The Elusive O

by Renee Rose

  “Yes, sir.” She went to the corner he indicated and stood in it, relishing the already diminishing sting on her bottom and the post-orgasm languor that was flowing through her body. She heard him behind her but she didn't turn to look. His hands came up in front of her face and he was holding the silk scarf she'd been using as a belt. He covered her eyes with it and tied it snugly behind her head.

  “Hands on the wall,” he commanded. “Spread your legs.”

  She obeyed him, growing intensely wet again at the helplessness of her situation. She felt his two hands grip her hips and then the tickle of his stubble between her cheeks. His tongue licked into her and she moaned.

  “Push your butt out. More,” he commanded and she arched her back and thrust her pelvis back at him. He grasped her more firmly and used his tongue expertly, stimulating her clit first, then penetrating her, then moving back to her clit. He brought her to her third orgasm and her legs were like jelly.

  “Do you have a condom?” she gasped, wanting him to have his pleasure too.

  He spanked her once. “Who's in charge of his show?” he asked in a low, sexy voice, right in her ear.

  She groaned at the effect his words had on her. “You are,” she moaned.

  “That's right. I am. And I do have a condom. But there's something naughty girls always must do after a spanking.”

  He put his arm around her waist and turned her around, leading her several steps toward the bed. She heard the scrape of the chair and the zip of his zipper. “On your knees, my little Molly.” There was something very moving about being called his little Molly. Both the use of her name as the possessive turned her on. She knelt down and she heard the scrape of the chair again as he scooted it closer. He guided her head forward and she reached with her hands to help her find his length. He was unbelievably hard and she took him into her mouth slowly, deliberately, enjoying the murmur of approval she heard from him.

  The blindfold only heightened her ability to please him-- somehow it took pressure off her-- with the one sense blocked out, she could focus more on her other senses. The feedback of touch first-- the feel of gliding her warm moist mouth up and down his length, playing with how far back she could take him as she worked to relax her gag reflex. The auditory feedback, second-- she reveled in the delight of hearing his moans increase. Finally, the taste of him as he started to come, and she withdrew him from her mouth and used her hand to pump his ejaculation over her breasts.

  “Oh you little slut,” he purred approvingly. She smiled up in his direction.

  * * *

  Jason had never seen anything more beautiful than Molly kneeling before him, blindfolded with her black silk scarf and smiling like a satisfied cat. “You are very good at that,” he told her and her smile grew even broader. He pulled her up and turned her around to sit on his lap. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and teased it with his tongue, nipping a little with his teeth and then clamping his lips down and pulling it. She groaned and arched toward him.

  “Did you need another spanking?” he asked her casually, as if he were offering her a glass of wine.

  “Yesssss,” she breathed.

  “I thought so,” he said. He stood up, bringing her to stand with him and pulled the chair out of the way. He turned her to face the dresser and folded her at the hips. “Elbows on the dresser,” he commanded. She leaned on her elbows. He bent down to his discarded pants and pulled the belt out of the belt loops. Hearing the sound, Molly tensed up. Her smile had faded.

  He laid a hand on her back and leaned close to her ear. “Shh. It's all right. This is a very soft and flexible belt and I will be watching you closely. You can just say 'safe word' if you get scared, all right?”

  She nodded quickly. He started very, very lightly and enjoyed the show as she rolled her hips back, eager for it. He gradually picked up the intensity and she began to moan with pleasure. “A little harder?” he asked. Although he had done this before, he had a feeling this was her first time and he didn't want to push it.

  “Yes.”

  He struck her a little harder and after about six swats she started to dance away from him so he stopped and rubbed her reddened cheeks. “Such a perfect little ass,” he murmured.

  “Ohhhh,” she answered.

  He ripped open a condom and rolled it on, never taking his eyes off Molly's beautiful backside, which was was arching back and waggling from side to side in anticipation. He slapped her bottom. “You are making me crazy with that,” he scolded.

