's unsettling, how much you want to please him. The intensity of his presence, the quiet authority in his voice--it all makes you feel exposed, vulnerable, but in a way that draws you in instead of pushing you away. You can feel it building inside you, that urge to submit, to do as he says.

And you hate that part of you craves his approval.

"What are you going to do to me?" You ask sheepishly, words slightly slurring from too much.. or just enough wine.

He leans back into his chair, a smile on his face as he spreads his arms wide "Anything I want. I am going to fuck you, I am going to use your body to pleasure myself." He so calmly and confidently tells you as if he were talking about the weather.

You feel so dirty when you feel the rush of heat between your legs, this stranger talking about you like a sex toy should repulse you--not excite you.

"You've had enough" he says, calm and assertive "Go get changed, your outfit is in the bathroom."

The wine has loosened you up enough that your nerves are not making you tremble anymore, you try and walk confidently on your way to see what he expects you to wear but every step closer to the bathroom your anxiety increases. You are really going to do this, are you even capable of following through?

You close the door behind you and discover what he's laid out for you, a sexy red lace teddy, a collar, a blindfold, and a small wooden paddle? What the hell is this? You think to yourself. "Don't keep me waiting" He says sternly through the door. The fear and desire to please this man pushes you passed your concerns. You undress and slide into the teddy, It is crotch-less and the lace is barley concealing anything, you feel self conscious but at this point you are more eager to obey than you would want to admit to yourself.

As exit the bathroom, collar and paddle in hand you tell him "I am not wearing this" as you hold up the collar "And what the hell is this?" showing him the paddle.

"Gorgeous." He says "I can't wait to use my new toy." He takes a step close and runs his hand gently from your lips, down your neck, slowing at your breast as he lightly squeezes a nipple. You let out a soft moan, you hate how much you want him. He is staring directly in to your eyes as his hand continues down until he is lightly caressing you between your legs. He grabs you softly, warmly, never breaking eye contact he whispers "The paddle is used when you do not obey me." You the electricity shooting through your body as his hand is exploring you is almost too much for you to focus, but you notice him looking at the collar in your hand with a slight frown on his face, you put it on.

"Now go lie down, and lay very still." He orders you firmly. You're already in such a state of arousal you desperately need him inside of you, you obey without a word.

The room is a bit dim but you can see him approaching the bed as you lie there, breathing rapidly and anticipating what is to come. You watch him undress, folding and stacking his clothes neatly to the side as each piece come off. You notice how toned he is, you could tell he was fit but did not expect him to be this fit. The desire to touch his body, feel his abs, his chest, his strength is almost overwhelming but you keep reminding yourself to obey.

"Put the blindfold on." He murmurs, as his boxers come off, revealing a very large, very hard cock. Fuck can I even take that you think as you cover your eyes.

You can feel his weight on the bed below your feet, the anticipation is beyond anything you could have imagined, you feel how wet you have become before he has even began. The shame is gone, everything is forgotten, the only thing running through your mind is fuck me now. Every inch he moves closer increases the tension, the desire--the need.

His strong, soft hands take hold of your ankles. The gentle but irresistible force of him pushing your legs apart is thrilling. This man knows how to use a woman, you find yourself trying to pull him close with your legs when he stops you and pushes you apart again. "No." He says firmly, "I told you to lie still." You relax and fight the urge, reminding yourself again to obey.

His lips make contact with your calf and you feel fire rushing up your legs, right into you, as his lips work their way up to your thighs it feels like you could orgasm, you're already close and in a deep need for his cock to be inside of you..but he continues kissing and licking your body. Your thighs, your stomach, your neck. When you feel his body weight over you, pressing you into the bed he whispers in your ear "You taste delicious." You let out a long moan "I can't take it, please fuck me." You bed, panting for breath. "I like the sound of you begging." He grunts as he lightly bites your neck, you can feel his cock against your body as he does, You like that you make this man so hard.

"Please!" you nearly shout, the yearning for his member to enter you is beyond what you can stand.

"Because you have been such a good girl and this is our first time, I will go easy..this time." He says.

His body is pressing you into the mattress, pinning you in place. You're enjoying the feel of him on you, the warmth from his body, the toned body..the hard cock against your leg. "Don't cum until I tell you." He grunts as he takes his cock in hand and runs the hard wet tip against your clitoris.

That feeling of his pre cum, his warm cock against you, the way he is rubbing his cock in tight circles around your clit have you gripping the sheets tightly, fighting back an orgasm. You're sweating and breathing so heavy its like you've already been used.

The anticipation is too much, you cry out "Fuck me!" then abruptly he is. He pushes himself deep inside you and stops, motionless fully penetrating you. "Ah!" you cry out, it feels to big, to deep. The sense of how full you feel is shocking. As you draw in another breath he thrusts again. "Fuck! Fuck!" You grab the sheets tighter, your legs are tensing, heat is emanating from between your legs out to your whole body. He thrusts again, but this time he does not stop, his slow deliberate motion has you pushing your head back in to the pillows, squeezing on for dear life. "Please let me cum!" you beg "Not yet." He grunts into your ear.

You can't help yourself anymore, you're not yourself, your lost in another place. You grab his hips with your legs and pull him deep into you as you circle your hips. "I said not to--" he begins but its too late, you can feel him gushing inside of you, filling your dirty pussy. The heat, the wetness the loud moan he is grunting in to your ear sets you off, you pull him tighter as you cum on his cock. The release is almost enough to put you to sleep. You see stars behind your eye lids as your body is still quivering on his cock.

As he is pulling out of you he grunts "You were a good fuck, but a bad girl." "What?" You breath. "You'll have to be punished, I told you not to move." As he stands and looks down on you he says "Next time I won't be so gentle or forgiving." next time? You think to your self as you try to catch your breath...