by Mia Ford
“Even when you come, I own that. You’ll only do it if I allow you to do it. Do you understand me?”
I moan as I feel that one is starting to come on right now.
He climbs off me and growls, “Wonderland.”
He’s confirming that he heard me, “But if you disobey me at any time, then I’ll have to punish you.”
I’m confused what he means by that, but as he lifts me up. I know that I’ll soon have the answer to the question in my mind.
“Remember your word. This is just a tease of what I’ll do to you if you step out of line.”
I don’t even have time to ask him what he means because he sweeps me in his arms and spins me around him. I can tell that I’m resting on his knee and that he’s not wearing anything too. As I feel his naked skin, which means that he was waiting in the bathroom. He has no clothes on, and I’m so desperate to see his perfectly shaped body at this point. But he distracts me as he says, “This is gong to hurt at first. Just a sting. Brace it.”
I’m resting on his knee and trying to put myself comfortably across his knee.
“I bet you’ve never been spanked before?”
Hell no!
Then I remember one time that mom did it when I was a little girl. But never by a grown man.
“No, do we have to do this.”
He strokes my back with my butt up in the air and my arms tied in front of me, I start to feel nervous once again.
“Remember you have a word, if it gets too much then just shout it out.”
I nod because I can’t see anything and all I have is my voice. That’s what he’s telling me. I need to use that if it all gets too much.
I nod again for reassurance.
He tugs at my panties gently and then starts to stroke my cheeks.
“Your ass is so perky and perfectly shaped. Just the way that I like it.”
His approval relaxes me. It stops me wanting to squirm Wonderland.
“Now I’m going to give you a taste of it.”
His hand is still on my back, but then there’s a crash on my left cheek. The pain’s so sharp and instinct. I find myself not enjoying it at all as I grit my teeth. He doesn’t wait for me to respond as he does it once again. He starts to pick a steady rhythm as he starts to spank me every time just a little harder. My skin’s burning as it stings more every time.
Then the strangest thing starts to happen, no longer am I feeling the pain, but it’s as if I’m getting used to it as I start to embrace it. Every wave is now sending the pleasure through my body and trying to eliminate the pain. I stop screaming, and they’re turning into moans as he continues to smack me.
“I told you that you'd enjoy it. I should have stopped earlier,” he’s rubbing my cheeks, and I can feel his erection by my arm. It turns me on even more as he’s stroking my cheeks.
“They’re so red and the perfect shape. Fuck Emily, I want you so badly, I love a good spanking, but not as much as a good fucking and I know with you. That’s exactly what’s going to be happening tonight.”
His fingers slid in between my panties, and then I start to moan as I’m no longer thinking about my stinging ass cheeks, but how he’s making me feel right now.
“Admit you liked it?”
I’m lost for words, unable to speak as he continues to rub the inside of my pussy. He’s slowly putting one finger in, expecting us to have a conversation as I perk my butt even higher up.
“You’re so fucking wet right now.”
“I know, don’t stop,” I hum as he pushes deeper inside of me.
I start to move my butt in rhythm to his fingers entering in and out of me. I’m pushing his fingers so that they can go deeper.
“You’ve behaved so well Emily, it’s as if you were born to be a submissive,” he says removing his fingers from my pussy that’s dying for him to make me come.
“Remember I said that I own your orgasm. You can’t climax unless I want you to climax, and right now I know that you’re so fucking wet for me.”
“Please!”
I’m so close to the edge, and his finger was fantastic. Even better than the spanking. I don’t want him to stop as I buck against him. Maybe if he sees that I’m so desperate, then he’ll carry on.
“You’re so fucking hungry right now.”
Then he puts his finger back inside of me, this time not just one but two. He stretches me and growls, “Maybe I’ll give you what you want!”
He starts to rub his thumb against my clit, and I start to realize that he’s a man of his word. As he starts moving it in slow circles. I was so close to the edge before, but right now it doesn’t take much to send me on my journey. My body starts to hum as I brace myself against his legs ready to explode.
Then he sighs, “I want to see you come.”
Without warning, he takes away his fingers. My eyes were shut; my body was rubbing against him, no longer was I thinking about the awkward position that I’m in at the moment. Everything went out of my mind and the only thing that I thought was coming, was my sweet release and he’s taken it away from me. Just like that.
I’m opening my mouth to protest, but my throats dried and it feels as if he’s gaged me, but he hasn’t. I’m completely lost for words as I’m doing the one thing that I want to do right now and he’s taking it away from me.
“For the first orgasm, I want it to rip through you. I can sense that this one will be a quiet one. I want to achieve more than that.”
He’s talking and moving me at the same time as his fingers wrap around my hips and he leans close.
“This is how I want you to come.”
He rams his cock inside of me with one single thrust. It takes me completely by surprise as I feel my climax come back to life, it’s as if it never went away. There’s a surge of muscle curling through me as my pussy clings against his hardness. It’s so fucking intense, and then I remember his words. That when I do come, he’ll make sure that it explodes through me. My breath drains as he continues to thrust inside of me harder and I can’t help but give in to him. I wanted my orgasm to come, but as he bury’s further all the way to the root. I moan as I start to realize that his cock is so big.
