This is the conclusion of the story that began in Parts 1 and 2. You might want to read those first.
Part 3 – The Hotel
“Time to clean up, love. We’re almost at the hotel.” I put my cock back into my pants, tucked my shirt back in and zipped up. She straightened out her dress and ran her fingers through her hair. She looked so satisfied and so sexy, slightly messed up like that. She was perfect.
The door opened, and we climbed out at the entrance to the hotel. I paid the driver, and thanked him for taking the extra long route to the hotel. The doorman greeted us, and, once again, I admired the view as Taylor walked in front of me through the lobby. As we waited for the, she leaned against me and said, “Love in an elevator, Master?” just as the doors opened.
“Perhaps not in a glass elevator, love,” I laughed as we walked into the elevator. She laughed with me and knelt down in front of me as the doors closed. “Why not in a glass elevator?” and she unzipped my pants to pull out my stiffening cock.
I looked down, surprised, more at the fact that I was getting hard again than at her behavior. “As much as I’d love to, sweetheart, we won’t be in the elevator for long and stopping one of these in plain view might make people a little suspicious.”
“Ok, then, just a lick or two, as an appetizer.” Her hand on my cock was making it pulse, and she slowly licked the head with long strokes of her tongue, while looking up into my eyes. All I could think about was how beautiful she looked and how incredibly lucky I was.
We reached our floor, and she tucked my cock back into my pants.
Our suite was already prepared with another bottle of champagne. Taylor opened it and poured us each a glass. I raised my glass to her, “Thank you, Taylor, for making my birthday so wonderful. I could not have imagined a better birthday present.”
She smiled at me. “I hope that’s not true, Master, because you’ve still got a lot of imagining to do.”
“Well, while I’m imagining, I want you to take off your clothes and get on all fours on the bed.”
“Are you going to fuck me from behind, Master?” she asked, wiggling her ass at me as she slid her dress down her legs.
“Be patient, love. After all, you are my birthday slave.” She pouted at me and climbed on the bed. She pulled a pair of thigh-high, sheer black stockings from her bag, and I sipped my champagne while I enjoyed the show she made out of putting them on. With nothing but the stocking and her high heels on, she spread her legs, bent over and grabbed her ankles, looked back at me between her legs and asked, “Do you like, Master?”
“Yes, love, I like very much.”
She stood back up, posed for me a couple of different ways, and then crawled catlike onto the bed. She knelt there on all fours, and looked at me expectantly.
I walked around to the side of the bed and reached under the headboard to pull up the scarves I had attached earlier. I slid a few pillows under her hips to support her, then pulled her arms forward and tied a scarf around each wrist. Her arms were stretched out tight so that she couldn’t reach one with the other. She was almost in a facedown, kneeling prayer position on the bed. I sat down next to her on the edge of the bed and gave her ass a light smack. “I think I owe you a little punishment from earlier, love.”
