"Rise and shine."
Olivia's eyes slowly fluttered open. Everything seemed a little bit blurry at first. There was a pinkish object in front of her. After blinking her eyes a few times, her vision began to focus. She let out a shocked gasp. Staring her right in the face was Luke's morning wood.
"Open wide," Luke grinned.
Olivia's lips remained pressed together.
"I said open," he ordered.
Olivia knew he would go easier on her if she complied. But in her newly awoken, disoriented state, she was in no mood to perform enthusiastic fellatio.
Luke drew his hips back a bit, twisted at the torso and slapped Olivia in the face with his stiff cock. "Oh!" Olivia cried in surprise.
"I said open your whore mouth," Luke growled before slapping her on the other cheek with his member. Precum streaked the side of her face.
Olivia half-heartedly opened her mouth and Luke slipped his rod between her lips. The salty head of his cock slid over her tongue. The he pulled back out again. Bringing his hips forward, he once again invaded her oral cavity, this time sliding in deeper. On the third intrusion, the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Olivia began to dry heave.
Luke made a tsk tsk sound. "Like I said last night, that is really something you need to work on," he chided her as he pumped in and out of her mouth, causing her to repeatedly gag.
After a few more thrusts, Luke eyed the digital clock on the bed side table. He pulled his stiff erection out of Olivia's mouth. "Officer Amelin and Officer Letov will be here soon to pick you up. You can finish me off later," he said nonchalantly as he began to unfasten her wrists and ankles.
Olivia slowly got up off of the bed. Her entire body was sore from having been restrained in one position all night. Luke placed his hand on her upper back and began pushing her toward the bathroom.
He turned on the shower, tested and adjusted the temperature, and indicated for her to get in. Olivia stepped into the large shower area under the rain shower head. Luke pulled off his boxer shorts and stepped in behind her.
Her bright red, sore bottom still stung as the water repelled off of her voluptuous globes. Olivia visibly winced. "That looks like it smarts," Luke observed as he reached down and grabbed one of her cherry red cheeks. Olivia squealed in pain. Luke could not hide is amusement as he pressed his fingers into her soft scarlet flesh.
"Sir, please!" Olivia begged.
Luke tittered as he grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather up his large robust form. Olivia watched him nervously, unsure of what she should do.
He quickly but thoroughly washed his entire body. Then he turned to Olivia. With the bar of soap in his left hand, he pulled her toward him with the right. He began soaping up her large milky tits.
"When was the last time someone cleaned these for you?" he inquired as he pinched one of her nipples. Olivia squeaked in response. Luke chuckled as he lowered his soapy fingers to her tummy. Olivia squirmed as he slid his slippery hands all over her ticklish abdomen. "You're skin is so sensitive," he observed with a smile.
He then ordered her to turn around. Olivia cringed, knowing what was to come. As he soaped up her round red rump, Olivia winced and groaned in pain. But then, even worse, he slipped a thick finger into the cleft of her behind and sought out her back passage.
Olivia gritted her teeth and grimaced. "Mmmmm," Luke purred as he made contact with her tight cavity. "I'm wondering when I should make use of this hole. I don't think we have enough time this morning to do it justice. Maybe when you return this evening, I'll take your ass," Luke contemplated aloud as the tip of his finger slipped past her sphincter. Olivia grunted in discomfort. "Just another thing to look forward to," Luke said as he removed his finger from her crack and slapped her right cheek. Olivia flinched in pain.
Luke instructed her to turn back around. Olivia slowly turned and faced him. Luke, taking the bar of soap, lathered up his hands once again. He brought his right hand toward her pelvis and slid his soapy fingers over her vulva. He stroked a larger outer lips before lightly grazing her clit. Olivia inhaled sharply, her body stiffening.
"Are you going to work hard today?" he asked in a warning tone of voice. His fingers slipped between her fleshy folds as her rubbed her smaller delicate inner lips.
"Yes, Sir," Olivia said quietly.
"When the police bring you back here this evening, I'm going to ask them how you performed." Luke's finger tips massaged her vulva right above the shaft of her clitoris. Her little nub filled with blood. Her entire pussy felt swollen. Her clitoris tingled.
"Like I told you last night, if you work hard and do a good job, I will reward you generously," he said huskily. He placed the tips of his index finger and middle finger on either side of her clit and gently began to massage her sensitive flesh.