He holds one hand on my back and pushes me onto the bed and seizes my shoulders as he continues to make animal noises. He grinds against me with his thrusts as if he has a sense of urgency. I feel so possessed right now as he slows down and moves his hand to the back of my head and then he starts to shift angles, and I scream as if my life depends on it as an orgasm rips through me.
The same way that he said it would happen. I’m trying to get my breath back. Trying to think straight, but my body just keeps shivering and seems to have completely lost control of itself. My mind has so many images right now and as I start to gain my sense back.
Marvin asks, “Do you like it like this Emily?”
I nod my head.
“I asked you a question; you should reply,” he barks at me.
His cock is now at the entrance, teasing me and I’m dying to get my hand and just slip it in, but I can’t. I’m still bound and completely at this mercy. Marvin shifts his angle and brings his hand up to my ass.
“Have you ever been fucked up the ass?”
His question catches me by surprise as I start to feel another arousal. I thought that I'll be tired. I’ve never climaxed more than once. Even though one man has tried, someone I was dating just so that I didn’t feel as if I was the only one without a man. It’s difficult when you’re in a circle of friends, and they all have someone. So, I dated him, there was no connection because there’s only one thing that’s always on my mind.
Designs.
That’s why I’m here right now. But this isn’t what’s making me give in to his demands. No, something else is doing that.
Marvin.
“No!”
I say as if I’m a born again virgin. As if I’ve never been touched and if the idea of it all is too much to bear. Here I am in a room with him
tied and blinded by it all. I want to see Marvin so badly.
What does he look like when he’s doing the things to me?
Is he as cold as he sounds? Or is he enjoying it a lot more than comes out in his voice?
“We’ll start slow. Seeing as this is your first time, but…”
Then he starts to pinch my butt cheeks, “I just want you everywhere. But I have the whole weekend to have you. I can wait.”
I wonder if he’s talking to himself or me?
His cock greets my pussy one more time with the same urgency as before, and then he angles me so that his cock is entering every part of me. No fold unturned as Marvin starts to fill me with his cock.
“Come with me!”
He commands, and I’m shaking my head thinking that I’ve never had a second orgasm before in my life. He’s sent waves through my body, and there’s no way that I can come again. Not like this, but then I realize that he’s right. As our bodies start to rock together.
Marvin starts to make animal noises, “That’s right. Don’t fight it.”
He’s right; I’ve been building this wall. One that stops me completely letting go, but then as we connect. I start to realize that I can come with him. I can do this, not because he told me too, but there’s a release that’s building inside of me as he bury’s himself deeper inside of me. It fills me up and has my pussy feeling the need to clench with cock.
“Fuck! I’m coming!”
He shouts out as if he’s in shock that he’s giving in. I don’t know what to say, but scream as I’m surprised that this is happening again. I didn’t think that it was possible, but knowing that the waves of pleasure are taking hold of me again, makes me smile. A smile of satisfaction as Marvin’s speed picks up, and he starts to jerk behind me.
He’s bent on top of me, and all I can do is scream as the aftermath takes place and I start to feel breathless after screaming at the top of my lungs. Marvin moves to completely free me. Not only with my arms, but my sight too. As I flop onto the bed, I can’t even open my eyes.
Everything in the room feels hazy, and that’s when I see Marvin sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me. I feel as if I’m Alice in Wonderland, trying to find my way home as I try and regain my senses.
“Was that so bad?”
This is when I see Marvin glistening in the light. He’s sweaty, just like me and as he removes the condom from his cock. I see the size of it as it’s limp. I wonder what the hell it looks like when it’s fully erect. I smile as I think that I know what it feels like when it’s fully erect. But what does it look like?
I shake my head, “I’m trying to get my head around it all. What does all this mean?”
I cautiously move towards him. He bound me, which means that he doesn’t want to be touched, he’s the perfect shape of a man. Age doesn’t seem to factor into it.
He laughs, “I think that I’m getting old.”
“If that’s what you’re like when you’re old. I hate to think what you’re like when you were younger.”
He shakes his head, “Nothing like that. It was more of a Wham, Bam. Thank you, Ma’am.”
There’s an awkward moment, where we’re both staring at each other. Unclear what to do next.
“What does all this mean?”
I know that we had sex, but there’s more to it. I’m sure of it. Especially after he went to so much trouble.
He points to a door, “Do you want to go in there and freshen up?”
His voice is more gentle, and I don’t know what to make of it. It’s as if the man that had tied me up was unique to the one that’s in front of me right now. The one sitting on the edge of the bed is the man that I know. The quietly confident Marvin. My dad’s best friend and the person that I’ve agreed to spend the whole weekend with in Vegas.
I shake my head at the idea of going any further with him. This is just one weekend, yet I have a desire to have more.
