"What do you need?" His text demanded. He was always clear and concise. He didn't mince words. She liked that about Him.
Biting her bottom lip, she typed out her response. Then erased it, fearing her answer would be too straightforward or bold. It was a silly fear. Of course he wanted a straightforward answer to his question. Perhaps she was afraid of her needs.
"I need..." backspaces... fuck, just say it, you know what you need! She was so pent up. She needed her release.
"I need..." long pause... "pain, Sir." She hit Send before she could erase it again. She felt the tingles and heat in her slut cunt already.
"Meet me at the hotel tonight. 8:00" was His immediate response.
*******
He arrived at the hotel earlier than she. He laid out his toys on a towel in a neat row on the desk. He got ice from down the hall, and fixed himself a drink, and he texted her the number of the room.
She had taken a cab to the hotel, as usual. She was wearing her coat, which she had purchased soon after they met, a red trench coat, the hem of which skimmed just above her knees. Aside from her sandals, she wore nothing else. He loved that she would be so exposed as she rode in the cab to him, as she walked through the lobby and rode the elevator to their room. He loved thinking about the light fabric sliding on her skin, the slightest touch heightening her senses, so that she was completely on edge when she finally knocked on the door to the room.
He opened the heavy door, expecting her, and closed it behind her. The "Do Not Disturb" sign had already been hung from the handle outside. She attempted to walk past him, through the narrow entryway, into the room, but he immediately embraced her and swept her into a deep kiss with a low growl in his throat. Her hands clung to his strong arms, and she moaned into his searching mouth. His hands were already gathering the fabric of her coat higher, eager to get his greedy hands on her naked skin.
She was caught off balance by the power of His embrace, and the intensity of His kiss made her lightheaded. She stumbled backward until she was pressed up against the wall. He closed in on her, His body pressing against her length, kissing her again. She was gasping for air, clinging to Him for support. Fuck, she loved His kisses! Her heart was hammering, her cheeks & chest aflame. She felt a heady drunkenness, and couldn't get enough. She wanted to utterly devour Him.
As He kissed her, his hands began unbuttoning her coat, and it slid from her shoulders, as she shrugged it off. In turn, she fumbled with the button on His shorts, and He stepped back to allow her access to release His rock hard throbbing cock.
She knelt down before her master and started to worship His thick dick with her mouth. She licked her way from the base, to the engorged head, sucking it inside her warm, wet mouth. She rolled her tongue around the head, and flicked it lightly, her tongue exploring his sensitive hole. He groaned, leaning his forearms on the wall above her. She could tell He wanted to fuck her mouth. She wasn't sure how long He would let her tease & torture His raging hard on before He took control. She grabbed His cock with her hand, and gently massaged it, while she licked on His shaved balls, with warm, wet, sloppy stokes of her tongue.
Growling, He reached down with His right hand & grabbed His throbbing cock. With His left, He caught a fistful of her long, dark hair. He pulled her head back so that she looked up at him, and slapped her in the face with His heavy cock. She smiled up at Him and opened her mouth to receive Him. He cock slapped both her cheeks, leaving a slick trail of precum on her pretty face.
Fuckkkkk, He wanted to shoot His load down her goddamn throat right then, she looked so hot. His naked, wanton slut on her knees worshipping His fat cock. But He had other plans.
"Get up, my slut," He ordered.
She stood, wordlessly.
He turned her around & led her to the bed, where He instructed her to lay down, with her head dangling off the side. Then, He went to the desk to select His toys.
He came back to the bed with a riding crop, 2 clothespins, and 2 short lengths of soft rope.
Seeing what he had in store for her made her instantly more wet & aroused. She was nearly shaking with anticipation.
He made quick work of tying her wrists to her knees, then pushing her knees toward the bed, so that she was spread wide open, and her arms were only able to move as high as she could move her legs. She had some range of movement, like a butterfly, but the effect of being bound was always very sexy to her. She trusted Him. She knew that He knew her needs & limits perhaps even better than herself.
