Further adventures of Emily and Mike, (names changed). Can be read in series or standalone, background in Ch. 1.
Prior to our first long weekend spent together, when Mike and I both discovered how much fun it was for him to bend over and take it like a man, we had shared many fantasies.
Out of this pot of sweet, dark desires, Mike had pulled one of mine for his first Master session.
This was my Hotel Stranger Fantasy, in which I am followed back to a hotel room by a 'fake' stranger who then proceeds to use me however he sees fit before leaving me, ideally sobbing, and wrecked and goes without ever having said a word.
We discussed it further on and off during that first weekend.
We had to stop having sex occasionally or we would have killed each other. So, we talked about sex instead.
I would like to make clear; we do talk about things other than sex. Just not that first weekend.
"This sounds like rough, dirty sex." Mike had pointed out.
"Well yes." I agreed. "Collecting a stranger and giving him control does suggest that rough and dirty would be a possibility. Maybe a little bit nasty as well."
Mike thought this was perfect for his first Master game as I wouldn't know what to expect from him, and it's a danger-based fantasy.
Also, it would have been six weeks, since we had seen each other, still strangers really, still discovering each other.
"I don't think the silent treatment is realistic though." I complained. "How would I know what to do?"
"You'll know." Mike growled, "I won't need to verbalize my instructions."
My eyes snapped to Mike's at his tone and his gaze held mine captive.
The way he was looking at me shot equal parts fear and heat straight down to my centre, igniting me instantly.
A glimpse of Mike as Master, erotic and slightly terrifying.
Holy Shit.
Then gave me such a mischievous grin I had a sudden urge to pat him on the cheek and give him a lolly pop.
Bloody kids.
I pressed a trembling hand to the wall to help support myself, my knees suddenly weak.
"Are you okay?"
"Yea give me a minute."
"Why are you breathless?"
"One sec."
"You're flushed, are you having a heart attack?"
"Bugger Off." Laughing made harder for me to catch my breath.
I shook my head, squeezing my eyes closed.
"Jesus, Em. Are you cumming? Just stood there?"
I opened my eyes and glared at Mike.
"Can you seriously THINK yourself into an orgasm?" he was laughing at me.
"Maybe instead of taking the piss you could help me out?" I suggested.
"Sure, why don't I?" Pouncing, Mike took my wrists in one hand and cuffed them above my head.
Trapping me against the wall, he pressed his lips to mine as he deftly unzipped my jeans and slid his hand down.
Mike's fingers entered me as his tongue invaded my mouth, and I detonated.
Moaning helplessly as Mike ruthlessly fucked me with his hand, forcing me to cum hard.
In the end, fearing suffocation I wrenched my head to the side and gasped in air.
Mike immediately attacked my neck with his teeth.
"Can't. Can't breathe."
"Nose."
"What?"
Mike released my neck. "Breathe through your nose."
"Oh. Ahhh." Mike pressed harder against me and I came again, my legs giving way as I started to slide down the wall.
Looping my arms around his neck, Mike steadied me against the wall as he finished me off.
I clung to him while rocking against his hand and then half collapsing.
"Oh. My God."
I dragged in a few more breaths and got a better grip on Mike.
Shuddering head to toe as he pulled his fingers out of me and wiped his hand on my ass before wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I didn't think of that." I gasped, still trying to steady my breathing.
"Think of what?" Mike's voice was muffled against my neck again.
"Breathing through my nose."
Mike was shaking.
"Are you laughing at me?"
He un-nuzzled from my neck and looked down at me, dimples flashing.
"I can't believe how fucking easy you are."
I blushed but grinned back.
"Shut up. Maybe I was frustrated."
"What?" he looked amazed. "We've been screwing for nearly three days. Frustrated?"
"Yea, but." I reached down and cupped him. Mike hissed and rubbed his obvious arousal against me.
"We've run out of condoms." I finished, looking up at him sadly and pouting.
"Shit. I forgot." Mike groaned, all turned on and nowhere to put it.
I rubbed him some more and he grabbed my wrist painfully hard, sparks flaring in his eyes.
