by Abby Wilkes
His beautiful member is rock hard and the epitome of an almost porn-like erection. I worship him as well as I can, moaning with relish as I take him in, using my tongue to tease his glans.
I knew he was close. Yet I gasp in surprise as he suddenly grabs me by the back of my head again, pushing his entire length into my throat as he climaxes. Hard. I cough and spit and he fills my throat with cum—and I love every moment of it.
He sighs as his orgasm dies down. I can feel him relax beneath me. He removes his hand from the back of my head and I straighten myself up. I smile at him with saliva and cum running down the sides of my mouth.
"Holy fuck," he breathes. "You're a great little cock sucker!"
"Thank you, Sir," I whisper.
Chapter 13
Erik
The car comes to a stop just a few minutes after she finished me off. We spent the rest of the drive sitting closely together, with my arm wrapped around her as we sip on another glass of champagne.
She took the edge off by being such a good girl for me, but I can feel that she’s hot with arousal. Her body heat is palpable as she curls up in my arm, trying to control her breathing to not let me notice how excited she is.
She constantly fixes her dress. It’s easy to tell that she’s very aware of her nakedness underneath, and it adds to her anticipation. I can’t wait to be inside her.
The door of the limousine gets opened for us shortly after we come to a halt. I get out before her and offer my hand to help her out.
"Woah!" Lacey exclaims, sounding a bit like a kid who just got spoiled, which is just the reaction I was hoping for.
I chose this place for a reason. It’s one of the most beautiful five star resorts in the city. I’ve never spent the night here before, but I know the restaurant to be a very exquisite place. I’m positive that the rooms will be equally lavish. It will be new to Lacey, and special.
We only have this one night together, so why not spoil her a little?
She beams at our surroundings as I lead her inside.
"You like it?" I ask her.
"Amazing!" she breathes. "You booked a room for us here?"
I chuckle. "All night, if you want to, little girl."
"Damn," she blurts out, biting her tongue. "This place is expensive!"
“You shouldn't worry about that."
“I bet a night here costs more than what I pay for rent in an entire month,” she says in a soft voice, looking up at me through curious eyes. “I always knew you were rich… but that rich?”
I can’t help but grin at her naïve astonishment. It would be a lie not to admit that this feels good. Making her look at me like this, the adoration of me because of my wealth and things I can give to her. There’s something about it. It makes me feel like the tallest man on Earth.
“Don’t worry about it,” I repeat.
"I’m so lucky," she whispers as we stroll through the reception area.
She constantly fixes her dress as we make our way through the reception area. I know she’s worried about someone noticing that she’s not wearing any panties beneath.
The thought of her being naked, obeying like such a good girl, is driving me insane. It’ll be tough not to take her right away once we’re alone.
But I know I can’t attack her like a savage beast. She deserves better—and she will receive better.
"Don't we have to check in?" she asks in surprise as I head straight for the elevator. So fucking cute.
"All taken care of," I say, casting her a quick smile from the side.
The elevator takes us to the uppermost floor. The hallway that greets us is surprisingly small, but very nice. It’s lit up in soft, welcoming light. The walls and floor are completely white, but decorated very tastefully with art, colorful paintings that each have their own little spotlight. It’s almost like walking down a tiny gallery. I’ve never been on one of these floors, but am pleasantly surprised at their modern, yet lavish layout.
She walks closely next to me, and I can feel her tension growing.
"Now," I say, turning around to her as we stop in front of the door. "I want you to immediately undress when we enter the room. Everything except the stockings. Understand?"
She nods, her cheeks flushed with heat. "Yes, Sir."
"You will undress and place your clothes close to the door. You won't need them as long as we’re in there," I add. "And then you will get on all fours, awaiting my commands. Understand?"
Her eyes widen and the color on her blushed cheeks intensifies. "Yes, Sir!"
"Alright then." I plant a little kiss on her forehead, which causes her to flinch with anticipation.
I open the door and beckon for her to enter before me, observing her as she takes in the room I’ve booked for us.
It’s not actually a room, but a suite, one of the best this hotel has to offer. We are standing in the entrance area of the living room that is directly connected to the bedroom by an open archway. Lacey carefully takes a few steps inside to have a peek at it, moving as if she could break anything by being too hasty.
Just like the hallways, the colors of the wall and ceiling are kept in a simple white, while decorations and furniture add color to the place. The few pieces of furniture are all kept in the same dark brown and the floor length curtains are kept in a bright red just as some of the pillows in the otherwise white bed.
"What have I asked you to do?" I warn her as she continues to wander off and stare at the rooms instead of doing what I told her to do.
She flinches and turns around to me. "Oh, sorry!"
I shake my head and pass her to approach a door next to the archway.
"You know what I expect when I get back out here," I warn her before I open the door and disappear into the bathroom, leaving her alone in the living area so she can follow my orders.
Chapter 14
Lacey
I hastily peel myself out of my dress and bra and place my shoes and my purse next to the little pile that I put close to the door on a little chair, now completely naked except for the stockings, just as he’s asked.
