Once we landed in Miami, John got me settled in my room at the five-star hotel where he was footing the bill. I told him I planned on staying indefinitely and I didn't care if it bled his bank account dry. In fact, I preferred it that way. At the first opportunity, he scurried away to go spend the night in his own room. He had booked a dirty, cheap motel room across town. He didn't want to stay there, but he didn't have a choice. I told him to and John's pathetic mind folded under the force of my will. He was just as weak as every other man, unable to disobey a single word I said.
I was fairly new to my power of total domination over men. Until John tried my patience, I had only ever used it in very small ways. Just light pushes here and there to test the boundaries of my abilities. John was this high-powered executive who grabbed me inappropriately when I was his server, so I decided to make him suffer. I was currently in the process of spending every dollar he had, while looking for other ways to ruin his life and make him miserable. I was planning on spending weeks in the nicest hotel in Miami, eating at exorbitantly expensive restaurants, and piling as many shopping bags in John's arms as he could carry without collapsing. I was going to have a great time. I expected John to be reduced to tears and broke by the time we went back home.
Finally alone in my room, I let out a long exhale. It was such a relief to be able to let my guard down. For the first time in days I wasn't constantly focused on keeping John in line. At every opportunity, he would try to undermine my control or escape. It was exhausting. I walked over to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows which showcased an incredible panorama of Miami at night. It glowed and hummed with life. I felt a thrill go through me at the thought of what awaited me down there. I could make the city jump with a snap of my fingers. I would have everything I wanted, but it could wait until tomorrow.
I looked around the luxurious hotel room. What I needed right then was a little rest and relaxation. I checked the bathroom. There was a massive jacuzzi tub, which would be perfect. I turned on the water and dumped a complimentary bubble bath bottle into the tub. It smelled incredible. I could already feel my shoulders start to relax. While the tub filled up, I stripped off my clothes, enjoying the sensation of being naked. I felt powerful, like a goddess among mortals. It was intoxicating.
It occurred to me that the only thing I was missing was some food and a bottle of wine. I almost brushed that desire away and then remembered that I had no reason not to indulge. Room service would be going on John's credit card and the whole point of this trip was to make his wallet lighter. I marched over to the phone by the bed to order some food and a bottle of champagne. I wanted the best of everything. I figured that I deserved it.
After I placed the order, I climbed into the jacuzzi and relaxed into the hot water. I was feeling like a completely different person, free from tension, when a hotel employee knocked on the door to my room.
"Come in!" I called out. I heard the door open. A young man wheeled a cart into the room. When he saw me through the open bathroom door, naked in the tub, his gaze dropped down to his feet.
"Oh, I apologize, Ma'am. I'll get out of your hair." He seemed flustered and embarrassed, tripping over his words. It was adorable. I thought it was funny that he felt so intimidated that he called me "Ma'am" even though we had to have been about the same age. Seeing the effect that I had on him just from a quick glance at my wet and bare shoulders, I thought maybe I should have some fun with him. He seemed sweet though, so I wouldn't push him too hard, just a little light teasing.
"Can you come in here for a moment? I have something for you to do." I asked him. It wasn't a command, but a man under my spell would find it hard to refuse.
It seemed like his was struggling to retain his sense of propriety. "Oh, Ma'am, I don't think that..." He stuttered, nervous and starting to sweat.
I put the tiniest note of a firmness into my voice, "Don't make me ask again." I was right. It was too much for him to resist. His feet carried him over to me. He didn't know it but he was already helpless, a fly caught in my web. God, he was so cute as he tried and failed to resist coming closer to the goddess bathing in front of him. He was so weak. I could probably have him eating out of my hand by the end of the night without even a whisper of a command.
Though he stood over me, I was in complete control of the conversation. I think he knew it just as well as I did. "What's your name?"
"Matt," he answered right away.
"Matt," I continued, "Do I look like a "ma'am" to you?"
"No, not at all," he stammered, "I'm so sorry..."
I sat up so my tits rose out of the water. His apology petered off into silence as he started down at me. Having sufficiently derailed his train of thought, I asked him, "What do you think I look like? Please be honest."
All his thoughts poured out of his mouth in an instant, "You look amazing. You're extremely hot, like a model, or a supermodel or something. You look like a porn star. Holy shit. You have the most amazing body I've ever seen naked, I think."
I smiled up at him. "Thank you, that's more like it."
Matt looked like he felt he was dreaming. Of course, he had no idea that I was able to loosen his tongue with a word. "I'm so sorry," he breathed, "I don't know why I just said all that." He seemed to try to gather himself, to reassert some professionalism over this conversation that he must have felt was going off the rails.
"Don't be sorry. You're very sweet. Please call me Sophie."
Matt looked back down at me. His eyes met mine and he melted once more. It was so cute watching him turn into a puddle in my presence. I wanted to spend more time with him. And why shouldn't I? I thought.
"Matt, I'm a little lonely tonight. Would you like to keep me company? Please be completely honest."
Once again, he was effusive in his honesty. "Oh god, yes. I want to spend as much time around you as possible. That sounds amazing. Only I have to get back to work. If my boss knew I were here having this conversation with you while you're, uh, naked, I would be fired. I have to go, probably, I think."
"Oh, don't worry about that, Matt. Call up your boss. You can use the phone in my room. I'm sure he won't have a problem with you providing some very hands-on customer service for me tonight."
Matt didn't look so sure, but he still walked over to the phone like I told him to. As he dialed his boss's office, I climbed out of the tub and draped a towel over my shoulders. I walked into the room as Matt was asking his boss if he could hang out in my room tonight. He blatantly looked me up and down, drinking in the sight of my body. Yeah, I was going to have a lot of fun with this one.
From a few paces away, I could hear Matt's boss chewing him out. I motioned for Matt to hand me the phone and he did without hesitation.
"Hello? Yes, who am I speaking to?" I said in a sweet voice.
Matt's boss stopped mid-rant, "Uh, Mike Reid, Hotel Management, who is this?"
"Hello, Mike Reid, Hotel Management, this is Sophie from Room 838. You don't mind if Matt keeps me company tonight, do you?"
Mike stuttered, searching for words that had abandoned him. Just the sound of my voice was overwhelming his will.
"Of course, you don't," I answered for him. "Matt is going to spend the night with me in my room and since he's such a good employee for you, why don't you triple his pay? He deserves it."
I gave Matt a conspiratorial wink. Matt looked stunned at the turn this conversation had taken.
Mike wasn't saying anything on the other end of the line. I could just hear his heavy breathing. "Do you understand me, Mike Reid, Hotel Management?"
"I do," Mike croaked out.
"Good boy," I said and hung up on him with a smile.
"How did you get him to agree to that?" Matt said.
"Easy," I said, dropping my towel and putting on one of the silky hotel robes, "He couldn't say no."
Matt's eyes followed my every move. I was really enjoying the way that the sight of my body caused him to lose track of his thoughts.
Matt shook his head, "But why though? Mike loves saying no. He does it all the time."
"Not to me," I smiled at him. "It's impossible to say no to me."
Matt still looked extremely skeptical.
"Want me to prove it?" I asked him.
