The room was cast in shadow by the single lit bedside lamp. Sara saw the large black box on the bed and slowly moved closer. She picked up the white envelope with her name on it. She opened it and read the card. She slid it back into the envelope and reached for the lid. Sara lifted the red leather bustier and matching thong from it's bed of black tissue paper. Beneath were red spike heels.
"He's crazy." She mumbled, all set to put the them back. Another card caught her eye.
She took it and read it.
Any time. Any place. Any thing.
With a heavy sigh, Sara took the offending garments and went into the bathroom.
****
Peter waited twenty minutes, then made his way to the elevator. He had seen Sara come in from his position at the hotel bar. That should be more than enough time for her to carry our his instructions.
He whistled as he pressed the number and the doors closed. His mind raced with the image of Sara dressed in the outfit he had picked out. He wondered if she was wearing it. He kind of hoped she wasn't. It would give him a reason to spank her, her introduction into his world.
Peter had thought about Sara alot since their first meeting two months ago. He had made it a point not to run into her until he could schedule their next rendevous. He had known from the moment he was introduced to her, that there was something about her. Something that called to him. It pissed him off that an asshole like Matrin had her and didn't appreciate her. Couldn't possibly understand what she needed and how to give it to her.
Finding out she had stolen that money to help her degenerate brother had been a Godsend. He knew Sara loved Martin and would never cheat on him. But what if she had no choice? As much as he hated to blackmail her, he knew it was want she needed. What she wanted. What she craved.
The doors slid open and Peter tried not to run down the hall to the room. He pulled his key card from his pocket and slid it into the door. The light flashed green and Peter opened the door. The room wa as dark as he had left it. He closed the door and walked farther into the room. His eyes widened as he saw Sara.
****
Sara tried hard not to cover herself. The bustier pushed her breasts together and upward, practically spilling them over the top. The red thong barely covered her pussy and disappeared between the deep crack of her ass. She stood unsteadily in the heels and hoped he didn't want her to walk too much for fear of falling flat on her face. Sara knew how ridiculous she looked dressed like that. But she refused to give Peter the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She loved Martin and would even fuck the devil himself to keep him.
"Come here."
Taking a deep breath, Sara carefully moved until she stood before Peter. Even with the six inch heels on, she still only came to his chin.
"Undress me."
Sara reached out and slid her hands under his suit jacket. She pushed it from his shoulders and gathered it to her beofre it fell to the floor.
"Hang it up."
Sara did as she was told with each piece of clothing she removed. When she reached for his black silk boxers, he stopped her.
"Kneel."
A little confused that he just didn't throw her to the bed and fuck her, Sara knelt. She watched him cirlce her.
"Look down."
She lowered her eyes.
"Very good slut."
With that, her head shot up.
"Keep you eyes down!" He snapped.
He continued to circle her in silence for what seemed like an hour. He made her feel self conscience. The urge to once again cover herself almost won.
"From now on, you will be my slut." He said, stopping behind her.
"You will do anything to please me. Refusing is not an option. You will not talk unless I tell you. You will do nothing, without my permission. Is that understood, slut?"
Sara nodded.
"Good."
She felt his hand on her shoulders. His fingers sifting through her hair. Suddenly he pulled it, forcing her head back.
"I will enjoy playing with you, slut." He said, his face hard as he looked down at her.
Sara felt panic. She had never seen this side of Peter before. So serious. So dominating. Deep down, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He wanted to dominate her. Prove his power over her. Fine. She could handle that. Anything to have him replace the money.
He let go of her hair and Sara looked down again. She heard him move and then he was standing before her.
"Suck my cock slut."
Sara took a deep breath and raised her hands. She removed is boxers and stared at his stiff, thick cock before her. A drop of white pre-cum oozed from the tiny hole.
"Now slut." His voice was impatient.
Sara opened her mouth and sucked in just the head of him. Her tongue swirled around, tasting the saltiness of his cum. She closed her eyes and took him deeper. Slowly, inch by thick inch, she swallowed him. She remembered how he had tasted. Warm and salty. Not at all an unpleasant taste. In fact, she had a hard time forgetting about it. She had left the hotel room the first time and was amazed at how turned on she was.
Sara opened her eyes and looked up at Peter. He was watching her intently.
"What a wicked mouth you have slut. I want you to make me cum."
Sara looked away and concentrated on sucking Peter's cock. She used her tongue to massage the veined underside of him. He didn't make a sound as she moved her mouth on him. She used her hands to cup and caress his balls.
"Get ready, slut." He announced, his hands fisting in her hair.
Sara tried to pull her head away. Peter pulled her tight against his cock, her nose buried deep in his pubic hair. She gagged as Peter pushed himself deeper down her throat. Her eyes filled with tears. Her hands went to his thighs, trying to push away, but he held her tight. She heard him growl a second before his cock jerked and his hot cum rushed down her throat.
He held her tight for several minutes. When his cock finally stopped pulsing, he loosened his grip and let her push away.
Sara sat back on her heels and wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You didn't enjoy my cum, slut?" He asked her, his eyes watching her.
"No."
"No what?"
Sara looked up at him.
"No Master." She said sarcastically.
"Stand and lean over the bed. Feet spread apart. Your ass out."
Sara did as she was told. She silently prayed that he would finally fuck her.
****
Peter sighed as he watched Sara obey him. He knew she wasn't as adversed to sucking him this time as she had been the last time. It was swallowing his cum that she didn't like. But he didn't care. He liked it, and that was all the mattered.
