The soft knock came on the hotel room door. I went to open the door and let Briana in, marveling as I always do when I see her at just how beautiful she is. She's beautiful and shy like some vulnerable woodland creature, and yet she is teaching me to be her predator.
When we met, it was to become lovers, and lovers we became. Passionate, affectionate and caring lovers - spending as much time cuddling and talking in bed as we do in the desperate aching of physical connection. It wasn't until our third hotel room together that it started to become clear that more was desired from me than delicious vanilla sex. That is one of the many wonderful things about Briana, she gets to where she's going slowly, gently and subtitling guiding me. The first indication was me giving her a gentle spank as I was undressing her in front of the mirror. Yes - she liked that! So another, harder spank. Yes - liked it even more!
Ok then, Briana, come over here and drape your beautiful naked body over my knees. She did and jumped and purred at each slap. These spanking would become much harder and more intense later, but I was still in training wheels then. Ok, how about I tie your hands together (awkwardly) with my belt and blindfold you (even more awkwardly) with the scarf I happened to be wearing that December day.
We've progressed since then. Sometimes with explicit direction "I want you to be more dominant with me" or "I like to be choked during penetration" but it's usually much more subtle. Early on, she asked me if I had ever seen the movie "The Secretary." I hadn't, so it became my homework assignment. It was a revelation. Dominance and submission were not as much about physical dominance and submission as it is about the psychological interplay between two people. In the movie, he made her submit with his mind not his hands. As they say, sex involves the body; great sex involves the mind. And she has such a beautiful mind...
Okay, enough of the background. Back to our lovers and the hotel room.
I took her coat as usual and hung it in the closet. Still in the narrow entry way, I took her face in my hands and leaned down to kiss her. Instinctively, she closes her eyes and tilts her head back and parts her lips waiting for the kiss. But I don't kiss her. I pull away and look into her eyes which have fluttered open in confusion. I smile and lean in again, and again she closes her eyes and waits for the kiss. But again I don't kiss her. Instead I rub her cheekbones softly with my thumbs and pull back. She opens her eyes again and gives me a questioning look.
I lean in again and whisper in her ear "Did you think I was going to kiss you Princess?"
"Yes" she breathes.
"But you're not really a Princess, Briana, are you?"
"No."
"No, you're not, what are you?"
"I'm a slut."
"Yes that's right, you're a slut aren't you? And whose slut are you?"
"I'm you're slut, sir."
"Yes, that's right and who am I?"
"You're my dom sir."
"Correct. And what does that mean I can do to you?"
"Anything you want sir"
"That's right. If I want to kiss you right now, I will kiss you. If I want to bend you over and fuck you right now, I'll fuck you."
As I'm saying this, I've pushed her head against the wall and her dress up around her waist and pulled her ass out against my crotch and started grinding against her. Turning her around, I take her by the throat and march her over to the bed and throw her down on her face. I push her soft black knit dress (God, how I love the clothes she wears!) back up over her waist and pull her little panties down to her knees. I stand and admire her pretty little pussy peeking out from between her legs and her gorgeous round ass. I unbuckle my belt and slowly unzip (making sure she hears and appreciates each of the sounds) and push my jeans and boxers down to my knees. I give my cock a couple of quick strokes to make sure it will feel nice and hard and I bend down and slide it up and down her beautiful ass.
"I can fuck you right now Briana. And after I fuck you and cum deep inside you, what will you say to me?"
"Thank you sir." she whispers.
"Yes, that's right. You're a very good girl, aren't you? And after I fuck you, I'll simply push you out into the hotel corridor, and what will you say to me before I close the door?"
"Thank you sir."
"You're a very good little girl, yes, that's what you will say."
I want to fuck her SO MUCH right now, but I hold back knowing the sex - and the two of us- will be so much better if I don't. So I pull up my pants over my straining erection and give her a hard slap on the ass and command, "Get in your proper position, slut."
She obeys, of course, and stands up and then kneels at the foot of the bed facing me.
"Good girl," I say settling into the desk chair. "Take off your dress." She pulls her dress over her head and she is wearing the red Valentine's Day lingerie and black stockings I gave her as a present a couple of weeks ago.
"Oh, very nice red lingerie and black fuck me stockings," I say pretending to see them for the first time. "Did your lover give you those?"
She nods her head yes, wondering why I'm referring to myself in the third person.
"He must like you very much."
"Yes, he does."
"Do you like him - very much?"