I hesitate for a moment. There’s water running in the bathroom. He’s probably freshening up and won't show up any moment now. Good, that leaves me a few moments to do the same. I pick up my purse and fetch a wet wipe from it to quickly clean myself as well. It hasn’t been long since I took a shower and got ready for this date, but I still feel a lot better after giving myself a catlick.
Luckily, there is a big mirror next to the door that allows me to check up on my hair and make-up as well. Not surprisingly, I look quite ravaged already, but not as bad as I expect.
The water stops running in the bathroom and I instantly fall down on my knees, positioning myself on all fours as he’s asked me to.
Just a few moments pass before the bathroom door opens and he reenters the room.
"Good girl," he praises as he approaches me.
I look up at him. He undressed himself and is only wearing black boxer briefs, exposing a fantastic physique that I did not expect.
He is ripped! His broad chest is beautifully tanned, the skin stretching over well sculptured muscles that flex with every move he makes. I’ve always seen him in suits and never expected such a body underneath, even though I’ve noticed how the fabric was stretched around his upper arms. He must work out a lot.
My jaw literally drops at the sight of him. Also, there’s something else that catches my attention.
He’s carrying a black leather belt in his right hand.
"Face down!" he hisses. "On the floor. Ass up!"
"Yes, Sir," I breathe and quickly obey his command, pushing my face down on the carpet beneath me while arching my back to push my ass up as good as possible.
The heat of embarrassment is spreading through my core, quickly joined by arousal. It’s the weirdest sensation.
"Very pretty," he assesses.
Just a moment later, I can feel the leather belt on my behind. He’s gently draping
it along my spine, starting between my ass cheeks and working his way to my neck.
My breathing accelerates as my body prepares for the pain that I know is to come.
And it does. Two sharp strokes cut into the flesh on my behind a lot sooner than I expected them to happen.
I gasp and flinch, but don't make a sound.
"Spilling champagne on my leather seats, huh?" he whispers. "You didn't think I would forget about that, did you?"
"No, Sir."
The belt hits my skin again, placed at a slightly different location on my behind, each strike respectively setting my ass cheeks on fire. Pain, sweet, fiery, and delicious pain is running through my body.
"And the forgetting my orders as soon as you entered the room," he adds.
Only for a moment, I want to protest. But instead I face myself for another round of strikes on my back. Short as they are, only two blows following closely to each other—it still burns like hell.
And this time I receive four, each one stronger than the one before. I cannot keep quiet anymore and eventually find myself screaming at the top of my lungs with the last one.
"Fuck…" I breathe as it’s finally over. I’m panting and sweating.
My body is shivering as I process the after pain, a glowing burn that slowly turns into an almost relaxing throbbing.
"Good girl," he whispers as he leans down to gently caress the burning skin on my behind with his hand. "You did very well."
I moan at the soft touch of his hand. I love it so much. The sweet sensation of after pain, glowing skin that yelps beneath even the slightest touch of a man's hand. I feel so relaxed and yet so excited for his touch at the same time.
"Head up," he commands.
"Yes, Sir," I breathe.
I lift my head and look up at him. He grants me a loving gaze as he places the belt around my neck, pulling it through the buckle so it closes around me.
"Follow me," he says as he straightens up and turns around, holding the end of the belt like a leash to pull me behind him.
He walks surprisingly fast, making it hard for me to follow him without stumbling on all fours.
We pass through the archway into the bedroom.
"On the bed," he commands. "On all fours."
"Yes, Sir," I whisper.
I climb on the bed like a puppy, not daring to get up on my feet, which would have made it a lot easier, and place myself as he has asked. He lets go of the belt so that it’s loosely hanging from my neck.
"On your elbows, hands together, face down," he continues.
As soon as I obey, he wraps a piece of rope around my wrists, tying my hands together before he fastens them at the headboard of the bed.
"Ass up, legs spread," his next command follows. "Give me a good view of that sweet and innocent pussy."
I do as I’m told and he produces more rope to tie my ankles to the posts at the end of the bed on each side respectively.
"Perfect," he evaluates when he’s done. "I wish you could see how perfectly beautiful you look right now, little girl."
"Thank you, Sir," I utter, partly suffocated by the sheets.
He pauses for a moment and looks at me, intently observing every little movement as I’m getting adjusted to the position he has tied me into. I’m breathing heavily, burning with anticipation and excitement.
Eventually, he climbs on the bed behind me, placing himself between my legs, facing my exposed center.
"Still drooling like a bitch in heat," he assesses.
I flinch when I feel his hand on my sex, gently massaging the wet area. I blush as I can literally hear how aroused I am.
He massages my clit, just as skillfully as he did the day before. I squirm and groan loudly as he pushes a finger inside me.
"Fuck me…" I beg helplessly, my voice so low that I’m unsure whether he can even hear me.
He can.
"What is that?" he wants to know.
"Fuck me!" I repeat. Loudly this time, my voice filled with desperation. "Please fuck me, Sir!"
He chuckles and continues to finger me for a few moments, obviously enjoying my desperate convulsions.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “We shouldn’t rush your first time.”
