Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Turn.
Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Turn.
Kayden's feet were wearing a path in the floor of her hotel room but she couldn't stop. Conner was going to be there any second. He had already called her a couple of times on his way over to inform her where he was. He was about ten minutes out the last time he called and that was, Kayden checked her phone, 8 minutes ago. Her heartbeat quickened at the realization.
On her way back down the hall, she checked herself in the mirror one final time. Her long red hair hung perfectly straight, framing her pale face. Her dark eyes were delicately painted with pinks and whites to match her formfitting shirt with a line of black eyeliner to match the black undertones in her hair. She had on dark blue skinny jeans that clung in all the right places and sandals that showed off her black toenails which just so happened to match her perfectly manicured hands, per his request. The low-cut shirt allowed for a little bit of cleavage and she had on a silver necklace drawing attention to her prominent collarbones and jawline.
Sighing at what she saw, it dawned on Kayden that she could not do this. Conner was safe when he was 3000 miles away. Now, their love and their relationship were becoming very, very real. This was the first time she would ever see him. And this was the first relationship of this ... type that she had ever entered.
Could she do it? Could she be spanked, tied down, and called names? Could she follow orders and make him happy? Could she handle the level of control he wanted to exert; wanted her to give up? It was easy to do on the phone but could she let him take that control? She didn't have time to answer herself before there was a knock on the door.
Oh shit.
Only feet away, Kayden answered the door within a matter of seconds. She felt her breath catch as she watched his eyes light up. There he was. She knew what he looked like from pictures but it was even better in person. He was taller than her, about 6'1″. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin. He had a strip of facial hair that accentuated his strong jawline and he had broad shoulders and a broad chest.
It felt like a lifetime that she stared at Conner but, in reality, it was only a matter of seconds before he had crossed the threshold and wrapped her in his arms. Oh God, she thought, he smells as good as he looks. If his arms hadn't been around her, Kayden would have fallen. Over and over again, he whispered how much he loved her and how beautiful she was.
"So beautiful." he whispered, his voice breaking. It was like he couldn't stay still. He couldn't get enough. He went back and forth between running his hands over her body and running them through her hair; running his lips over hers and running them over her neck, chest and throat.
She kept trying to pull back. She wanted to see him. "You're here ..." Kayden heard the shock in her own voice. "You're real." Now, it was her voice that was breaking.
"Yes, baby," he murmured against her mouth in between kisses. "I'm real." His arms snaked around her once more as he lifted her up. "I'm very real." This time, he said the words against her neck. "And, I love you very much."
"I love you, too, Conner." She sighed in deep, deep contentment as he laid her on the bed. Her legs automatically spread and he crawled onto the bed in between them and positioned himself over her. It was almost as if she could sleep. There had been so much to worry about; so many scenarios to run through. Now, though, he was there and nothing else mattered. Kayden felt a wave of peace she had never felt before.
Her mind may have been shutting down but her body was very much awake underneath his. Conner ran his hands over her body and, when they reached her hips, her hips rose and pushed into his causing her to gasp at what she felt between them. He pulled back, rising up to look her over, and Kayden felt the atmosphere change immediately. Subconsciously, she averted her gaze.
"Strip."
Conner's simple command left her breathless. All too willing to comply, she unhooked the button of her jeans and lifted her hips to slide them off. She looked up then and could see the desire in his eyes; hear it in his breathing. Never before had she reacted so violently to a look. Her heart sped up, her face flushed, and she reached for him. Desperate for his touch, she tried to pull him down but he was unmovable, only an eyebrow raising as a warning for her to behave herself. Staying upright, he pulled her jeans all the way off and smirked when he realized she was holding her breath.
"Breathe, baby." He whispered, followed by, "That's a good girl. My good girl." when she obeyed.
Knowing what was expected of her, Kayden whispered, "Yes, sir." and averted her gaze. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him motion for her to sit. When she did, he deftly pulled her shirt over her head.
And then, Conner did what he did best; what only he could do. He dominated her. Sliding her panties to the side, Conner stroked the length of her pussy and watched her writhe beneath his touch. He shook his head and pushed her hips back down to the bed with his free hand. "Still, love. And silent."
His lips found hers as he slid his hand around her back to undo her bra. Instinctively, she arched towards him, her nipples already hard in anticipation. Quickly, Conner pinched both of her nipples in between his thumbs and index fingers.
She met his gaze, then. She felt no pain, yet, but his forward movement shocked her into looking directly at him. After a few seconds, maybe five, she felt it. It started as a dull burn and quickly moved into a fire. She could focus on nothing but the pain.
Conner watched, fascinated by the emotions that played across Kayden's face. Shock, arousal, pain, fear, pain, desire, fear again, and then acceptance. Once she had reached the expression he was looking for, Conner let go. She inhaled sharply as the blood rushed back to her now sensitive nipples.
His left hand snaked around her body to pull her head back by her hair. "Do you remember how I asked you to wear your hair, slave?"
Her eyes widened as she did. "Up, sir." Her response was barely a whisper.
"Is this up?" his question was quiet, his tone as well but Kayden knew he meant business.
"No, sir." She winced as his hand fisted in her hair, pulling it tight against her scalp and causing her back to arch. As suddenly as the pain came, it left.
She bit her lip as she watched his contemplative eyes roam her body before he gently pushed her onto her back. He grabbed her wrists, crossed them and placed them above her head. Her eyes widened. They had discussed bondage but she wasn't sure how she felt about it yet.
"Don't worry, Kayden. I'm not tying you down. But, by the time I am done with you, you will wish I had." He tamed her fears with one sentence and reignited them with the next. Kayden gasped and then cried out as he spread her legs and nipped her earlobe.
"We're going to play a game, slave. You" he accented the word with a stroke to her clit "are going to keep your hands right where they are - as if I had tied you down while I" he accented this word as well, rubbing slow circles over her clit "make you cum. Over and over again."
These words were spoken into her jawline while he nibbled across it as his thumb continued to massage her clit. Her hips bucked and she breathed his name as the first orgasm rolled through her. His hand grabbed her wrists just before her wrists could leave the bed.
"Nu-huh, slut" he chided gently. "Your hands stay right where they are. You see, my slave, once your hands do leave this position, I am going to spank you for every orgasm you have." His hands left her wrists. "Luckily for you, since you already have, you do not need permission to cum."
Kayden whimpered. It was a game she was designed to lose. Her breath hitched at the thought of him spanking her. He knew she loved the idea. She knew he loved being in control. This 'game' allowed them to have both.
