Meant For You

by Tomas, G. L.

  “Are you saying you want to buy me and hang me up on your wall?” I flirtatiously asked, in an attempt to make things more interesting. Keeping up with my pace, he answered with a coolness that made my clit swell with an eagerness. How long could I keep this up for?

  “Perhaps not hang you up but I can think of a number of things to do to you pinned against a wall. Does that mean you’re for sale?” He said, again with that cocky grin that was so out of his usual character.

  “No, it doesn’t. But thank you for the wine.” I held up my drink and put down the glass pretending to be offended. It couldn’t have been furthest from the truth—if anything it exhilarated me to hear Olli speak to me that way. He was always the perfect gentleman but that other side to him was one of my favorite things about him to experience. He eased up, leaning back in his chair, giving me considerable distance from the moment before.

  “I’m not the kind of person who apologizes for saying what’s on my mind but I get the impression we got off on the wrong start. Perhaps we can start over by introducing ourselves,” he recommended.

  “I’m Carmen.”

  He repeated the name back, a large emphasis on the ‘r’ that was reminiscent of the rolling in my native Spanish. “Nice to meet you, Carmen.” He shook my hand, bringing my fingers to his lips to kiss. The gesture sent another craving to my clit, aching and needing to be touched. “And you are?”

  “Yours.”

  “Yours?”

  “All night if you’ll have me.” he slyly added as he took another swig of his near-empty drink. If he had been some random stranger, I’m sure I would’ve thrown my drink in his face by now, but it was my Olli, and he was doing such a sexy job at getting me to leave with him. It wasn’t part of his game but I was ready to just get up and go with him right now. Saying all the right things in all the right ways was taking a toll on my self-control and after a week of him staying a few cities away from me, I was aching to let his love consume me. Even if it ended in disciplinary actions.

  “Keep me company for the night.” He leaned in, his hand traveling up the fleshiest part of my thighs as his fingers settled on the outside of my barely there v-strings. Unable to fight back the moan it induced as his fingers massaged the outside of my panties, his dripping fingers revealed more than my words could.

  “Mmmm…” He whispered, making sure no onlookers were keen to what we were doing. “I wonder if I water it, will she bloom for me?” His low, hungry voice growled, forcing my body to tremble and tear apart praying he’d make due on his promise. Pushing my panties to one side, he brought two of his fingers to my mouth, forcing me to never lose eye contact.

  Olli ran his fingers on the curve of my lips, plunging them in and out of my mouth until they were dripping just as much as me. He brought his damp fingers between my legs, carefully spreading both lips to expose my sensitive nub. He bit his lip, “There she is.” As his slickness mixed with mine rubbed and caressed, a constant tender motion until he was convinced he wanted to taste it.

  He licked his fingers clean and teased me with, “Sweet. Just like I knew you’d be.” As the vibrating of his cell phone appeared to take him out the moment, his demeanor changing from a patient tender lover, to that of a man in a rush to be somewhere else. “I’m afraid I have to run,” He lied through convincing eyes. “Unfortunately, this is as far as things go.”

  Heat and arousal, a feeling of being on the brink to something explosive, swelled between my legs, my curling toes and my pebbled breasts underneath my dress, at being denied what he’d brought me so close to. Denying my orgasm when he knew damn well any additional movement would’ve had me bouncing off a wall. This was the game—Olli knew I was going to try and convince him to stay—he worked me up to the point I couldn’t function without his touch, and we both knew a little begging could go a long way.

  “Wait, do you really have to go?” I whined. “After all that, it would be a shame to not finish what you started.” I bit my lip. That was too much teasing to end things now. Maybe I sounded a little desperate but I was already soaking through my panties and in dire need of him. It was cruel to end things before they even got started. “I’m afraid so lovely.” He said with the utmost sincerity in his eyes.

  “Well, wouldn’t you like to take my number?” Asking as a last attempt to change his mind, but his mind was made up. He wanted to bring me to a point of begging and personally, I wasn’t there yet.

  “I’m not sure what I’d do with your number. I’m just in town for the night, but I’ll tell you what I would take. Your panties.”

  I laughed condescendingly. “My panties? Why do you want my panties?”

  “Well, I’m the reason you’re wet right now. Do I not deserve a souvenir on behalf of my hard work?”

  I was reluctant to take my panties off in a public hotel bar but by now the crowd was clearing out and there weren’t that many people looking in our direction anyway. There was something dangerous about walking around with no underwear on and tonight that’s how I wanted to feel. Dangerous.

  Without warning, I slide the straps of my v-string down my hips and past my thighs. His eyes watched me with keen delight as I brought them to the base of my feet and slipped the lingerie in his large palm, closing it shut.

  “Thank you.” He pulled them out to admire them before securing them in the pocket of his expensive trousers. “It was a pleasure.” He said as he stood up and adjusted his tie. Without looking back, he walked out of the hotel’s bar as I sent him a text on where to meet him next. No answer.