"That's not fair Emily."
I smiled.
"Why don't we take a shower, and I can watch you. Deal with it." I suggested.
"Yea?" Mike relaxed his grip on my wrist, pressing me back into him.
"You want to watch me jerk off?"
"Oh, I would LOVE to." I squealed in an excited voice, then lowering back to my normal level added, "Maybe you want to cum over my tits?"
Mike hissed in a breath, a tell-tale flush over his cheek bones.
"Strip. Shower. Now."
Later, after we had re-stocked our condom supply, had lunch and gone for a breezy costal walk, the result of me insisting on an alternative form of exercise for once.
Mike clarified some rules for me. He had been thinking how to bring my fantasy further into his happy zone.
Mike's experience of dominating partners was based on rough sex really, being a bit bossy, (natural talent of his).
He had never had the opportunity to explore control, delve into BDSM or pain.
I knew a little pain would turn me on, but I had never handed that control over to another person.
The chance to explore limits, push a little, was exciting for both of us, and although Mike had enjoyed everything that he had experienced with me earlier in the weekend, he also wanted payback.
Mike demanded total submission during the Hotel Stanger Game.
No pleading or begging or asking stupid questions.
Unless I needed to use my safe word, I stayed quiet and he could do whatever he wanted.
"Unless" he teased, "It's, please I need your giant cock in me Master."
I scoffed and said if it was that giant, I wouldn't let it near me.
Mike took offense at this and tickled me mercilessly trying to get me to repeat, "It's the biggest cock I've ever seen."
I giggled and repeatedly gasped out, "It's the perfect size for your hand." Refusing to give in to his demands.
Until Mike changed tactics and decided on a practical demonstration.
At which point I told him his cock was like a Tardis.
Feels bigger on the inside than it looks on the outside.
Mike laughed so hard at this, he completely lost his rhythm and collapsed on me for a while to get his breath back.
After our somewhat giggly shag, Mike cupped my cheek to get my attention.
"I won't hurt you Em." He said, his thumb brushing lightly over my bottom lip.
"Well, nothing permanent. I certainly won't harm you." Was his carefully worded reassurance.
Our eyes locked. Questions in his. Uncertainty in mine.
Making my decision, I turned and kissed the palm of his hand. Giving him permission, for what, I didn't know.
Now it was six weeks later. I had been busy with work during the past few days in the city that never shuts the hell up, or something like that.
Mike was flying out to meet me for a few days, he had never been here and was amazed I had done extraordinarily little touristy stuff, despite visiting many times.
I was normally stuck in meetings, with friends or at the Theater and usually limited my trips to three or four days. The lack of space and buildings looming over me tending to fray my nerves quite quickly.
We had continued to discuss fantasies and plans, but Mike had been very tight lipped on what he had in store for me this first time.
He had, however, jumped on my idea that my 'character' in our game was probably a regular submissive and may have travelled prepared.
He liked the idea of me leaving a suitcase with some toys open in the room, to give him more options.
He called me just before his flight.
Equally excited about exploring the city as he was about our play time.
Possibly most excited about the fact I had told him he would be experiencing the best pizza in the known universe, and beyond.
"Em, if you want to back out you need to do it now." Mike cautioned at the end of the call.
"It's fine we can still have fun, but I need to know if you are still cool with the plan?"
"I am." I confirmed.
"I'm so turned on; I swear I've been wet the entire trip. I feel like dogs on the street are leaving lamppost messages about this really horny girl who smells like sex."
Mike snorted at this.
"In that case, I'll see you tomorrow."
By tomorrow, or maybe it was later today, I lose track with time zones, I was more than ready.
Dressed, as directed in a short dress that was inexpensive so any damage would not matter, plus floaty scarf. My hair in a ponytail, Mike had been clear about that.
I had vacated the room on receiving a 'checked in' text, giving Mike thirty minutes to dump his stuff and freshen up.
Now I re-entered the hotel lobby, unsure where Mike would pick me up, but trusting he would as I crossed towards the stairs.
