"Hello? Are you here?" Susan whispered softly as she peered around the door into the darkness of the empty motel room.
"Is anyone here?"
A dim sliver of light seeped between the shabby curtains and fell across the faded bedspread, barely illuminating the spattering of stains on the threadbare material. She was about to step back out of the dingy room when a hand flashed out of the gloom and caught her by the wrist, twisting her arm back and flinging her face first on the bed as the door was kicked shut with a slam.
"David?" she said just as his weight fell across her back, forcing her face down into the mattress, cutting her off before she could utter another word.
She felt hot breath on the back of her neck, then the bitter smell of whiskey as his teeth sank into her earlobe and twisted it back painfully.
"Don't say anything...just do what I tell you, dammit! I've been waiting for this for a long fucking time, and you're going to do what I say, NOW! Do it, or I'll strip your ass naked and throw you out the fucking door into the parking lot!" he hissed into her ear as his hands forced their way under her body, his hands grabbing her breasts roughly and twisting at the barbells through her nipples.
"Did you think I forgot about those?" he said, laughing softly as his hands slid down Susan's sides, pulling the edges of her sweater up over her head and knotting the ends so she couldn't pull it free. "Don't think I forget anything...I know everything you want, you cheap little whore. Now you'll be my whore, if only for today." He yanked her bra strap viciously to one side flipping her over on her back as she struggled with the sweater, trying in vain to get it over her head.
Susan felt his hands slip under her short skirt, slapping sharply at the crotch of her panties before slipping down her legs. Blinded by the sweater twisted over her head, she didn't see his hands pull the cord up from the floor under the bed, but she felt it slip around her left ankle. At the same moment he whipped her back over on her belly with a flip of her right ankle before slipping another loop of cord that foot as well and pulling hard, spreading her legs wide and fastening the end of the cord to the foot of the bed.
He climbed back onto the bed on top of here, one knee on either side of her body and slid up until she could feel his hard cock nestling in the crack of her ass. She stopped struggling for a second, and he took advantage of her momentary uncertainty to pull her right arm free from the tangle of her sweater and pull it under her body. Susan fell forward onto her face as she felt the snap of the handcuff shackling her right wrist just below her left knee.
"No! No, please..." her muffled whimper could barely be heard as he ripped away her sweater and wrestled her other arm down and across her body and cuffed it to the right knee.
He slipped back down her body to kneel between her legs, then wrapped both hands in her long hair and pulled her body back against his hips, forcing her head back and her chest down onto the bed. He ground the length of his stiff cock up and down the slit of her cunt and then slid his hand down between their bodies, slipping two fingers inside the edge of her panties.
"Hmm...you're wet already. You like this, don't you my little slut?" he growled as one hand drew back, then whistled down to land a stinging slap on the right cheek of her ass. "Tell me bitch...tell me...this is just what you wanted from me. Isn't it?"
"Yes, David..." Her muffled voice started just as another sharp smack landed on her ass.
"CALL ME SIR, you fucking slut! You don't deserve to use my name yet! All this time you've told me what you wanted, and now I'm going to give it to you. But only if you do exactly what I want. Do you understand, bitch? DO YOU?"
Susan moaned softly and put her head down. "Yes, Sir...I'll do what you want. Please...anything..."
David smiled and fluttered his finger tips in a long trail down her ribs to her thighs as he whispered into her ear, "Good girl. Now, don't speak to me again unless I ask you to say something. If I hear another word from your nasty little mouth, you'll have to be punished. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir...whatever you want..." Susan whispered.
His weight disappeared from the bed behind her, and she tried to turn her head to see what he was doing. A sharp slap to her ass snapped her head back around. "There's nothing back here you need to see...and if there is, I'll let you know." Susan heard the whistle of his hand through the air as a hard slap landed on the right side of her thigh.
She heard a thin buzzing start on the other side of the room, then felt the vibrator slip down the back or her panties, close enough to her wet pussy for her to feel a tingle, but too far away to make any dent in her desire.
"I have to go out for a while. I want you to stay right here until I come back...don't move, don't make a sound, don't fucking do a goddamned thing, do you understand? If you are a good little slut, I will bring you back a present, but I find you've so much as twitched while I'm gone...well, you just try to imagine what I will do..."
Susan heard the door slam shut behind her back. The vibrations so close to her pussy were slowly starting to drive her wild, and she bit her lower lip as she wriggled her ass trying to move the sensations a little closer to her pulsating clit. The buzzing was so close it kept her muscles clenching, but no matter how she moved, she couldn't force the vibrator out of the crack of her ass.
She tentatively struggled against the restraints holding her hands, but the cuffs held her tightly and she was afraid to change the position of her body for fear that should wouldn't be able to get back to this position before David came back. All she could do was close her eyes and try to focus her mind on the maddening sensations and wait.
The pleasant feelings between her legs reminded her of how she had felt the first time she had met David in an online chat room, over six years before. They were both writers and poets, and the obvious passion that was apparent in his words ignited something deep inside her that had never faded away. She had immediately felt that they were kindred spirits, and had begun to share her own poetry with him, both online, and later through email and instant messenger.
At first, he had been quite an enigma to her. His writing was deep and emotional, but his personal style was very aloof and distant. It had taken forever to get by the wall he had erected around himself, and when she did she found a depth of passion she had only glimpsed before. As the years went by, they had each opened up to each other more and more, until she felt like no one in her life had known her as well as he did. Yet, she still held back her submissive sexual self, afraid of how he might react.
It was during this time that by complete accident she had heard David scolding one of his children who had misbehaved. The firm force of his voice on the other end of the phone line had made her knees go weak and made her pussy instantly damp. She knew all at once that he had a natural tendency to be a Dom...and he would be her Dom someday.