  “Mmm, that's the idea,” she said and then moaned softly as he slid into her. He moved slowly at first, taking long strokes all the way in and almost all the way out, making her groan each time he entered her again. He built up a rhythm slowly, enjoying the sensation of her tight sheath. As his excitement began to build, he reached around and pinched one of her nipples while he drove into her, causing her to cry out and climax, with him following not far behind.

  He stroked both hands down the long lovely line of her torso, from her breasts, down the sides until he reached her hips, where he gave a gentle squeeze as he withdrew. He could feel she was trembling. He slid the blindfold off her and turned her around, taking her into his arms. She twined her arms around his neck and he scooped her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before crawling up beside her.

  “That. Was. Amazing,” she said. She was lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling.

  “Yes, it was,” he agreed.

  She rolled into him and laid her head on his shoulder, running her pretty fingernails across the hair on his chest. After a little while she rolled off the bed and started putting her clothes on. He sat up and grasped her around the waist, pulling her back. “Where do you think you're going?”

  “I do not want to be doing the walk of shame tomorrow morning and have someone from Gentex see me,” she said.

  He thought for a moment. “Give me your key card. I'll go get your running clothes and toothbrush and if anyone sees us in the morning they'll think you just stopped by to pick me up for our run.”

  She looked at him doubtfully. He shook his head. “You're not leaving this room and that's final.” He waited to see how that heavy-handed pronouncement was going to go down.

  She gave him a slow grin. “Is that right?”

  “Yep, I'm in charge here, remember?” he grinned back.

  She laid back on the bed. “All right,” she said easily. “If you say so.”

  He picked up her purse. “Is it in here? Nevermind, I found it. Room 342, right?” He'd met her there that morning for their run.

  “That's right.” She sat up again, watching him put his clothes on. “I need my hairbrush and scrunchy to put my hair in a ponytail in the morning, too.” Then her eyes narrowed. “What happens if someone from Gentex sees you leaving my room at this time of night?” she demanded.

  “I won't be seen. I promise.” He gave her a wink and left.

  Prowling through her things in her room was more of a turn-on that he'd imagined. She had unpacked her clothes neatly into the hotel dresser drawers, and he took his time examining her pretty panties and bras. He knew she'd want the sports bra for running, but he wasn't sure if she ran in the lacy panties. But no, there were some pretty colored cotton ones, too. He picked a pair of those and then found her running pants and t-shirt in another drawer. The bathroom was easy to navigate-- he grabbed her toothbrush, hairbrush and scrunchy, and then found make-up remover and facial soap. She ran in the “barefoot shoes” that were so popular lately-- the kind with barely any sole and the five toes separated. He found them in the closet. He threw everything in one of the hotel dry cleaning bags and went back to his room. She was curled up on her side fast asleep. He brushed his own teeth and spooned her, enjoying the smell of her thick silky hair.

  He woke to the sound of her washing her face and brushing her teeth in the bathroom the next morning and he walked in behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She was in her running gear alread
y, her long hair pulled back into a ponytail. “How's your butt?” he asked, figuring it was best to address their activities from the night before immediately, in case she felt embarrassed or awkward in the light of day.

  She grinned at him in the mirror. “Totally fine. Too bad, I was kind of hoping there would be marks.”

  He threw his head back and laughed. “That can certainly be arranged,” he said, nipping at her ear with his teeth. He got into his own running clothes and laced up his running shoes. She worked her toes into the five toe holes of her shoes and cinched the elastic cord on them. The morning air smelled fresh and clean. Vancouver was a beautiful city, vibrant with culture and color and fresh with the ocean breezes. They ran in silence for a while, until Molly said, “So...I kind of have a rule about not dating people from work.”

  “Me too,” he said. “But I don't have any rules about not spanking them.”

  She burst out laughing. “I'm serious, here, Josh. This is probably a bad idea.”

  He slowed down to a walk and she reluctantly followed suit. When they'd walked enough to slow their breath, he stopped and pushed her up against the side of the building. “Molly Winters, you blew my mind last night and I'm not going to let you go,” he said, meeting her square in the eye so she knew he was serious. He hoped that because she was turned on by domination, this was a better route that trying to talk about things rationally. Because rationally speaking, he agreed with her. Dating co-workers was always a bad idea.

