Dedicated to my sexy Sub
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The light was subdued as I opened the door to the hotel room, and I knew he was already here. I was already late, but that didn't matter as we had plenty of time. The excitement for the evening ahead was already bubbling up inside me. We've been dating for 3 months now, and the relationship was blossoming nicely. He was almost the perfect man for me, kind, courteous and a real gentleman. In the way he speaks to me, the way he opened doors for me, and even in bed. Boy, was he attentive in bed!
Our love life so far was magical. Each time we've been together, he's fulfilled me so completely, and together we've explored things I'd never imagined I'd do. The first few times we'd made love for hours, starting quite slowly with kisses, light touches, spending time just exploring each other's bodies. Then using our lips and our tongues to excite each other further.
A number of times we'd explored rough sex, which I enjoyed so much. The tingle of pain as he'd pull my hair, or pin me to the bed whilst fucking me hard, would make me very wet. At times, we'd also played teasing games, with him bringing me to the brink before backing off, making me wait. The result of which were orgasms so intense I thought my body would erupt with pleasure.
This was to be a special date, one we've be organising for three weeks. He's been away on business, and although we've spoken on the phone most evenings, I've still missed him greatly. And he's missed me too, so he's told me many times over the past twenty days. Tonight he's going to wine and dine me, take me out for a special dinner at a nice restaurant before spending a wonderful night in bed together. And after being apart, I'm so looking forward to being naked with him, holding him, feeling our bodies pressed together. I could feel my skin flush just thinking about it.
I moved across to the dressing table, and set my overnight bag down. The room was strangely quiet. His small suitcase was on the stand, so he must be in the bathroom. I checked myself in the mirror, and I couldn't help a grin spread across my face in anticipation of the night ahead. That's when the bathroom door opened.
And there he stood. I couldn't help but bite my lip as he stood there. He was wearing nothing but a fairly tight black t-shirt, and quite tight boxers, both of which showed of his figure very nicely indeed.
"Hi," I said.
"You're late."
"Yeah, sorry, I hit some traffic on the way over." He was looking quite serious, but even so I could tell he was checking me out, eyeing me up and down. Even though I planned to get changed before dinner, I'd made an effort to look good for him. I don't consider myself a beauty queen, but I think I have a good figure, and I do like to dress nicely. I'd chosen a pale blue strappy top, and a pair of skinny jeans which show off my figure quite well. It's simple and summery, and I can see he approves.
"Well that's not good enough," he stated, very matter-of-factly. I was a little shocked in his strict manner. I didn't think I'd arrived that late. "If you want to avoid being punished, you're going to have to make it up to me."
A thrill ran through my body at his statement. We'd talked about this a few times, especially after rough sex. I've often fantasised about being dominated, about my man being completely in control. I've even read a number of erotic stories on the subject, each time becoming thrilled at the thought of being at the mercy of someone else.
"Oh? What did you have in mind?"
"You'll find out soon enough. Sit on the bed." A little stunned, I turn and sit on the end of the bed, my hands on my lap. He walks over and stands in front of me, gazing down at me. His hand movs round to the back of my head, and he weaves his fingers into my hair. He then grabs my hair tight, pulling my head back, forcing me to look up at him. I gasp.
He leans forward, his lips close to mine, lightly brushing. I pull forward to kiss him, and he pulls harder on my hair, pulling me back away from him. The tight hold on my hair and the gentle brush of his lips sends a thrill through me. I feel the tip of his tongue brush across my lips, and his strong grip on my hair stops me from kissing him hard. I am so turned on, a warm tingling spreading through me. I want him.
He pulls back, standing up straight. I gaze up at him as he removes his t-shirt, revealing his toned chest. As I run my eyes over his gorgeous body, I can see he's excited beneath his boxers. He walks over to his case, reaches in for something before returning to me, a slight grin on his face. He's holding a tie, and I think I know what he has in mind.
"Clasp your hands together. Put them in front of you." I obey without thinking, my mind whirling, but my body tingling. He passes the tie around my wrists and knots it, binding them together, then pushes me back down on the bed, my hands on the bed above my head.
I feel my knees pushed apart as he kneels on the floor before me, his hands running up my legs and over my hips. He undoes the button on my jeans, then my zip, and I raise my hips so that he can pull them off. His hands run over my legs again, this time on bare skin, and the sensation sends a thrill through me. His fingertips gently run across my belly, pushing my top up, before teasing their way into the top of my knickers. I close my eyes, subconsciously biting my lip.
As his hands play on my thighs, I feel tender kisses as his lips play up my leg, across my inner thigh and towards my already wet pussy. His nose brushes across me as he works his way higher, and I hear him inhale.
"You smell wonderful." He whispers, and his lips kiss me through the material of my knickers. I gasp, and my hips writhe a little. "Keep still." He orders.
His hands grab my knickers and pull them, quickly removing them, exposing myself to him. I hear his intake of breath as he sees how wet I am. I feel his lips on my inner thigh once more, and this time his tongue, the tip gently licking my inner thigh. The warm wetness of his tongue followed by the coldness of his breath makes me want to writhe beneath him once more. I want his tongue there, on me, in me.
"I told you to keep still. Obey me and you will get your reward." I lift my head to look at him, and I can see how serious he is. My god, this is such a turn-on!
His head lowers again, and I can feel his breath on my wet pussy, teasing me. It feels like an age before I feel the tip of his tongue brush against my clit. The thrill is sensational, and I move against him slightly, wanting him to press harder. Instead, his tongue moves down, circling my wetness, teasing me, almost inside me. Every move so gentle.