I sighed as I stepped through the automatic doors to the hotel. It had been a long boring drive up the motorway, to reach a random budget hotel that we'd arranged to meet at.
I knew I probably couldn't check in as the reservation was in your name, and for all I knew you might not have used your real name given the reason for our meeting.
I glanced over at the empty bar to the right of the check in desk, it seemed as good a place to wait as any. It was almost lunchtime and a few people were hanging around the tables in the corner eating, but no one was sitting at the bar. I dropped my bag on the floor and slipped onto the bar stool.
Now I don't normally drink- but I don't normally cheat on my husband either- so this seemed like a good time to start. If nothing else, it might stop the nervous feeling in my stomach while I wait for you to arrive.
The barman stays to chat for a bit as he hands me my drink, just a pleasant conversation about the weather and what I'm doing in the area. He laughs at my accent, telling me that it's one of his favourites. I know I'm blushing at his backhanded compliment and I make up a lie about visiting for work. Thankfully he doesn't ask for details.
He crosses the bar to serve a young man in scruffy tracksuit bottoms and a paint covered T-shirt. I'm pretty sure he's too young to be you, so I sit fiddling with one of the beer-mats on the tacky bar.
I rub my face with my hand, trying to wake myself up a bit after the tedious drive. Hopefully it will be worth it. This is one of the most reckless things I've ever done. My husband thinks that I'm visiting 'some art gallery' that is interested in my work, but really I'm waiting to meet with 'some guy' I met online. Panicking, I finish my drink quickly and order another one before I can change my mind and leave.
I hear the swoosh of the automatic door, but I'm too nervous to turn around and look. The barman winks at me from across the bar and I try not to laugh- I guess if you change your mind, I might be in with a chance with him!
When no one else enters the bar I let out the breath I didn't realise I was holding.
"Hi," a deep voice rumbles behind me, "Can I buy you another?"
I turn to see the man behind the voice and gasp. He looks how I imagined him from his description.
I smile, "Actually I'm waiting for someone."
You smile back as you wave the barman over, "Well that's funny... so am I."
The barman already knows what I'm drinking and you order a whiskey for yourself, picking both glasses up off the bar and nodding for me to follow you.
You sit down on one of the small, plush sofas in the window, leaving me with no choice but to sit next to you. I tuck my one leg underneath myself so that I can face you, my knee touching yours on the small sofa.
You have a confident, almost cocky smile as you let your gaze roam over me. I fidget a bit at the attention and reach for my drink, finishing it quickly and leaving the empty glass on the small wooden table.
I'm not as bold as you and I try to check you out discreetly. You are intimidatingly tall, even though we are sitting down, I can tell that you tower over me. I feel a quick flash of heat between my legs at the thought of being with someone big and strong enough to overpower me.
"So..." you practically purr in your deep voice, "Do you come here often?"
I sit opening and closing my mouth like a fish for a moment, as I try to remember the question.
You laugh at my embarrassment and I suddenly realise you're teasing me. I find myself laughing too, watching how your face lights up when you smile.
You lean in close to me, your hand resting possessively on my thigh, as I faintly smell the whiskey on your breath.
"Are you ready to completely surrender control?" You whisper in my ear, making my skin prickle with excitement.
"Are you ready to do anything and everything that I ask of you?"
I swallow hard and nod in confirmation. This was the plan all along. One afternoon of fully surrendering control to a stranger, allowing him to use me for his own pleasure however he wants to.
I'm not normally submissive, but through our online conversations I have learned more and more about some of my deepest wants and desires. It turns out some of them are pretty dark and depraved and you have certainly enjoyed pushing my boundaries further and further with each conversation.
"Good girl..." you whisper, a small, knowing smirk on your face as you know how wet I get when you call me that.
I feel an excited chill run down my spine as the nerves start to fade, relaxed by a nervous apprehension of what is to come.
"Have you followed my instructions?" You ask quietly as you drain the last of the whiskey from your glass.
I nod.
"You really should answer me properly when I ask a question slut..."
I feel my eyes widen in fear at someone hearing you speak like that, but there's hardly anyone around and they aren't paying us any attention.
"I asked you if you'd followed my instructions?"
"Yes." I reply quietly.
"And what were the instructions? Remind me..."
I see you smirk again at my obvious discomfort about answering you where we could be overheard.
"You wanted me to be smooth and you wanted me in black, lace underwear." I mumble, surprised at how aroused I am at being spoken to in such a way.
"Good girl..." you purr again, before standing and reaching a hand out to me to pull me to my feet.
"Good girls get rewards, bad girls get punished... don't forget that slut..." you murmur in my ear as you take my hand and lead me towards the lift, as if we are nothing more than a regular couple staying at a hotel.
I let out a breath as the lift doors close, shutting us inside it, away from prying eyes.
"This is your last chance to back out..." you growl seductively behind me, as your hands wrap around my waist and up to squeeze my full breasts. "Once we are in the room... well... I'll be the one making all of the decisions..."
I feel the slick heat between my legs and I lean back against your broad chest, keen to become your willing submissive fuck toy.
The lift buttons light up as we pass the floors, heading up to our stop. We are on one of the higher floors of the hotel. I feel your lips brush lazily against the side of my neck before you take a deep breath in.
"I can practically smell your wet pussy slut. You're already wet aren't you?"
I gasp at his crude words.
"Answer me slut..." you growl in my ear, "You don't want to be punished do you?"
I tremble a little at your authoritative tone as I nod, "Yes. I'm already wet."
Before you can reply, there's a ding as the lift doors part at our floor. You nudge me out of the lift, your firm hand pressed into my shoulder as you direct me to our room.
You swipe your key card on the door panel and the light flashes green. You nudge me forward into the dark room.
