She was sitting on the bed taking slow deep breaths. They had met online and now it was time to rendezvous with her online lover. Actually they were much more than just online lovers. They were friends, writing partners, and in a Dominate/submissive relationship. She had met him while she was off school in the summer and had liked his charismatic personality, passion, and creativity. His tender heart and wicked imagination sparked a desire in her that she had not expected and since her last Master had broken her heart, she was not really looking for anything real to happen again but this man sparked desire in her like no One ever had, so now she was sitting more than a 1000 miles away in a hotel.
She was dressed in a simple black chemise with her dark hair pulled up into a French twist. Her eyes were drawn to the red number display on the alarm clock by the bed, reading nearly six, His time to arrive. Turning back toward the door, she felt her heart speed up as she wondered if she was really ready for Him?
Glancing around the rather ordinary hotel room, she bit on her raspberry lip gloss as she settled her gaze at the mirror. She had big blue eyes and decent looking lips. She twirled an errant curl and looked back at her hands, manicured and painted bright red. Turning back to the closed, unremarkable hotel door, she stared questioning both her sanity and her expectations of this clandestine tryst, wondering if this Man who had captured her imagination, perhaps her very heart, would own her body as well? One question plagued her mind as she watched the door. Would this meeting solidify their relationship or break it apart? Her hands shook so she sat on them.
She heard the earnest knock on the door and jumped, actually surprised to hear it. Glancing at the lights on the bedside alarm clock, she raised her eyebrows and absently knew He was at least punctual. Cautiously she raised from the floral bedspread to her feet with knees knocking and slowly walked to the door just in time for Him to rap against it again, more earnest this time. With heart slamming against her chest, she gripped the cool metal knob and twisted, slowing swinging it open it to Him. His blue eyes met her frightened blue ones and a strange calmness washed over her. Smiling up to Him, she whispered, “Hello, Sir.”
He lifted her chin, looked over her with a wicked grin and then asked, “So may I come in, babe? You had me wait a bit there. I was beginning to wonder, lass.”
She nervously giggled and stepped aside. Closing the door, she turned and rested against it as she took a deep breath. Unlike her initial meeting with her previous lover, there was no fear as she watched Him walk inside and turn on His shoe toward her.
With an approving glance, He surveyed her, taking in every nuance of the picture she made before Him. She was leaning against the door and giving Him this open and seductive smile.
When she noticed His intense appraisal, she looked down to see if something was amiss and He chuckled. “What are you looking for babe?” He asked in that soft southern drawl of His that she found so sexy and looked up at Him and beamed. “You have a killer smile, babe. Now come over here lass and show me what’s under that night gown.”
Standing a good six inches above her, He had to look down to her with those incredible eyes that already seemed to look into her, making her incredibly wet. Her eyes swept over Him wantonly, settling on the obvious arousal in His pants. Her dark blues turned darker as she looked up at Him and wet her lips. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered huskily as she stepped away from the door; her face turning a brilliant dark pink, as their gazes met.
“You aren’t going to get shy on me; now are you lass?” He asked, stepping up to her, caressing her jaw with His knuckle, sending shocks of sexual heat through as did that penetrating look in His devilish blue eyes. His gaze was intense yet so sensual that she felt her knees wobble.
“No,” she whispered, looking down to the buttons on his dress shirt and then back up into His brilliant eyes. “i’m not.”
“Good babe,” He said and smacked her bottom with a hardy whack and she jumped as she grinned at Him. As always He mixed just a touch of humor with His sensuality, a killer combination on her resolve.
He sat on the bed and said, “Present your self to me.” He gave her a charming grin, not quite a smirk as she stepped in front of Him.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, pulling her chemise up and over her head, exposing her lacy black bra and panties. Watching Him for His reaction and seeing His smoldering eyes, she reached behind her and unbuckled her bra, letting it slowly slide down her arms. Their gazes parted as she felt this fear sweep through her, exposing Him to her nakedness for the first time, fearing His rejection. Doubtfully she lifted her eyes to him as she locked her thumbs into her panties and slowly eased them down. The heat in His gaze intensified as He looked her up and down, caressing her leisurely with His appraisal. Smiling wickedly, He nodded and she stepped up with her hands crossed behind her back, her head hung down; gracefully, she lowered herself to His feet.
“Let me touch you,” He said, his voice huskier as he unfurled His hand to her.
She took His outstretched hand and eased to her feet. He leaned forward and kissed her belly, progressing unhurried upward. When His mouth reached her breast, she trembled beneath Him. His fingers went to her wetness and stroked her clit, causing a quiet moan to escape her lips as she braced herself by grabbing His shoulder. Wickedly He gazed into her eyes and bit down furiously on her luscious nipple, making her whimper as He held her eyes in His.
He cupped her face and for the first time planted a passionate kiss with His velvet tongue penetrating past her lips to explore the depths of her mouth while one hand unclasped from her face and went to her slit to finger her now swollen clit, running excruciatingly slow over it and then pinching it hard between two fingers. Her legs trembled and she kissed Him passionately in response, wrapping her arms around His neck and pulling Him closer to her.
Suddenly He let her go, turned her around, and He snapped a pair of handcuffs on her. He felt her tremble so He whispered against her ear. “Trust me?”
“Yes, Sir, i do.”
“Good,” He whispered back. “Turn around and drop to your knees. I need that mouth of yours, lass.” But before she could respond, He cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples, and bit on the back of her neck in that place that drove her crazy. She leaned into Him and started to moan. “That gets you wet?” He asked hot against her ear, before He sucked her lobe into His mouth while He ran his open hand down her flat belly over her stubbly mound—he had ordered her to grow it out just a little—to her wet pussy lips. She was sloppy wet already and He smiled. “Slow down there lass. No cumming yet.” He whispered against her ear again and then sucked harder on her ear lobe.
“I…ah…oh…oh…” She breathed as He bit her again in that spot and rubbed her now engorged clit more vigorously. She squirmed against Him and moaned. “I need…..” She trembled and bit hard on her lip as He kissed her shoulder and then spun her around. He looked into her darkened eyes and saw it. She was hungry, very hungry. Her lips were parted, wet, and slightly swollen as her now passion filled eyes lifted up to His.
He leaned into her and kissed her passionately on the lips. Their lips met and she kissed Him with such wanton desire He stepped back and touched her face. “Slow down there.”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “i’m on fire.”