  She looked up at him, a mixture of pleasure and confusion on her face.

  “Listen. I agree, dating in the workplace is usually a mistake, but you are worth breaking all the rules, as far as I'm concerned.

  She studied his face, the corners of her lips starting to turn into a smile.

  “I'll tell you what-- I'll race you back to the hotel. If you win, the decision is yours-- not that I won't try to influence you. If I win, you're mine to do whatever I want with. You'll be my love slave to spank and pleasure as much as I like, until the end of time.” He gave her a wicked grin.

  She giggled and darted past him, running as fast as she could.

  “You'd better pace yourself!” he called after her, catching up fairly easily with his long-legged strides. She looked over her shoulder at him and made a playful growling sound, digging in to run even faster. He already knew she was not a good sprinter. She was a distance runner. He stayed two paces behind her until they reached the block of the hotel where he easily pounded past her to the front door. He waited there as she came limping up, gasping and holding her side. “You bastard,” she gasped.

  “Love slave it is,” he said with satisfaction. He held the door open for her. “You'd better prepare yourself, I'm going to keep you up all night tonight.”

  “Oh God, Josh,” she was still panting.

  “Yep. That's what you'll be saying,” he teased her and she rolled her eyes.

  * * *

  Showered and dressed for business, Molly slid into a chair across from her boss Lupita. “How did the dinner go last night?”

  “Good, I think. He said they'd review the contract and suggest changes by next week, so I think that means we're a go. Not counting my chickens till they hatch, though. How was dinner with the Bakers?” She waggled her eyebrows a bit, acknowledging that it could be a bit of a chore.

  She grinned. “It was fine.”

  Josh came in carrying two cups from Starbucks and slid one in front of her. God help her, she was absolutely falling in love with this man. “Thanks,” she beamed.

  “Where's mine?” Lupita asked.

  Josh gave her a charming smile and shrugged. “Sorry. Molly and I went for a run this morning, so she put in her order already.”

  That wasn't actually true, but she appreciated how he downplayed it. She took a sip. Vanilla latte, just what she always ordered. Josh was the kind of guy who paid attention to those things-- it was the trait that made him good at keeping all their distributors happy. “Perfect,” she said with a smile. He winked and she felt herself melting like butter.

  “May I have a sip?” Lupita asked. “The coffee here is dreadful. I don't know why we always have to stay in these boutique hotels. I mean, what's wrong with the Westin, for God's sake?”

  Molly smiled sympathetically. I know, it's a crap shoot, but I think it makes it more interesting.

  “Mmm hmm,” Lupita said, unconvinced.

  Working the booth that afternoon, Josh drifted over to her during a lull. “So,” he said casually. “Do you have any other scarves here with you?”

  She shook her head, smiling.

  “How about belts?”

  She swallowed.

  “Don't lie or you'll be punished soundly,” he said in a very low voice.

  She chuckled. “Okay, yes, I have two belts, actually.”

  “Perfect. Tell the gang you're too wiped to join them for dinner and that you're just doing room service tonight. Bring both belts and the scarf to my room tonight at 7 pm, sharp.”

  She felt a tingling sensation all way to her toes. “Yes, sir,” she said softly.

  He clicked the end of his pen definitively and sauntered off, probably fully aware that she was still staring at his back. Josh Stone was into spanking. Who would have ever guessed it? And how on earth did he guess that she would be interested too?

  That evening, she waited impatiently for 7 pm. He said sharp, so she didn't want to arrive early, didn't want to arrive late. She wasn't sure if she was actually supposed to call for room service, or if they would be eating together in his room. She opted to wait. If he had already eaten, she could always call for something else to be brought up to his room.

