"You're late," a deep sexy voice boomed through the darkness the moment I stepped inside the luxurious hotel room. And just the lusty timber of it had a chill running straight up my spine, instantly hardening my nipples and heating my pussy.
Worried I'd upset him, I quickly locked the door behind me and tried to explain. "Sorry, Sir, I couldn't help it, I got delayed."
"Are you saying you allowed yourself to be sidetracked, knowing that I'm here waiting for you? Not a very considerate thing to do, was it? And I'm sure I don't have to tell you what happens when you disappoint me, do I, my lovely? Naughty girls get punished - and punished hard."
Oh god, my heart began to pound nearly out of control at the thought of him stripping my ass bare and giving me a few well-placed slaps. Lost in the thought of how good that would feel, waiting so long for it to happen again, I jumped when he continued. "But what I should really do is walk out and leave you here alone, aching for it, and itching for a taste of my cock and the good hard fucking you've been desperate for, shouldn't I?"
I could feel my eyes flare. God, no, he couldn't, he couldn't be that cruel. Afraid to approach him without his consent, I pleaded from where I stood. "I'm sorry, Sir, it won't happen again, I promise." Just the thought of him walking out without giving me what I needed, was too painful to even contemplate. Every inch of me literally ached with desperation, now that I was here. And right now I'd do anything he asked, if he'd just give me this one night with him.
I felt myself sag with relief when he seemed to reconsider and said, "Okay. Then you have ten seconds to get out of your clothes before I turn on a light. And I had better like what I see when the lights come on, or you
will
be spending the night alone."
Doing exactly as he said, I made a grab for the hem of my body hugging black silk dress, tugged it over my head and tossed it aside in a heartbeat, quivering at the thought of getting him annoyed again. Still, just imagining him peppering my ass with a few sharp smacks was only getting me hotter.
A second later, when he flicked on the light beside him, I dug my teeth into my bottom lip to keep it from quivering, as I stared at the look of pure unadulterated lust nearly boring into mine. And as his gaze dropped, and he slowly took me in from the top of my silky blonde hair down over my heaving breasts, encased in the sexiest black push-up bra I owned, that I knew gave my girls the most amazing cleavage imaginable, I shivered. In fact, his gaze was so hot as he hungrily ogled my breasts, softly groaning at the sight of me, I swore I could feel it heating my blood, along with my clenching pussy.
And then as his appreciative gaze drifted lower, I finally detected the smile I loved to see curving his beautifully shaped mouth, when he realized I wasn't wearing any panties.
"Beautiful as always, Laura," he murmured. Then he lifted his gaze and met mine, shaking his head like he couldn't quite believe what he was looking at. Leaning closer, he said, "Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now, in just that black lace bra and garter belt and those insanely fetching fish-net silk stocking and heels, just waiting to be fucked?" Inhaling deeply, he shook his head and gave me a naughty smile. "And I can smell your pussy from here, just begging for me to have a taste, you little temptress."
Then when he looked into my eyes, nearly devouring me with his gaze, letting me know he was dying for me too, I swear I was lost.
He really was too handsome for words, with his carelessly tussled deep brown hair, and dark sexy beard. Even still fully clothed in his perfectly fitted charcoal gray suit and tie and crisp white shirt, which was the perfect foil for his sun-bronzed skin, the man was sexy as sin. And those long-lashed sky blue eyes, so dark now with arousal, had me spellbound, just trying to imagine what he might have in mind to do with me tonight. I wanted this man so badly that he had me shivering at the thought of him ravaging my body, and any damn way he pleased.
And thankfully, at least for tonight, I knew that he was desperate for me, too.
He crooked his finger at me to come closer to where he sat on a black wing back chair, his thickly muscled thighs parted invitingly. And of course I didn't hesitate. Once he'd spread his legs wide, slid his hands around my waist and drew me between them, I could feel my pussy anxiously pulsing, just from the delectable feel of his hands sliding over my backside and giving my ass a good hard squeeze, and a few sharp little slaps, getting that tingling, too. And as he stroked his hands over my bare flesh, softly moaning, I could feel myself growing hotter by the second, till I felt like I was burning up. He was getting me so wet that the proof my arousal was slickening my thighs and filling the air with the unmistakable scent of sex.
Nuzzling his lips along my neck, he murmured, "You're such a delight, always so willing to let me have my way with you, aren't you?" And the way he was running his tongue along the edge of my bra, pressing kisses to each of my breasts, my chest was really beginning to heave. And when he groaned and latched onto a nipple right through my bra and tugged it between his teeth, I whimpered. Tossing back my head and licking my lips, I could feel the delectable sting of it shooting straight to my throbbing pussy nearly setting me ablaze. Then as he slid a hand between my legs, and slipped a finger inside me, and worked it in and out, he rolled his eyes at the feel of my quivering little pussy slicking up his fingers. Utterly spellbound as he smiled into my eyes, lifted them to his mouth and licked them clean, softly moaning his satisfaction at the taste of me, I swear I almost came on the spot.
Fuck, what this man did to me. I would do anything he asked of me right now, just as long as he gave me what I needed, what I'd been aching for; the feel of his long hard cock slamming deep into my sex and fucking me till I was screaming his name.
Trembling right to my toes, I watched breathlessly as he narrowed his eyes on me and loosened his tie. And before I even realized what he was doing, he had me spun around and was tying my wrists together behind my back, and covering my eyes with a satiny-smooth blindfold, so I couldn't see a thing.
Bound at the wrists, and without being able to get a glimpse of what he was doing, the feel of lips trailing down my spine felt intoxicatingly hot. Like the erotic sensation of warm wax sliding over my skin, since all I could do now was feel. And dear god was I ever feeling - every last amazing thing he was doing to me. And it all just felt so insanely good, that I wondered if it was possible to climax just from delectable feel of his tongue tracing a path over my quivering skin.
But when he dipped his head, I gasped at the erotic sensation of his tongue sliding over my ass cheeks, and licking deep into my crack, making me shudder and shamelessly thrust my ass back for more. Oh, god, it all just felt so good, my mouth fell open, panting. And he was so close to where I really needed him, too, just inches from my quivering pussy. He had the poor thing almost screaming for even one long hot lash of that talented tongue of his.
Then I cried out as I felt him lifting me into the air, till I could feel the soft leather armrests pressed against my knees, still with my back to him. And for a moment, I felt panicked when he tipped me forward. Unable to see what he was doing, I was scared I wouldn't be able to catch myself with my hands if I fell. But I needn't have worried. With his strong hands firmly grasping me around the waist, he whispered, "I've got you, Laura, you're safe."