"Yes ... Sir," Olivia panted.
"And you want me to reward you, don't you?" Luke, with the lightest of touches, began stroking the head of Olivia's clit.
"Oooooooh ..." Olivia moaned.
"I'll take that as a yes," Luke smirked. The tip of his middle finger gently circled the head of her clit.
Olivia's back was pressed up against the tiled wall. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. Her hips were thrust out as she leaned back. As Luke continued his ministrations, Olivia's legs began to tremble.
"Oh god," she sighed. "Ooooooh ..."
"Alright," Luke said as he pulled his fingers from her engorged button. "Now that I've gotten you properly motivated for the day, let's have some breakfast.
Olivia slowly opened her eyes and sighed in disappointment. Disappointed that she was not allowed to climax. But also disappointed with herself for not having better self-control. Why did her body respond so strongly and intensely to the touches of men? Why did she get aroused so easily? Olivia cringed with disgust and self-loathing.
Luke ordered Olivia out of the shower. They walked back into the bedroom. Luke opened the closet and pulled out a blue button-up shirt and a grey pair of pants. In the far corner of the bedroom, his suitcase sat on a luggage rack. He flipped it open and pulled out a clean pair of boxer shorts. As he dressed, Olivia stood naked near the door of the bathroom looking down at the carpet. She silently hoped he would let her choose her own outfit for the day.
"Sir," she said hesitantly as he finished buckling his pants.
"Yes," he replied, eyeing her curiously.
"Would it be okay if I got dressed now?" she inquired meekly.
"Not just yet," he answered buttoning up the cuffs of his shirt. "We'll have breakfast first. Then I'll pick out an outfit for you to wear."
Oh great, Olivia thought to herself bitterly. She would have to sit through all of breakfast nude. Then god only knew what embarrassing outfit he would choose for her to wear for the day.
They entered the living room area of the hotel suite. "Last night while you were in the shower, I put in an order to room service for this morning's breakfast. It should be here any minute. I hope you like veggie omelettes and fruit salad," he chirped.
Olivia eyed the living room, trying to decide where the best place would be for her to stand when room service arrived. She tried to work out which corner of the room would be least visible from the hotel suite door.
Luke sat down on the couch and busied himself with a stack of papers; some in English and others printed in exotic Vulmonian script.
When there was finally a knock at the door, Olivia began making her way over to the south-west corner of the living room. She had determined that would probably be the best place to stand if she did not want to be seen by whoever was at the door.
"Olivia, go get that," Luke said absentmindedly as he continued to shuffle through documents.
"But Sir ..." Olivia said, shocked.
Luke did not look up from his work. "Olivia," he said sternly, "Answer the door." He did not yell. But his tone of voice made it clear that his instructions were not optional.
Upset and almost shaking, Olivia had to hold back tears as she made her way over to the door. Whoever was on the other side knocked again. "Room service," said a male voice in English with an Eastern European accent.
Olivia's heart sank when she heard that it was a man. She took a deep breath and with a trembling hand, she grabbed the doorknob, twisted it and slowly pulled the door open.
The uniformed hotel worker standing in the hall raised his eyebrows in surprise as he took in the view of the unclothed young woman. His mouth dropped open and he muttered something under his breath in Vulmonian that Olivia could not comprehend.
Olivia's cheeks burned crimson as she tried to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands.
After gawking at Olivia's form for an uncomfortably long moment, the hotel worker finally composed himself enough to say, "Your breakfast is here."
"Excellent!" Luke said cheerfully as he looked up toward the door. "Come on in." He tried to stifle a laugh at the sight of Olivia desperately trying to cover her private areas.
Olivia stepped aside as the bellhop wheeled in the room service cart.
"You can just wait by the door," Luke said to the hotel employee. "Olivia, move our breakfast from the cart to the dining table."
Olivia let out a quiet sigh of frustration. Of course Luke could not just let her be, standing to the side, trying to keep her intimate parts covered. It figured he would force her to perform some task that involved her exposing herself to a strange man.
Reluctantly removing her hands from her large breasts and shaved snatch, she approached the cart, picked up a covered plate and moved it to the dining table. The bellhop watched her, taking in the view of her nubile young body. As she bent forward to place the plate down on the table, her large teats gently swung from side to side. The bellhop watched fascinated. Luke inwardly smiled.
