Pleasure

No questions asked, I followed him like a moth drawn to a flame. He told me to put my clothes back on, and I did.

He asked me to follow him, and I did.

I had no idea where we were going but there were a lot of promises in store he needed to fulfill. I was his now and there was no changing back.

"Where are we going?" I asked,

"To my room," he said.

The short words left me feeling more anxious than usual. We were going up to his room and no one batted an eyelid at me. It felt good.

He turned his card and stepped into the room, I followed suit. The grand decor of the room left me speechless, I have never been anywhere in the hotel except the massage parlor.

"You like?" He asked as he noticed my facial expressions. I nodded in agreement.

He slipped out of his suit jacket, draping it on the sofa, and took his seat. I stood there, unsure of what to do, I have never been in this sort of situation before.

He poured himself a scotch as I waited, the irritation building up as he ignored me standing there.

"So what now?" I snapped,

He regarded me with a cool look, the fingers working on his collar stilled as he took note of my tone.

"Have you ever been tied up before?" He asked,

I shook my head, "no,"

"Good, do you understand what our relationship means?" He asked again.

"A little," I say, unsure.

"It means I own your body, your moans, your pleasure. They all belong to me. Mine to do as I wish or punish you with." He tells me carefully.

I gulp. It sounds exciting and scary at the same time.

"You are to call me master and nothing else." He said

I nodded, "yes sir."

He glared at me but otherwise didn't say anything. He downed the rest of his scotch as he approached me.

My fears increased but I forced myself to keep calm and enjoy the ride. He tilted my chin with a finger as he ran the soft pad of his thumb on my lips.

He placed the thumb between my lips and I sucked it. His eyes flared from heat. He removed his thumb and smacked my ass.

"Go take a shower," he said.

"Yes, master," I quipped before entering the bathroom.

My heart relaxed once I was away from him, he was too intense that I couldn't breathe.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the red cheeks, and dilated pupils were the only thing I could see, my lips were parted and my neck was flushed.

I looked like a satisfied woman and I haven't gone anywhere with him yet. I waited for the inner dialogue to tell me how much of myself I was whoring out to this man. A man I barely knew made an offer and I jumped at it.

I didn't care, I wanted him and I was going to get him, even though it was for one night. Let my wishes come true.

I turned on the shower full blast, standing underneath and relaxing with the wave of water. I took my time scrubbing out today's stress from my body and mind. I had a delicious man standing and waiting right outside the door to devour me.

I stepped out of the shower, toweling myself dry. I felt so much better.

I unlocked the door and stepped out, my initial worries back up. He was standing with his back to me in only his slacks. His dress shirt and shoes were neatly arranged close to the sofa. He had a glass of scotch in his hands.

But that's not what caught my attention, the box on the bed did.

"What's that?" I asked,

"Just a bunch of toys," he shrugged.

I approached the box carefully, curious to see what was in there. I opened the lid and let out a gasp.

My cheeks flamed hot as I once imagined how good all of this feel inside me. I was far too gone.

"Do you like them?" He asked, coming up behind me.

He was in my space, his breath fanned my neck as he spoke.

"Will they hurt?" I asked shakily,

"No, those are entirely for your pleasure." He clarified.

My shoulders relaxed, and he spoke too calmly.

"What do you want with me?" I asked,

"I told you. I want to own every inch of you." He delivered the sentence like it meant nothing. My heart slammed against my rib cage as it thundered from his words.

He pulled my hair to one side, kissing the side of my neck. I shivered against him, his front was pressed against my back. I could feel his hard on digging into my ass. I melted against it.

I rubbed against him as he groaned, "not yet, kitten." He said.

He squeezed my boobs, caressing the other in his hand. I let out a moan from his gentle yet firm touch on my skin. I threw my head back as his teeth sunk into my neck, giving me a little bite.

My toes curled from the little attention he gave my boobs.

"Please," I begged.

"Patience, kitten. we have all night." He promised.

I needed friction so I turned to him, hooking my leg with his and grinding up against him. He let me rub myself against him, my wet crotch staining his slacks as I tried to get a reaction.

He unhooked my leg from him, lifting me in bridal style and dumping me on the bed. He opened the box, taking out the toys one after the other while maintaining eye contact with me, and I gulped.

He looked fierce.

"You want this?" He palmed his cock against his slacks.

I nodded, "good. now, spread your legs."

I did as he asked, no questions asked.

"Good girl," he said just as the vibration came on.