The seventh story in the series of short stories The Hotel.
Vanessa looked at her husband, Ben, getting out of the shower and admired his body. He worked out often and looked good. He wasn't super muscular, but he had some definition on him that she found incredibly sexy. He caught her staring at him and grinned.
"See something you like?" He asked, rubbing his hair with his towel.
"I do," Vanessa replied back, a sly smile on her face.
"Then how about you have your shower and when you get out, I'll pin you down and make you scream loud enough the people in the adjoining rooms know what we're doing?" Ben suggested.
"I like the sound of that," Vanessa replied, walking past him to the shower and brushing her hand over his cock as she passed him. Ben chuckled and walked out of the bedroom, leaving her to shower.
Vanessa stepped under the hot water and felt herself relax. They'd been hiking all day and she felt sweaty and gross. As she washed, she thought about Ben's promise and what was about to happen when she got out of the shower. Vanessa was excited about it, but also a little disappointed.
She'd had an ex once who was into being submissive in the bedroom. Vanessa had never tried being dominating before, but she found she really had a taste for it once she tried it. She used to love making her ex beg for her to allow them to cum before teasing them with just one finger until they blew their load uncontrollably with her barely touching them. It was so hot.
Ben had never been into that though. They'd met five years earlier and she'd fancied him straight away. He was good looking, strong and confident, had a good job and was a complete gentleman. His only flaw was he was a little insecure about his masculinity.
It wasn't like he bottled up all of his emotions or anything unhealthy like that. In that regard he was great, he'd confide in her when something was bothering him, he'd cry when he was sad, but with physical things, it was a different story. It was mostly silly things that Vanessa didn't really mind. Mowing the lawn, that was a man's job and Ben had to do it. Fixing the car, even though Vanessa knew as much about cars as he did, it was a man's job.
It was a little sexist sure, but he was a good man at heart and he didn't let his insecurities belittle Vanessa in any way. The only time it bothered her was in the bedroom. She'd often did many things he liked that she wasn't a huge fan of. While she did enjoy being pinned down and fucked until she couldn't walk straight sometimes, she didn't always want him to be in control. For vanilla stuff, he was fine, he'd let her go on top and take control from time to time, but as soon as it involved anything even as tame as handcuffs, he'd refuse to be the one not in control.
The idea of him being tied up and at her mercy got Vanessa going more than the idea of the upcoming fun did and she couldn't help but reach down and stroke her clit. She closed her eyes and pictured Ben on the bed, his hands tied above his head with his ankles strapped to each corner, her between his legs licking his cock, just teasing the head with her tongue as she ran it in small circles on the sensitive underside.
She imagined the noises he'd make as he begged her to take it into her mouth or stroke him properly, only for her to deny him and keep licking in slow circles until the sensitively grew too much and he blew his load all over himself.
Vanessa moaned, almost cumming at the thought. She didn't realise how turned on she was and pulled her hand away, not wanting to ruin the fun that was about to happen. She turned off the shower and stepped out, picking up her towel. As she dried off, she noticed something hanging on the back of the door. It definitely hadn't been there when she got into the shower.
It was black and shiny and she realised what it was. A latex outfit. It wasn't hers, she'd gotten rid of all her latex when she had broken up with her ex. She reached up and took it down, feeling the rubbery material and biting her lip. God, she had missed it.
Without realising quite what she was doing, Vanessa found herself looking at her reflection in the steamed-up mirror as she admired how the latex looked on her. She didn't know what had compelled her to put it on, but it felt right to do so. The fact it fit her so perfectly only confirmed that fact. She knew from experience that well fitting latex usually had to be custom made.
She looked at herself in the mirror, loving how sexy she looked right now. The latex covered her shoulders, but left her arms bare. It also left her breasts bare, with only a strip of material going between them, attaching to strips of material that wrapped around her stomach. The bottom half resembled a pair of crotchless hotpants. She turned toward the door, deciding to keep the outfit on. Even if Ben wouldn't indulge her dominatrix fantasy, she could still let him fuck her while wearing this outfit.
Vanessa stepped out into the bedroom, expecting to find Ben sitting on the bed. Instead, he was laid on his back with his arms above his head, handcuffed to the headboard. His ankles weren't restrained like Vanessa had imagined, but this was still incredibly hot to walk out to.
"What's all this about?" She asked, suddenly unsure.