Rush?! Is he kidding me? This is the opposite of rushing, with all the teasing, and everything that happened just a couple of days ago.
“Yes!” I insist. “Please!”
I know he wants me to verbalize my wish again and again. He wants me to beg. If that’s what it takes, I’ll happily oblige.
“I beg you to fuck me, Sir,” I add, closing my eyes in shame.
“Good girl,” I hear him say, still fondling my tortured behind. His touch is so gentle and careful, but it causes a subtle ache every time he finds the spots that have been hit by the belt.
I sigh when he removes his hand and I hear him fiddling with some plastic packaging. A condom, most likely. Finally!
He’s handy and quick. Just a few moments later, I can finally feel the tip of his gorgeous member teasing my entrance.
"Say it again," he demands.
Oh, for God's sake!
"Fuck me, Sir!" I exclaim. "Please fuck me!"
"As you wish," he comments and pushes himself inside me, slowly filling me inch by inch, taking my innocence with him.
I groan as he stretches like no one ever has before. I knew he was big, but I underestimated what it would feel like to accommodate his enormous size in my virgin core.
He feels gigantic.
And so, so good.
“Is that what you want?” he reassures himself.
“Yes, yes,” I breathe, bathing in sweet waves of pleasure as the feeling of his hard length inside of me takes over every part of me.
He grabs me by the hips and starts to rock back and forth in deep and very slow motions, attentively watching me as I take a cock inside of me for the very first time.
"Don't you dare come yet," he warns while he continues to shove himself in and out.
I cannot reply with anything but a desperate moan. My vision is blurry and my head spinning with lust. It feels as if his cock is stirring my entire body.
He leans forward and reaches around me to play with my clit while he continues to fuck me. I yelp at his touch, shocked by how close I am to coming already.
His motions accelerate, turning into strong and merciless thrusts. Every push is accompanied by a spark of pain, just the right amount to serve as an appreciated flavor enhancer.
The sensation of his continuing rocking combined with his skillful fingers on my clit leave me no choice. The first harbingers of my orgasm are already haunting my body.
"N-n-no," I try to protest. "No, don't, I'm gonna—"
"Oh, no you're not!" he insists, withdrawing his hand from my center. I sigh with relief and desperation.
To my surprise, he also withdraws his cock, leaving me wet and hungry for him. I don’t know if I’m bleeding, and I’m too scared to find out.
"I have an idea how to make you look even prettier," he whispers.
I cannot turn around to see what he’s doing, but he appears to be reaching around to fetch something from behind him.
"Have you forgotten what we talked about on our drive up here?" he asks.
I have no idea what he’s aiming at—until I can feel his finger massaging my anus. I gasp in surprise, but eagerly lean into him as he carefully pushes a finger inside me.
"You like that, huh," he notices.
"Mhm," I mumble, now moving back and forth, fucking his finger with my ass. But he doesn't let me do this for long and quickly removes his finger, replacing it with something else. A plug, I assume.
It’s a lot thicker than his finger, and it hurts. I moan in pain as I process the feeling of this new addition. This is more than I expected to happen tonight, but I welcome it nonetheless, the pain just as much as the pleasure that comes with it.
The plug gets thicker the deeper he pushes it inside me, but the pain is very e
ndurable. He picked a small plug. I groan with relief as it’s finally in all the way, tightly secured and stretching my ass about twice as much as his finger did.
"Very good girl," he praises me as he gently pats the end of the plug. "This is stretching you good. I bet you’re even tighter now than you were before.”
I cannot think of anything but a desperate moan to reply to that.
"Do you want me to fuck you now? With this stretching your ass while I do?" he asks.
"Yes!" I breathe. "Yes, Sir. Please!"
He doesn't make me beg for long and quickly grants my wish, forcing himself back inside me. He’s right, I’m a lot tighter now. I can feel him pushing against the plug inside my body, and it drives me insane. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this way.
This is good.
"Oh God," he exclaims as he pushes himself inside me. "Fuck, you're tight."
He doesn't stop until he fills me completely. I’m stretched to the extreme. He slowly starts moving back and forth, fucking me while the plug stretches my ass.
I’m too dizzy with arousal to think clearly. Everything is working together, sending me into a sweet vertigo.
He knows exactly what I need, what I can take. This was worth the wait. I could not have picked a better man to take my innocence away from me.
And he knows that I’m about to explode.
He leans forward so that he’s closer to my head. I can’t see his face, but I can clearly hear him when he whispers: "I want you to come, little girl. Come. Now."
Once again, I reply with a moan—turning into a desperate shriek as he reaches for my clit again. Just the faintest touch of his fingertips is enough to drive me over the edge.
I climax. Loud and hard, desperately shrieking with lust as the orgasm captivates my entire body with strong waves of bliss. And it only takes a split second for him to follow. I can feel him pulsate inside me as he releases himself while my muscles tighten around him.
Tears are running down my face as I float through the sweet, dreamlike condition that follows a climax as intense as this.
Chapter 15
