Hotel O

by Clarissa Wild

  She pulls it up toward the laptop screen, following along with the camera, and I lean forward in anticipation of what I’m about to see. My cock is already fully erect as I rub it through my pants. The strain is getting to be too much, so I unzip my pants and pull it out, jerking off to the image of her sticking the dildo to the screen.

  “Suck it off, Kitten …” I say.

  NaughtyKitten: One sec. I’ll switch cameras. You’ll see more.

  The camera turns off for just a second, only to turn back on from a different view; her laptop. And I can see her up close.

  I moan into the microphone. Her lips are wrapped around the tip of the cock, and from my view, it looks as though she’s sucking me off instead.

  Fuck.

  “Show me how you’d suck me off,” I murmur.

  She giggles and types a few haphazard words while her eyes remain focused on the camera.

  NaughtyKitten: Can’t type. But I love your moan.

  “Oh, do you now?” I say, grinning. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you listen to me come.”

  NaughtyKitten: Fuck yes.

  She starts sucking on the dildo even harder, keeping her eyes on the camera. She probably knows I like to watch.

  “Can you taste your pussy?” I ask. “If I were there, I’d lick you until you came.”

  My words only make her take it deeper, to the point where I can see she’s having trouble. But she’s not giving up despite nearly gagging. My type of girl. Never afraid of a challenge.

  “Take it all the way,” I say. “If you dare.”

  And she does exactly that … because I told her to.

  I can’t stop touching myself, lathering my pre-cum all over myself. Can’t stop picturing her doing it to me with that filthy tongue of hers. Can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to ram my cock down her throat and come while she fingers herself.

  “Make yourself come while sucking it off,” I growl, vigorously jerking off.

  I want to see the look on her face as she falls apart with the dildo in her mouth as deep as possible.

  “Think of me when you do it. Picture it’s my dick forcing you to swallow.”

  And fuck, does she take it all the way to the base … until she coughs and heaves.

  Her fingers are flicking back and forth between her legs. I can only see her hands, but it’s enough to know she’s thoroughly enjoying herself.

  The saliva that covers the dildo drips from her mouth onto the keyboard, but she doesn’t care. This filthy kitten keeps on sucking until I’m sated, and fuck me … do I want to come watching her do this.

  Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and then she shudders. Goose bumps scatter on her skin, her nipples taut. There it is. That beautiful moment of destruction that leaves her utterly breathless.

  And me … With a deafening roar, I come apart, shooting my seed against my own chest.

  Fuck.

  As I breathe like a beast undone, I stare at the screen in front of me. At the dirty kitten still licking the fake dick like it’s a real one … like it’s me.

  She’s too sinful. Too compliant. Like a forbidden fruit I can’t ever have …

  My first reaction is to close the laptop.

  Before I know it, the conversation has ended. Just like that, it’s done. Over.

  No going back. No more. I can’t allow myself another taste.

  I have to call it quits tonight, so I don’t get attached.

  Because damn … those lips and those sexy eyes hiding behind that mask took something from me … a piece of my self-control I’m not willing to relinquish.

  Chapter 5

  Kat

  As I lie in bed, I still can’t stop thinking about D.

  Jesus, what a man.

  And that voice. It sounded like velvet. Like the frosting on a cupcake. Sweet and delicious but oh so bad for you.

  I wanted to listen to it some more … and more. The entire day if I could.

  But he cut me off so quickly.

  It didn’t even register for a couple of minutes until I’d already taken the dildo off the laptop and stared at a disconnected message. He really closed the chat without saying a word.

  I wonder if I pissed him off somehow.

  Though I don’t know how that would’ve been possible, considering I did exactly what he asked.

  Maybe that’s just it. I gave him what he wanted, so what if he’s had enough?

  Was this all? Does it mean I’ll never talk to him again?

  I roll around on my pillow and close my eyes. Even though I always knew the end was coming, I never really thought about it. Or at least, I never want to when it comes to men like him.

  Because you don’t often find these men. The ones who easily make you go down on your knees and beg.

  Still, I know he has every right to stop it at any moment. As I have every right, too, even if I don’t want to. Not yet, anyway. I mean, I’m enjoying his requests thoroughly.

  I can’t help but wonder if this could ever be anything more … more than just this.

  If I could ever meet him. Just once.

  I sigh.

  If only.

  Ten hours later, I’m busy finishing up the article about the school lunches. It’s part interview and part research conducted. That part was supposed to be Crystal’s job, but I had to take it over partly. She was stuck at the doctor’s office for whatever reason, and this article needed to be finished, so she begged me to help her.

  Of course, I agreed because co-workers help each other out. It’s what we’re supposed to do. And I expect she’d help me out too if I ever needed it. Besides, we’re both striving for the same thing. A better spot in the magazine means more work, but it also equals more pay.

  Except, the longer I’m typing, the more I’m finding myself distracted.

  Mostly because I want to think about things other than work … specifically D.

