I wrap my arms around you from behind, pressing my chest into your back and my crotch into the outline of your ass that your dress reveals. The other patrons of the elevator surely spy the signs of a budding young romance, but unbeknownst to them, I'm simply trying to hide the growing wet spot that my precum leaves on my shorts.
I can't help being horny. We've been teasing each other all evening - my hand breaching upon the sovereignty of your dress to rub your thighs, your hands running along the underside of my penis under the table and over my shorts, my hands tracing along the outskirts of your thong, yours carefully unzipping my fly so as not to elicit a noise and silently teasing the head of my penis. The wine had only made me hornier, but perhaps most importantly of all, I knew what was in store for you. Tonight was not going to be about romantic acts like 'making love' or about the egalitarian concepts of treating others as equals. You didn't know it yet, but tonight was going to be about fucking my little sex slave until I was content with the finished product - a ravaged, cum-filled, and perhaps bruised woman curled up on the hotel room floor.
My heart was pounding as we exited the elevator. It wouldn't be long until I could finally do it, finally unleash months of pent up energy that I'd been longing to unleash on you, my sweet little fuck doll.
We walked toward our room. You had the only key. I'd planned on waiting, perhaps letting you loosen up with a drink from the mini bar and some hits from the vaporizer, but there was just no way I could wait any longer. My fantasies were years in the making, my plans months in my head, and after a this time, it would not suffice to wait a minute longer.
You inserted the key. A green light flashed on the door. My heart pounded. My erection throbbed. You turned the doorknob.
I walked in right behind you, so close you could surely feel the red flush to my face and the pounding coming from my chest. Perhaps I was imagining it, but I thought that I could feel the heat coming from your pussy, perhaps responding to my subconscious signals and anticipating my next moves.
Before the door had even closed behind me I went into action. My left hand covered and grabbed your mouth, pulling your back into my chest, while my right hand wrapped around your throat - not enough to cut off your supply of oxygen but enough to let you know that you were mine to do with as I pleased. You let out a gasp, but my hand prevented it from being audible, instead I merely felt a small burst of breath against my palm.
"I love you," I whispered into your ear. It's absolutely true that I love you - I couldn't do this to someone who I didn't trust and care about. A lesser woman would look back on tonight and think of me as a monster, as a heartless devil who lured in women in order to abuse them. I didn't want anyone to think that about me. Tonight was about love and trust, I needed to trust that when we woke up tomorrow, you would know how much I loved and cared about you, that what you saw tonight was merely one facet to a complicated man.
You struggled against my hold, but with each squirm it became apparent that struggling would only make it harder to breathe. "Let me make one thing clear..." You stopped struggling in order to listen to what I had to say. "I can't keep my hand on your mouth all night. When I remove it, will you promise not to make a noise?" You nodded. "Well then, there's something else. You aren't going to make a peep all night. There are children sleeping in the room next door and they don't need to know what goes on here. If you yell, scream, moan, talk, or whatever, you will be severely punished, got it?" I had no idea if there were children next door, nor did I care. I just needed an excuse to escalate my actions. You nodded again. "Good."
I unclasped my hand from your mouth, removed my hands from your neck, and threw you onto the bed, positioned on your back. You looked scared. Horny, but scared. I wanted to reassure you. I didn't want to scare you, but I didn't want to break character.
We'd spoken about this type of play months ago, this domination with fake non-consent. I needed to know that you were at least a little bit aware of what was going on - I didn't want you to quite get the wrong idea of what was going on. I also needed away of knowing if I was taking this too far - I may fantasize about playing a monster, but that isn't who I really am.
"La Senne." We'd had the conversation on the river, and I could see the glimmer of recognition in your eyes as you realized what was going on. A wave of relief seemed to wash over you as you remembered that I was in fact, at least a little bit sane. A light chuckle escaped your lips as you began to see the absurdity of your fear. Wrong move.
The chuckle, you see, violated the pact that we had made moments before. The poor kids who may or may not have existed in the room next to us needed to go to sleep, and I was not going to tolerate your attempts to rile them out of their slumber.
I strode toward the bed and threw myself on top of you, reaching my arm under your dress to pull down your thong before tossing it uselessly to the side. I lifted up your dress and dug my teeth right into your thighs. My bite was certainly not hard enough to break the skin, but it was hard enough to elicit a reaction. I could see you struggling not to let out a yelp as my head rested on your lap and the blood flowed toward your thighs, flustering the girl being forced to remain silent. I bit my way in your inner thighs until I was only inches away from your pretty little pussy. I'd punished you enough for that little chuckle, and I knew that further punishment awaited you if I kept going.
I could feel some heat and see wetness on your vulva, but it wasn't enough. Still, there was no way I could hold back, I was drawn like a moth to a flame. I licked my way up, starting at the opening at the bottom and working my way up your slit, stopping less than an inch from your Clit. You were horny, but the fear had prevented the foreplay from helping you reach your fullest levels of arousal. I would need to find a way to remedy that.
I knew what I needed to do. I slowed the licks up your pussy and began moving back down to your thighs, until my head was removed from your pussy. I wanted it back, but there were other priorities.
