"A brunette. And not one of those rail thin ones. I want something I can grab onto," he demands as he strides past the front desk toward his usual room.
"Right away, sir," mumbles the girl behind the rich wood desk without looking up from her device.
The maroon walls, devoid of art or signs, make the hallway appear even darker and narrower. A gold number four on a plain wooden door marks his destination. Once inside, he lays his suit jacket over the back of a chair and loosens his tie. The room is plain: neutral gray walls, very little furniture. Functional. A moment after he sits on the edge of the bed, she slips through the door silently.
He motions for her to spin around and admires the way her tight black dress showcases her curves. "You'll do," he sighs, satisfied.
"Take it off." She runs her hands up her body - smiling, teasing - to the zipper between her breasts. Perfect, flawless skin is revealed as the zipper descends. Scraps of black lace, barely enough to be considered lingerie are all that remain. When she reaches for the lace, he raises a hand to stop her. Instead he hooks his finger, beckoning her over. She saunters across the room and he feels his body temperature rising already.
He grabs her hips and spins her around, bending her over the bed. He rubs her clit through her panties furiously then in one swift motion, he snaps the waistband and tosses them aside. She gasps.
He removes his belt slowly, relishing the view of her upturned ass - smooth and perfectly pale... waiting. The sound of the end of the belt passing each loop is an intoxicating countdown. The leather around his hand arouses him with anticipation.
Smack.
She whimpers but remains obediently in position. He admires the pink mark and muses about hard, sharp lines of a cane. Maybe next time.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The reddening of her round ass and the way she squirms makes his pants uncomfortably tight, but he wants to hear her scream. The belt rains down in quick succession.
Finally she cries out and his erection springs free upon unbuttoning his pants. Crudely, he spits then thrusts inside her. She arches her back in surprise and pleasure. His fingers dig into her hips.
His thighs slam against her tender, bruising bum. Harder and faster. He feels himself losing control while she moans prettily.
