“The gentleman in room 1319 left this for you.” The clerk at the front desk of the hotel hands me a small white envelope. I can feel the hard plastic of the cardkey inside the envelope as I thank him and walk toward the elevators. The card easily unlocks the door and I sit down on the bed to wait for the telephone to ring, just as you’ve instructed me to do.
Even though I’m waiting for the phone to ring, it still startles me it disrupts the silence of the room. I pick up the receiver and wait, knowing that if I speak first you’ll hang up the phone immediately and it will be over. “You arrived on time. That’s very good.” I hear your voice and the tremble begins inside of me. “Get up from the bed and take off your shoes and your dress. Leave your slip on and then lay down on the bed.” Silently, I do as I’m told. You don’t even have to ask whether I’ve obeyed when you hear me pick up the receiver again.
“Open the drawer in the nightstand to the right of the bed. Inside, you’ll find a black silk scarf. Take it out and tie it around your eyes. When you’ve finished, lie back down on the bed and spread your arms and legs and wait.” Click. You’ve hung up the telephone. I move quickly to tie the scarf around my eyes, careful to make sure that I’ve left no room for peeking. I turn down the bedspread and lie down in the middle of the bed and spread out my arms and legs as wide as I can. My body feels electric; my pussy is already so wet anticipating what will happen when you enter the room. I want to reach down between my legs with my hands and touch myself, slide my fingers into my pussy and rub my clit. I want to make myself cum, but I know better than to do that. If I cum before you allow me to, it will be over.
It feels like hours until I hear the click of your cardkey in the door and then the familiar sound of you walking across the room. There is the sound of ice cubes dropping into a glass and then liquid as you pour yourself a drink. The black covering my eyes is so dark that I can’t make out anything, not even shadows. You move the chair under the window next to the bed and I can feel the heat of your body very close now. “Nicely done, slut.” You laugh as you test the knot on the back of my blindfold. Your hand moves from the back of my hair down my neck and shoulder to my breasts. You close your hand over my breast and then use your fingertips to roll over my nipple, tugging at it and pinching it. You hear the catch in my breath as your mouth replaces your fingers, sucking and licking at my nipples.
I want to reach out with my hands to touch you, to pull you closer, but I know that it is impossible. If I touch you without permission, it will be over. The sensation of your mouth, closed over my nipple, sucking and pulling is dizzying. Involuntarily, my body rises, urging you to do more, to put your hands all over me, to lick my pussy and fuck it hard with your fingers.
Suddenly, your mouth is gone. I can no longer sense the closeness of your body. I’m confused, frightened. No. No. I should not have moved toward you! I couldn’t help it. Your footsteps cross the room. “What did I tell you about keeping still, you fucking cunt? What did I tell you?” Your voice is cruel.
I’m terrified to answer. My voice is barely a whisper. “You told me not to move unless you gave me permission to move.” I want to say I’m sorry, but I know better. If I attempt to appeal to you, it will be over.
“That’s right. I told you not to fucking move, you bitch.” I hear you gulp down what must have been left of your first drink and then the sound of ice cubes again. “What did you think? That you could spread that hungry little cunt of yours for me and I’d fuck you? You are a fucking whore and you deserve to be treated like a whore.” Your words are clipped and vicious. I hear you quickly moving toward me. Suddenly, you’re on the bed, pulling me up by my arms and turning me over. Your hands roughly push my legs apart and all at once you plunge your cock inside of me. I suck in my breath, knowing not to cry out, knowing that one moan, one sigh and it will be over. “This is what you wanted wasn’t it, slut?” You breathe into my ear as you pound your cock inside of me fast and hard, slamming me up against the headboard. “Answer me, you cunt. This is what you were begging for wasn’t it?”