“I’ll go and freshen up,” I walk into the bathroom and I don’t see an attractive sight as I shut the door. Mine once tied up in a perfect bun is now looking like a bird’s nest as parts of it are stuck to my face. I take out my hair and leave it loosened and wash my face and the most important part of my body, in between my legs.
I wash my aching pussy and think about what’s just happened between us. Is this just a weekend? Did Marvin have something else in mind for us?
I can’t help but think about what Michelle said, ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’
But does it. Will this just go away after all that’s happened between us. I shake my head at the idea of it being more than that. This was just an arrangement, which will end first thing Monday morning.
I want to talk to Marvin about it and as I open the door and see him lying in bed with an open space for me to join him. There’s so much on my mind, but I find myself slipping under the covers. I have no clothes apart from the one dress and once I’m near him. He wraps his arms next to me, and I immediately lie by his side. I should ask him about rooms or something, but I can’t as sleep starts to take over and the only feel I apart from tiredness is safe, being wrapped in his protective arms.
Chapter Eight
Marvin
I can’t fucking sleep!
I did for a few seconds, but now it’s impossible because I’m used to sleeping alone. My mind keeps reverting to what happened earlier. It’s as if she was born to be a submissive. I quickly grab my pants and a shirt as I start to make plans for the day.
My sweet Emily. The one that I used to watch as a kid and no longer think of her that way. I can’t as I see her blonde hair swept across her shoulders. My eyes run over Emily’s body from head-to-toe, wondering why I think of her in that way. Something that I’ve ben fighting for so long has become so natural. She looks so fucking hot, and during the night she was holding me so tight. It’s too much temptation, which is why I leave her alone instead of taking her like I want to.
I move to the other side of the room and pick up the phone to call the reception.
“This is Mr. White of Suite 245; I’ll like to book a new room, please.”
She’s down the hall, and I want us in adjoining rooms. I don’t want her so far away, it’s going to be Sunday morning soon and our time together will be over.
“Of course, sir. What would you like?”
I take a moment to think. “Is there a suite available with two bedrooms? Preferably closer to my floor.” I give the number of my room and the floor I’m on. “Can you get back to me as soon as possible?” I check my watch and grimace at the time. I’m lucky the hotel has twenty-four-hour service. “Do I have to wait until morning?”
“No, sir. I can have someone bring a new key to you upstairs in, say, half an hour?”
“That would be great, thank you,” I say and hang up.
I go back to the bed so that I can watch Emily breathing; I can tell that she’s asleep. I shake my head as I think about the way that I’m behaving. So, fucking paranoid and moping around like a lovesick teenager. All the time I want to protect her and make sure that she’s okay. She didn’t mind; she only protested at first, and then she seemed to be begging for more.
I look for a robe in the bathroom because she only has the one dress in this room. I slip it around her as I wait for the room service to deliver the key.
When the new key arrives, I pack my things, picking up Emily’s dress as well, and transfer them to the new room. Thankfully it’s only a few doors down from my suite. Once inside the new suite, I check out both bedrooms and leave my bag in one. Then I go to Emily’s room.
Hope she doesn’t get mad at me, I think to myself as I transfer her things, too. But I’ll probably only be checking out of the one room, and she can keep hers in case she wants it later on.
With everything else transferred, I have to move Emily. I’m worried she’ll wake up the whole time, from picking her up and taking her out the room and the suite, then walking down the hall and letting her into
her new room. I leave her sleeping and go to my room to grab a few hours of sleep myself.
***
Later on, I’m awake before she is, and I take a shower, then order something for the both of us for breakfast. I wait for her in the front room of the suite.
I hear when she wakes up. It's impossible not to because she’s so noisy. She comes out of the bedroom, with her robe wrapped around her tightly scowling. It darkens when she lays eyes on me.
“Where am I?” she asks with her hands on her hips.
I don’t mind seeing it, the fire she hadn't let out last night. The contrast is interesting, actually, and seeing all the sides of her is part of what this trip is about, after all.
“You're in a different room, Emily,” I answer calmly, getting to my feet. “More importantly, your breakfast’s waiting, I bet you're hungry.”
I gesture toward the couch and pull the cart from the door. I transfer the trays of food to the table, while she stands back and watches.
“But I already moved to a different room, so why take me to another room? And how did you even…how many times do I need to move on one weekend?”
She’s blushing, and I have to fight a smile. She has to have known the only way she could be moved was to be carried, and that must be what upsets her the most. The fact that I took her and she didn’t even know.
“I thought it would be more comfortable for you here,” I answer honestly. “Don't worry; you slept in the bed alone.”
She squirms in place. “S-sorry about that. I didn’t mean to fall asleep…”
“It’s fine.”
I knew that if I’d stayed in the same bed with her, I would want her again and again. She couldn’t handle it, more to the point neither could I as the hunger inside me was turning into a thirst on a hot summer’s day. The more I drink, the thirstier I become.
I leave out that part as I explain to her, “So I got a new room, and I’ll be checking out of my former room later on.”