  Every time I’m alone, I think of him. I can’t get him out of my head, and it’s getting annoying.

  So I settle this distraction with just one look.

  One peek at the images he sent me. I saved them on my phone too because I’m kind of addicted to the sight of his dick. Just looking at it gets my mouth watering again.

  But the longer I gaze at it, the more I’m starting to notice something peculiar in the corner of one of the pictures. It looks like a window of an office and behind it is another building with a flag blowing in the wind. The snapshot caught the logo.

  And it’s familiar.

  A well-known hotel here in town … Davies. It’s on the square only a few blocks away from my office. And across from Davies are several other hotels.

  My brows draw together.

  Does this mean he works there?

  A small part of me suddenly feels the urge to go out and investigate, but my morals immediately stop me from doing so. It would be ridiculous. I have no proof except for this picture. What if he just stayed there for a night? Besides, I’m not a stalker. I’m a decent human being.

  Most likely, anyway. I try my best.

  I swallow away the lump in my throat and tuck my phone into my purse, determined to stay focused.

  I have to stop thinking about this. Stop thinking about if he really works there. Stop thinking about him.

  But the longer I’m trying to ignore that nagging in my head, the more obnoxious it becomes. So bad that I eventually give in to temptation and go online via the laptop. He’s not online. I’m not sure if I’m lucky or not. I should be working, but instead, I’m stalking this man I barely know.

  Still, I can’t stop myself from opening the chat box and leaving a message. I admit, I’m guilty of giving into my desires too easily, but this man … he’s making it so hard to let go.

  I don’t know what it is about him that makes me this needy, but I want to know more about him. I want to know what he does, how he lives, what he likes, what he hates. I want to know what kind of body goes with that delicious
voice.

  I want to meet him. And I want him to fuck me into oblivion.

  NaughtyKitten: Want to meet up at Hotel Davies? No strings. One night.

  Before I know it, I’ve already sent the message.

  One click of the finger is all it takes to make sweat drip down my back.

  I can’t undo the message. Can’t go back in time.

  If he sees this, he might not ever speak to me again.

  Fuck.

  Declan

  Another meeting. Another day.

  I’m fiddling with my thumbs underneath the table, trying not to look bored, but I seriously have other things to do than report to the boss. I’d much rather work on the final preparations for the next event. But I guess he has to know where we’re at.

  “How far are you with the preparations?” my boss asks.

  “I’ve got all the girls I need. Props are on their way. The room is being prepped.”

  “Good. Anything else I should be worried about?”

  I check my notes. “Only a small issue with the sponsors.”

  “Can it be solved?” he asks.

  “They’re complaining because we’re not using their props, but if push comes to shove, I can always find a new sponsor. There are plenty lined up.”

  Suddenly, my phone buzzes, and I quickly take it from my pocket to check the messages.

  I only meant to look for a second, but my eyes stay glued to the screen as I read the words over and over again.

  She’s asking to meet up … at the hotel right beside where I work.

  A million things run through my mind right now.

  Why did she pick that location? Does she know where I am?

  And should I say yes?

  “Okay. And the clients? Are they excited?”

  I gaze up, but I’m momentarily dumbstruck, unable to form actual words.

  Luckily, Sarah takes over for me. “From what I heard, very. We’re fully booked for this event.”

  “Thanks,” I mouth at her, and she winks in response.

  I clear my throat. “We’re pretty much ready to go. Just a few final preparations and that’s it.”

  “Okay, great.” My boss nods and then directs his attention toward Hans, who’s in charge of staff. “Hans, see to it that Declan gets the additional part-timers where needed. Make sure to vet them properly. No press allowed.”

  “Right,” Hans confirms as he glares at me. “I’ve got it covered.”

  “I’m good,” I say, licking my lips. “I don’t need any help.”

  Sometimes I do, but that’s not the point. I don’t want anyone else to do this job because it’s mine. I won’t ever give the impression I can’t handle this job. Ever.

  This hotel requires a certain kind of approach only someone as devious as me could provide. If any of them were ever to take over, I’m sure we’d lose customers, and they don’t want that.

  They like to think they could do what I do, and that’s okay. I’ll let them think that.

  But I won’t allow them, even for a second, to try to suggest that someone else could do this job the way I do it. And that I’d ever need help.

  Because I’m not just aiming to stay an event coordinator and organizer. I want my boss to see how invested I am in this company … so when the time comes, he’ll see I’m the only reasonable choice for his successor.

  All in due time.

  For now, I’ll stay in line and do whatever I can to make him happy. Including sitting through these arduous meetings.

  “So that’s it for today?” the boss asks.

  Since no one else has anything to report, he closes his files and gets up from his chair. “Great. I’ll speak to you all soon then. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll be monitoring the guests during and after the event too.”

  After all the times we’ve done this, he’s still worried.

  I get it. The company means a lot to him. But it does to me too, and I intend to do more than just my best to make this an event our clients will remember. For the rest of their lives, even.

  That’s how confident I am in providing this service.

