Stephanie pushed open the door to the bedroom, her stiletto heels clicking along the floor as she entered. Walking over to the bed, she sat down next to her lovely lamp, glowing softly on the bedside desk. Stephanie reached out, touching it feeling its heat run through her fingers, sending a shockwave through her body. She loved how her lamp made her feel the confidence it gave her. Stephanie didn't know why and she didn't care. It gave her the confidence to do things she would have never thought to do. Such as meeting men at a club in search of a master.
Men like the one who followed her into the bedroom. He had caught her eye while she was exploring the hotel bar downtown. Some prominent corporate banker in town to evaluate a local branch, but Steph didn't care. She took one look at him and could feel that familiar heat growing between her legs. He stood a foot taller than her and even had a few inches on her husband. She bit her lip, taking in the sight before sitting down at the bar nearby. She would let him come to her; she wasn't a slut after all.
It wasn't long before they were down the street at the club, his body pressed against her. Muscular hands-on her waist as she pushed her ass into his crotch. "Keep that up, and I might have to fuck you right here on the dance floor," he growled in her ear. She moaned, wishing someone would. Hoping he would be the one to take her to own her.
Grabbing his hand, she pulled it under her skirt. Letting him access her bare pussy. With his other hand, he grabbed her by the throat, pulling her up onto her toes as his other hand rubbed on her clit. "What a depraved slut you are, Stephanie. Practically begging me to fuck you. Is that what you want slut? Do you want my cock?" She frantically nodded as she rolled her hips on his fingers. "Good then, back to the hotel," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and leading her to the exit.