The door to the hotel room was slightly ajar, just as he had told her it would be. With a mixture of excitement and anxiety her hand reached to push the door open.
She had, on some whim she didn't fully understand, answered his Craig's List ad a few weeks before. She hadn't consciously planned to end up in a hotel room with a stranger. And she certainly had not planned to find herself with a stranger who was both married and expressed an interest in exploring his dominant side. But their e-mail exchange had continued and had become more sexually explicit as time went on. They had exchanged their real first names. They had flirted with sharing their fantasies and desires.
Those e-mails led to a first meeting at the cafe tucked into a side street just off the main campus of the university. The balcony area offered a level of privacy they would have been unlikely to find at the larger coffee shop chains. That first meeting had been awkward. She remembered playing with the cardboard cuff wrapped around the cup holding her latte; eventually she had folded and refolded it so many times it ended up in shreds on the table. But they both felt compelled to follow this through. And that is how she found herself here, opening the door to a room in some chain hotel not far from the airport.
He was sitting on the queen-sized bed waiting for her; his dark blue polo shirt accentuating his broad shoulders. His back was against the headboard and his jean clad legs were casually stretched out before him. A black and grey duffel bag sat on one corner of the bed. He slowly stood up, walked towards her, and led her into the room. The door to the hallway closed silently behind her.
He towered over her 5'6" frame; his size both intimidating and exciting. He leaned down, lips gently touching hers, whispering, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
With a certainty that surprised her, she returned the kiss and whispered, "Yes."
He took a step back. "Undress for me."
She reached down to the hem of her simple black t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. As she kicked off her sandals she also undid the button on her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. He watched the jeans slide to the floor. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and exposed her large breasts to his gaze. Her light blue panties joined her jeans on the floor. His gaze moved from the sway of her breasts, down her belly, to a soft triangle of hair. As they made eye contact he smiled and signaled with his hand for her to turn around in a circle so he could take in all of her. Which she did.
She hadn't noticed the strip of silken fabric in his hand until he pulled her wrists together and bound them in front of her. He maneuvered her now naked body towards the wall next to the bed. He took her bound hands in his and raised them above her head as he turned her to face the wall. As she stood, leaning against the wall, he caressed her back. His hands moved to cup her breasts and tease and pull on her nipples. She couldn't see his smile as he heard her breath catch and felt her nipples quickly become raised and hard.
He slid his right hand across her ass and down between her legs. Her breathing became heavier as his fingers slid across her slit. He could feel how wet she had already become. He felt her stiffen slightly in surprise as he slid a single finger, and then another, into her already moist vagina. He moved his fingers in and out of her and pressed insistent kisses along her neck and back.
He leaned into her. "Don't move."
She felt him pull away and heard a sound that must have been the zipper on the duffel bag she had noticed on first entering the room. Remembering his command, she stayed perfectly still, even as she felt him return. His hands reached for her breasts and to her surprise he attached a nipple clamp to first one, and then the other. A long chain hung between the two. She moaned and arched her back as his slight tug on the chain pulled at the clamps and sent intense and crazy sensations directly to her clit.
One of his hands continued to tease her breasts, alternately playing with the chain and squeezing and twisting her nipples. The play was gentle at first but became more forceful as her arousal increased. His other hand snaked between her legs and he began to caress the lips of her vagina, then he was sliding his fingers up to her clit and teasing and playing as she began to moan. Eventually his fingers moved away from her pussy to play and press against her asshole. His voice sounded huskier as he told her, "Maybe, we'll save that for the next time."
As he began to fuck her pussy with his fingers again, her legs began to shake. She moved her head back slightly to rest on his shoulder. "Fuck! Please. Please. I'm going to cum."
She felt his body become still and felt him take a step back. There was a sharp sting as his hand slapped hard against her ass. She couldn't keep her body from jerking slightly; more from surprise than pain. The first blow was quickly followed by three more. And then she felt him lean hard into her, pressing her to the wall.
"There is only one rule," he whispered. "You don't cum until I tell you to cum. I'm going to keep taking you right up to the edge. But you don't cum until I say it's okay. Understand?"
She leaned into the wall, catching her breath. She could feel the length of his still fully clothed body pressing against her and his hard cock pressing into her back. She barely whispered. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes I won't cum until you say I can. Oh, God. Please say I can."
She couldn't see his face, but she swore she could feel him smile as he said, "No. Not quite yet. I think there's a bit more for us to do before that." He turned her around to face him and unbound the cloth wrapped around her wrists. He set his large hands on her shoulders and pushed down with light pressure. She followed his lead and sank to her knees. Her hands moved to unzip his jeans. She smiled and a laughed a bit when she realized he was not wearing any underwear. She buried her face in his crotch savoring the scent of him and the feel of his pubic hair as it brushed against her cheek. She pushed his jeans down to the floor. Cupping his balls in one hand, she held his large cut cock at the base in her other hand. Slowly she began to trace her tongue around the ridge. She licked the length of it before she pulled it into her mouth. He used his hands to hold her head still. As he thrust into her, fucking her mouth, her throat muscles began to relax and she took in more and more of its length.
