She thrummed her fingers nervously on the steering wheel. From where she was parked, she could see the hotel across the freeway. Her heart raced, knowing he was over there. She took a few deep breaths, willing away the last onset of nerves. She put the car in drive and pulled out, crossing the last distance to him.
She glanced down at the piece of paper on the passenger seat to look at the description he had given. She parked the car and slowly strolled through the parking lot along the row of rooms. As a hotel, it didn't offer much. As a place for this particular meeting, it was ideal. She barely noted the small diner attached to the building. Checking her paper one more time, she approached the room. The door was slightly ajar and with a trembling hand she pushed it open all the way. Movement within drew her eyes and for a single endless moment, she stood frozen staring at the shape of him. With a start she realized he was beckoning her to come in.
As she moved through the door, she saw him disappear deep into the shadows of the room. Her body trembled almost imperceptibly as she stepped through the door. Her heart was racing and she could feel the flush of color filling her skin. Her eyes adjusted from the bright sunlight of outdoors to the slightly darker interior of the room. She flinched when the heavy door swung closed behind her, the slam deafening in the silence. And there he was, sitting in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. Her eyes lifted until she found herself trapped in his gaze. He held her stare for a moment before his eyes traveled leisurely down her body.
While he looked her over, she saw herself through his eyes; skin flushed and trembling, green eyes glowing with the conflict of hesitancy and need, neck hugged by a black circle of leather with the word "treasure" burned into it. She saw his eyes light approvingly as he took in her appearance: her low-cut top skimming over the curve of her breasts, her short black skirt barely covering the roundness of her ass. His eyes reached the soft black suede of her heeled boots before he lifted them back to her eyes.
As he returned her gaze, she saw everything she always thought she would see in them: the affection, the lust, the hunger, and the darkness that promised worlds of pleasure and pain for her. Something inside her broke and she moved closer to him with an easy grace, rising up on her toes before slowly sinking to her knees in front of him. In the small space, his presence was overwhelming. She breathed in the rich masculine aroma of him and gave herself over to him. He saw the instant of her surrender and smiled to himself, watching as she lowered herself to her knees, her beautiful eyes veiled by down swept lashes, her hands placed lightly on her thighs palms up, her knees parted enough for him to see the tiniest of thongs covering her, her hair was held in a high ponytail on top of her head.
For a moment he merely looked at her kneeling in front of him. As yet there had been no words spoken between them. This was their first face-to-face meeting, and yet it seemed to him that he had always known her. Within himself he felt the same conflict looking at her that he had always felt online, the desire to gather her into his arms and hold her and cherish her matched by the darker urge to take her, use her, hurt her. His blood heated as he watched the faint trembling of her body and he knew which would be the first instinct he would follow.
Without warning his hand snaked out, grabbing her by the ponytail and hauling her up to his chest. He barely heard the startled gasp she made, but he couldn't miss the sudden heat flaring in her eyes. With his free hand he took hold of her shirt and ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere. Before she had a chance to react, his mouth was plundering hers. She felt the barely controlled violence coursing through him and her kiss was the most curious mixture of sweet pliability and a hunger that matched his own. His hands mauled her breasts through the delicate lace of her white bra. Growling into the kiss, he yanked the straps down her shoulders until her tits tumbled free.
She whimpered into his kiss as he pinched and twisted her nipples, large strong hands squeezing and kneading her tits. He delighted in how her nipples grew and stiffened...pinching them cruelly between his fingers and stretching them out before letting them snap back against her chest. He loved the soft cry that accompanied each snap, the way her body stiffened, and the mewling sounds she made. He wrapped his hand in her ponytail and pulled her lips from him, gazing at her, his eyes hard and unforgiving.
Nipples throbbing from his torment, she met his eyes.... hers shining brightly with unshed tears. He spoke for the first time, "You're late." She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again at the look of warning in his eyes. Lowering her gaze she nodded mutely. He stood abruptly, tumbling her to the floor before she could catch herself, his hand still wrapped in her hair. Using the ponytail, he hauled her onto the bed and positioned her on her knees, stretching her arms out and cuffing them to the bed frame. She heard the whisper of his belt as he slid it from the loops.
He watched her trembling, dark hunger blazing in his eyes. He would tame this beauty. Tame her and make her his own, forever and irrevocably. He folded the belt in his hands, taking special precaution to wrap the buckle in the palm of his hand. He ran one finger of his free hand along her spine, bent and lifted her skirt and twisted his fingers into her thong. He took a moment to appreciate how the crimson silk rose out of the crack of her ass before giving it a yank, ripping it from her body. Her startled gasp floated up to his ears and he grinned savagely. She jumped as he laid his hand on the small of her back.
Drawing the belt back, he held it briefly, watching her body tense in anticipation, then let it fly. The leather met her ass with a resounding crack, her shoulders lifting off the bed, a cry of pain torn from her lips. He followed that stroke with four more, laying them neatly one next to the other, five perfect welts rising on her ass. The tears were beginning to flow from those lovely eyes. He moved his hand from her back, running one finger along her slit, nodding in satisfaction feeling the juices dripping from her. She shook with choking sobs; soft moans mingling with her cries. Her hips hunched against his finger. Pulling his finger from her soaked pussy, he reached around her and smeared her juices under her nose, across her lips.
