This day needed to be over; scratch that, this whole week needed to be over. The hotel was sold out for the third weekend in a row and I was stuck on rotation with Marcy. Marcy barely knew how to make a keycard even after working here for five years. She spent more time on her cellphone than she actually did working. So it should not have been a surprise to me as she moaned on her cellphone to one of her many boyfriends for the umpteenth time today. Fortunately for Marcy, none of them knew of each other; unfortunately for Marcy, they all needed her attention constantly. I stood at the front desk with a line of seven guests who needed to be checked in and situated, but she just continued to stare at her nails and argue back and forward on her phone. I shot her a glare which she promptly rolled her eyes at.
I was tired. After checking everyone in, I noticed a man looming in the corner. He slowly sauntered over to the front desk, all the while keeping direct eye contact with me. Everything about him screamed danger and dominance, his dark curly hair and dark eyes were just the tip of that iceberg.
"C-checking in," I mumbled.
His voice dripped like honey across my body, "Yes, I am."
I cleared my throat, "Just need the last name, a form of ID, and a credit card for payment."
God, he smelled good, like vetiver and cedar. I slowly and ever so surely began the check-in process and gave him the typical hotel spiel all while my panties were dripping wet.
"Thank you for staying with us. Breakfast is from 7 am to 10 am and the shuttle is available upon request."
"Thank you," he said abruptly.
"If you need anything don't be afraid to call down and I'll assist you as best as I can," I choked out with a smile.
His eyes darkened before he sauntered out of the lobby leaving behind the woody smell of his cologne. I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding and went back to work on ignoring my coworker for the rest of my shift.
It was finally nearing the end, and I couldn't be happier to have been going home. Marcy was once again back on her phone, placating someone named Alex. The front desk phone rang. Room 402, why did that room sound familiar? Then I heard the voice, smooth like honey and aged like a fine whiskey. My pussy was already getting wet and we weren't even on the same floor. He asked for me to bring him up some extra pillows and towels; however, I wasn't about to get myself in trouble while still on the clock, so I sent Marcy upstairs. Of course, the loud mouth had something to say about how hot he was when she came back down.
The clock finally hit 11:00 PM and I clocked out ready to go home for the night, even though I knew that wasn't going to happen since I still had to go shopping. I absent-mindedly walked to the back of the hotel thinking about taking a warm bath to work out the tension that was in my body, when a hand was placed around my mouth and I was dragged to the stairwell. One hand around my throat with the other firmly wrapped around my mid-section, I felt a hard body press me firmly into the wall. The cologne alone told me it was the man in 402. He bent over and gruffly whispered in my ear that I was to walk up the stairs to his room quietly or I wouldn't like what happened next. As he guided me up the stairs with my hands behind my back, I started the slow ascent with a smirk firmly planted on my face. I could feel his eyes burning a hole into my ass and knew I was in for a fun evening, whether I wanted it or not.
I stood at the door to room 402 while he slipped the keycard from his back pocket. He shoved me inside and immediately pressed me into the door raising my arms above my head. He separated my legs with his knee and then pushed up until there was pressure on my clit. I was immobile and couldn't move. Fear and arousal coursing through my body, I was like a wild animal hungry for any stimulation. I had been edging myself all week, waiting for this last shift to be over so I could get myself off. I couldn't help but try and grind on him. He chuckled at my attempt and grabbed my hair pulling it to the side exposing my neck.
He whispered in my ear, "You will only respond with 'Yes, sir' and 'Thank you, sir', understood?"
"Yes, sir," I whined out.
He spoke gruffly, "God, what a little slut you are, hungry for any attention a man is willing to give you aren't you?"
I bit out a moan and continued to grind on his leg seeking some type of release. As I finally opened my mouth to respond, I instantaneously felt a hard smack across my face then a hand wrapping around my throat.
"I expect an answer when I ask you a question, slut."
Without hesitation this time, I answered with a resounding "Yes, sir."
He pulled his leg away laughing at my whine of protest and pushed me to the floor releasing my hands.
"No biting, slut."
Pulling his cock out of his slacks, he grabbed my jaw, forcing me to open my mouth. He pushed forward shoving his hard cock down my throat only pulling out when he felt satisfied. He fucked my throat torturously and roughly at his own pace. He grabbed my hair pulling me up by it and threw me toward the bed.
"Kneel, on the bed, face down," he bit out while continuing to stroke his cock.
With my face pressing into the pillows, I waited for something to happen. I heard him walk to the bathroom and presumably wash his hands. I heard something jingle a bit. I was curious, but also very afraid of what would happen if I moved from my current position. I felt him approach me from behind and grab my pants. He ripped my pants down to my knees and tore off my underwear. I felt the cool air reach my hot, wet cunt and knew he saw how aroused I was at the thought of a strange man raping me in my place of work.
He got down close to my ear and whispered gruffly, "For someone in such a predicament you sure are a wet little slut, aren't you? I can see you dripping for me and smell your arousal. Do you want me to rape your fuck holes and claim them as my own, little slut?"
"Ye-Yes, s-s-ir," I stuttered out.
He stuffed my panties into my mouth. I knew better than to try and remove them. I heard that jingle once again and felt a hard smack against my ass. I jerked forward and cried out. I felt tears start to form and he leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair so I could see the darkness in his eyes as he spoke.
"Crying isn't allowed here, whore. This is a 100% genuine leather belt and you better not bleed on it. You will count out each hit, this is what happens to cock teases. There will be ten hits, the panties will remain in your mouth, but you better call out around them."
I let out the most pathetic whine I have ever heard in my life and waited for the next hit. I felt the belt come right across the middle section of my rear end and knew that I wasn't going to be able to sit for a couple of days.
"1...2...3...4...5," he paused when at five and ran his finger up my wet slit. I was anticipating the next hit to be in somewhat of the same location; however, he decided that the back of my thighs would be the best place for the last five hits getting increasingly closer to my cunt each time. Finally, I reached ten and knew this part was done. He grabbed the belt and my arms and strapped my wrists behind me.