  She sat on the end of the bed, wrapping the belts and scarf around and around in her hand. Josh Stone was into spanking. She couldn't quite get her mind around it. She rather felt like she'd won the lottery, other than the concerns about dating someone from the workplace. They'd been friends for the past three years-- sharing work triumphs and struggles, going on morning runs when they traveled together and having a lot of laughs. Add to that her sudden intense attraction to him, and he was pretty much the perfect guy. And he seemed pretty into her, too.

  She looked at the clock. 6:55 pm. She stood up, slipped her shoes on and headed for the door, then realized that she couldn't very well walk down the hotel hallway carrying two belts and a scarf. She threw them in a shoulder bag, and added in her running clothes for the following day, in case he “forced” her to spend the night again. 6:58 pm. Shit. Now she was going to be late. She raced out the door and hit the elevator button repeatedly. It was 7:03 pm the time she knocked on Josh's door.

  “You're late,” he said.

  “I know. Sorry!”

  “Ten spanks for every minute you were late.”

  A delicious twinge pulled between her legs hearing that. “Yes sir,” she said softly.

  The door to the balcony was open and there were fancy take out boxes positioned on a small table between two chairs. “Hungry?”

  “Starving,” she said appreciatively.

  “Come on, little love slave. We can't have you wasting away.” His smile was so warm she almost melted. He had uncorked a bottle of red wine and he poured it now into the little water glasses the hotel provided. She accepted a glass and settled into one of the chairs on the balcony, watching as he opened the boxes of food and handed her a fork. “Lemon chicken, salad and sweet potato fries.”

  “Yummy.”

  “And if you're really sweet, I got you a chocolate caramel torte. Because I know how you like dessert when you can expense it.”

  “Oh God, you can't expense this, Josh!”

  He laughed. “I know, I know. I won't. Don't worry, it will be tough, but I think I can swing this meal.”

  She smiled at him. Her nervousness disappeared in a few more minutes as they settled into their usual banter about work and life. She wanted to ask him about his experience with spanking or being a dominant, or whatever it was at w
hich he seemed to be quite expert, but she couldn't manage work it into the conversation. After they finished, she helped Josh collect the boxes and throw them in the trash.

  “Did you bring what I asked you to bring?” Josh came up behind her and asked in a low voice, his arms going around her waist.

  “Yes, sir,” she squeaked.

  “Good girl. Bring them to me now.”

  She removed the two belts and the scarf from the bag and brought them over to him, suddenly feeling like she hadn't had enough wine for this. He seemed to know that she need some warming up, because he pulled her in for a kiss, his hands roaming freely all over her body.

  “That's my little slave. You belong to me,” he said softly when he broke away, then continued kissing her lips, her throat, her collarbone. He nipped at her breast through her shirt, then brought his hands up underneath it and began rubbing her nipple between his finger and thumb. He pulled her shirt off. “This body belongs to me. It is for me to do whatever I want with,” he said.

  His words produced a complete surrender in her-- her knees became jelly and she just offered herself up completely to him, eager to see what it was that he wanted to do with her.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, as if he'd sensed her obedience. He unsnapped her bra and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling until she felt her panties were soaked with moisture. He broke away. “Everything off. Lie face down on the bed.”

  She sucked in her breath and peeled off her jeans and panties, crawling onto the bed to lie face down. She was glad he said face down, because despite the fact that her bottom was presented for punishment, she felt safer be with her face hidden. He wouldn't see the need, the desire, the exquisite vulnerability she was experiencing. She listened closely and thought she heard him pick up the belt. She squeezed her eyes closed, but instead of spanking her with it, she felt him cinching it around her upper thighs. He used the scarf to bind her ankles and then another belt to pin her two elbows back toward each other behind her. She was completely trussed up, the belt around her upper thighs pushing the flesh of her bottom up and out for his punishment or pleasure, whichever it was he would choose. She felt the bed move as he climbed up next to her, then he positioned himself so he was leaning with his back against the headboard and pulled her neatly over his lap. Her breasts were pushed out by the elbow binding, which somehow also caused her butt to be pushed out. She was dripping wet, totally turned on and a little terrified at the same time.