He supported her elbow as he guided her back out of the restaurant. He noticed that she was completely oblivious to her surroundings upon their exit. He chuckled softly, for he knew if she took notice she would have seen much more play than when they first arrived. He also noted that she did not appear to care that her own appearance was far from the perfectly groomed woman who first walked into the establishment.
The limo was right outside the door. The driver stood stoically, giving no indication as to the activities that occurred on the long drive from the hotel to the restaurant. He stepped between the chauffer and his pet as she attempted to crawl in the rear of the limousine.
He quickly climbed in after her and pulled her onto his lap, and covered her still trembling form with his suit jacket. He pressed his lips to her hair, and inhaled. The smell of sex permeated every pore in her body. He observed her willingness to please him overcome her inhibitions throughout the course of the evening. She pleased him well tonight, very well. He listened to the quiet for a moment, and felt her soft steady breaths and knew she'd fallen asleep. Gently, he combed her tangled tresses with his fingers, his thoughts traveled ahead, to what he had in store to cumulate their first night together.
He felt his cock twitch as the rest of the night unfolded behind his closed lids. Yes, he thought. She's done well, but will she reach down to what's truly in her heart and give to him? He knew he could get her to respond to sexual stimuli, one touch and her body he knew was his. He knew he owned her body in the physical sense, now it would be the test to see if he would own the mind. Once he was sure of that, the heart and soul would follow naturally.
The limo pulled up in front of the hotel. He waited until it stopped completely before he roused her from her slumber. He heard her groan when she attempted to stretch. Her muscles rebelled against any movement. Slowly she pulled herself from the warmth of his body and moved to the side so he could disembark first. She hesitated a moment before following him, why she wasn't sure, but she did. His quiet voice broke the silence.
"Come pet." He issued softly but firmly as he extended his hand to her.
She placed her fingers in his and felt the surge of his strength flow throughout her. She noticed for the first time, her disheveled appearance, but quickly dismissed any embarrassment when she remembered how much pleasure he'd given her. She stood with confidence by his side as he paid the driver, and wondered how much more, if any there would be tonight. She was exhausted from both travel and the multitude of orgasms. Her pussy throbbed in reaction to her thoughts, her nipples tingled. She was amazed at her body's response. How could she want more? She thought about his statement in the restaurant. His claim to ownership. She knew in her heart there was more. A shiver ran down her spine and she shuddered.
"Cold pet?" He queried.
"No Sir. Quite the opposite." She quipped back with a soft smile.
As if he read her thoughts, he smiled back knowingly.
"Yes, pet. I'm sure. Come let's get back to our room."
They entered the vacant lobby. A fire crackled in the huge stone fireplace, she longed to sit before it with him. As they waited for the elevator to arrive, she envisioned his powerful body over hers, their eyes locked as he slowly entered her warmth. That vision stayed with her throughout the short ride to their floor and the walk that ensued to their room.
He opened the door and stood back for her to enter. Once they were both in the room, he hung the do not disturb sign on the door and secured all the locks.
"Pet." He said sharply.
She jumped and turned quickly. "Yes Sir?"
"Strip for me." He said flatly.
He watched her swallow hard, and her eyes widen.
She watched him move the desk chair to the middle of the room and subsequently sit. His eyes never left hers as he loosened his neck tie. She knew there was no saying no. She knew her hesitation was silly, she stripped for him nightly on the web cam. He'd already seen her naked in person, many times over since they first touched only hours earlier. With a deep breath, she untied the sash on her dress. The dress parted and hung limply, she moved her hands up her sides until she cupped and squeezed her breasts. There was no music to tease him with, but she knew he wasn't looking for a tease. He wanted her flesh exposed for him. She slid the soft white silk from her shoulders, and caught it in her fingertips before it pooled on the carpet. She casually tossed it to the bed. She hoped her bra was in his possession, she couldn't quite remember when she lost it, or the wisp of material that was her panty. She stepped out of her heels and unfastened the delicate garter belt from the stockings. Carefully she lowered each one down her leg so as not to cause a run. Lastly she lowered the garter belt over her hips and let it fall to the ground. Nonchalantly, she kicked it to the side, and once more met his eyes.
"Very good girl." He commended.
Slowly she turned her back to him and ran her hands over her hips and ass cheeks. She gripped each cheek firmly in her fingers and spread herself for him. She heard his soft moan behind her, and nothing more. She stood there motionless as she felt his eyes bore into her. She ached at that moment to hear his voice, to feel his touch, to taste his lips. There was nothing, no indication that he was even still in the room, nary sound except for her heart pounding in her chest.
At last, after what seemed like minutes had passed, she heard his heavy sigh. It was a forlorn and tired sigh. She had a moment of panic, and wondered what she did to displease him. She had a glimmer of hope when she felt his hand wind in her hair.
"Go draw yourself a hot bath and soak before we retire."
"Yes Sir." She whispered dejectedly.
She bit her lip and blinked back tears. Silently she walked away, all hoped dashed by his comment. He said they would retire. That meant they were done. Once in the bathroom, she let the tears flow as she turned on the water. What did she do wrong? Where had she erred? She replayed the entire evening in her head as she lowered herself into the water.
She absently lathered the washcloth and gently cleansed her body. The lather caressed her skin, as the heat from the water soothed her aching pussy. Tenderly, she drew the washcloth between her legs and washed away the remnants of their union. She cursed as she felt that now familiar ache settle in her core. She needed him again. When was her body going to be sated? How could he possibly have this effect on her? She was a grown woman for goodness sake, she couldn't ever remember needing and aching this much ever.