  If you could call it that.

  I smirk to myself and pack up my things as everyone leaves the room.

  “Sorry if I stepped out of line there,” Sarah suddenly mutters.

  I frown. “What—”

  “I filled in for you. With the bookings.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I saw you were distracted, so I figured I’d help you out. But I know you don’t like that.”

  “No, no. It’s fine,” I say, smiling. “Thank you.”

  Sarah’s about the only person in this room I can fully trust with at least part of my job.

  Mostly because I’m pretty sure she’d never, ever want to take over for me.

  Especially not the explicit parts.

  No, she helps me out with the marketing here and there. Keeping the numbers straight. That’s what she’s good at. What she does best.

  I’m more of a creative person, so I guess you could say we’re opposites. In the good sense, of course. We can help each other out where necessary.

  “You seem a little distracted lately. Are you okay?” she asks as she clutches her bag tight.

  “Yeah,” I say. But it’s not true.

  Ever since I started talking with NaughtyKitten, I’ve found it incredibly hard to keep her off my mind during work. And now this … meeting up?

  “Just a little tired,” I lie, scratching the back of my head. “That’s all.”

  “Okay. Well, you know what I said,” she says. “I’m always willing to help if you need it.” She adds a wink and then quickly disappears through the door.

  I’m alone again, yet I can’t relax.

  The knot in my stomach grows thicker and thicker.

  So instead of lounging back in my chair and fantasizing about possible upcoming events, I get up, grab my stuff, and march out the door.

  I need to think about this. About her. Seeing NaughtyKitten in the building right next door.

  Is it a coincidence that she picked that spot? Do we just happen to live in the same city?

  Because I’m quite sure I didn’t pick based on location … and neither did she.

  And it’s as if it’s too good to be true. Like I somehow gave myself away …

  Did I? No, that’s impossible. I never showed my face. Never showed her my location, my job, anything personal. I keep it strictly hidden.

  This has to be a stroke of random luck.

  At least, that’s what I tell myself as I drive down the interstate on the way home.

  I keep thinking about her … all the way there. I can’t stop wondering about what it would feel like to touch her in the flesh. To breathe her air. To smell her scent and have a taste.

  My tongue dips out to wet my lips at the mere thought of claiming her.

  The desire has been growing for days now.

  Is it so wrong to give in? After all, it’s only one night. One single meeting and then it’s over. One can’t hurt, can it?

  It’s within my rules, so why shouldn’t I? Why should everyone else be allowed to live out their fantasies, but not me?

  No. Fuck no. I’m not denying myself this because of fear. Fear is a weakness I despise. Something I don’t need.

  What I want is her.

  Just one night of no-holds-barred sex. That’s it.

  I grin to myself as I park my car and walk up to my building. Guess I’ve already decided.

  So I take out my cell phone and reply to her message.

  D: Tomorrow. Be there at eight. Book under the name D’s Kitten. Wear your mask.

  When I press send, there’s no going back.

  I’ll make sure I don’t regret it.

  Chapter 6

  Kat

  My heart races as I go up the elevator. Soon I’ll meet him for the first time.

  Touch him …

  Taste him …

  My mouth wa
ters at the thought.

  God, I’m such a horny bitch, but I don’t wanna stop either. This whole thing is so exciting, I could write a book about it. Or better yet, I could use it as inspiration for that piece I want to do for my boss. But I’ll get to that when I can.

  First, I need to fuck D. I just hope he wants to fuck me too. Because knowing him … he wants to play with me just like he does when we’re online.

  My face is still flushed from having to tell the hotel staff which name I’d booked under.

  D’s Kitten.

  I know it’s not some random name just to be able to find each other.

  He wants to humiliate me.

  To sweat at the thought of people knowing what we’re about to do. And to get giddy from the thought about being his for a night.

  God, I wonder what he looks like. If he’s as handsome as I imagined from those pictures.

  If I’ll be able to stop after this single night. Because if it’s anything like the chats we’ve had, I’ll have to detox hard. Side effects include overeating ice cream and bingeing on Netflix.

  Not that I’ll be able to forget about him, but still … that’s what we do this for, right? An experience we’ll never forget.

  That’s what I keep in mind as I unlock the door to the room where it’ll all go down.

  I’m the first to get there, so I turn on the lights and check out the furniture, placing my bag next to the chair in the corner.

  I take out the mask I brought and put it on in case he comes early. Then I wash up in the bathroom, spritzing on extra perfume and applying body lotion. I want him to remember my scent.

  The bed is nice and soft, and from bobbing up and down on it, I can tell it won’t make too much noise. Good. I don’t want the whole hotel to know what played out in here. Hell, I’m not sure I even want to know what’s going to happen, but a small part of me is too curious to run. Oh, who am I kidding … a big part of me is eager to find out.

  I don’t have to wait long.

  Within seconds, the door handle clicks, and I hold my breath in anticipation.

  A man in a black suit and a red tie steps in. The door shuts behind him.