  “We’re meeting up still, right? I texted again and after fifteen minutes of waiting around to see if he’d even read the text, I was beginning to feel like something had really happened. It was rare when he didn’t let me know what was up or would happen next and unfortunately, I didn’t even know what room he was staying in. Only the one he’d gotten for me. What happened to me being off punishment? Clearly, something had gone terribly wrong. It wasn’t like him to not tell me even the smallest detail of where he may have run off to.

  Maybe it was Olivia? No, if it had been, I would’ve been the first person to know about it. My number was on my mother’s speed dial in case of emergencies. Her friend’s mom had a list of numbers to call in case I wasn’t available and my mom was listed as the first.

  Olli, I don’t know what happened with you, but I wished you had told me something. I spent the past thirty-five minutes waiting to hear from you, was my last text to him. The time read eleven thirty-seven, and I didn’t plan on waiting all night hoping he’d return. Taking one last look at my texts with no new replies, I grabbed my clutch and proceeded to the hotel’s lobby, a lavish expanse of empty elegance, to the hotel’s elevators. The wait wasn’t long as I enjoyed the pleasantries of the music that played as I rode to the second highest floor. This really was a beautiful place to stay if anyone was on business or even vacation. From the museum inspired walls to the still corners and luxurious accents, I hadn’t even known I desired to stay in a place like this until tonight. As I approached my room for the night, I pulled out the key card Olli gave me earlier today, the heavy door opening with a soft click as I hurried inside. The room was more than spacious but dark as I struggled to find the switch that powered the lights as I toed out of my heels.

  Through seconds of wall searching, light filled the room with the flip of a switch as I jumped back at the image of Olli sitting comfortably on the edge of the room’s king-sized bed, taking a swig of something dark in a highball glass. “Fuck, you scared me.”

  “What took you so long?” he asked, sounding almost irritated. The idea he’d left me hanging had nearly crossed my mind but I was relieved to know he’d been up here waiting for me the whole time.

  “I spent the past hour waiting to hear from you.” I snapped back, knowing my attitude would further infuriate him. “You could have just told me you were meeting me up here instead of having me wait on you,” I added, ducking for cover in the bathroom to avoid
the anger building on his cold, menacing features. That was where I made my first defiant mistake. Assuming I’d earned the right to know more than what he told me in regards to his night planned, my second was not addressing him by Sir.

  He materialized behind me before I even had time to think, his tight grip around me as his opposite hand cradled the smooth, delicate skin that led to my neck. His skin appeared so pale against mine, a perfect blend of contrast that was both striking and but equally mismatched.

  “You watch your tone little girl.” His eyes intrigued with the way I looked under his needy possession. “You’re going to learn some respect.”

  In one swift movement, he guided me from the bathroom to tossing me haphazardly on the spacious bed. Removing his cuff links, as he went to loosen the constraints of his tie, it became clear just how jealous he was with just a small exchange of words he’d let slip from his rambling.

  “Did you know what it felt like to sit at that bar and watch strange men ogle and stare at your tits all night?” He spoke with an intense sharpness that made every nerve ending I had, spark with a stimulant that’d be hard to come down from. “What were you thinking, wearing a dress like that?” He gestured, accentuating my luscious curves as he ran his hands invasively over my hips until he reached my breasts and squeezed.

  “Stand up. I want to examine you and make sure you’re still mine.” As at his command, I was on my feet. Without my heels, I was humbled by his towering six-four frame, which I’m sure was his intention from the moment I fell out of them. He crossed his arms at his waist, offering a scolding gaze that wasn’t easy to decipher.

  He circled me, reasons he wouldn’t reveal until he demanded I take off my dress. “Lose the dress by pushing it down your hips and letting it fall to your feet.” I followed the first part without pushback. “You are not to be seated until I’m done with you first.”

  I pushed the dress down until it reached my hips and stopped. Should I want to make it easy for him? Or should I invoke the brat in me and make him work? “I take it you don’t like the dress, Sir.”

  “Did I say you can speak?” The intensity in his eyes grew, forcing him to take my actions as a sign of defiance. I shook my head before the hunger in his eyes grew to the point of mouthwatering need. “Dress off, now. If I have to demand it a third time, I can promise you will not like the outcome.” It was the final motivation I needed to follow his command, but if I hadn’t been wet before, it wouldn’t be long before I was dripping down my legs and I wouldn’t be able to hide it.

  The real humiliation came from being naked, bare without any adornments or enhancements. I was nude, as in without clothing, but I got to feel as beautiful as he already saw me with my barely-there makeup. My Sir wanted me as bare as we could get away with in the short amount of time we wanted to get to this, and as he watched fully dressed at my body free of clothing.

  That meant no bra to perk me up, no panties to hide my arousal. My stretch marks from childbirth, my curves that have been added to my figure over the years. Olli took in everything as he circled my body. Most people were only truly naked during showers and sex. Imagine having to be so while your Dominant silently watched you, all while you’re not entitled to what they’re thinking.

  “As I watched every man walk up to you with the intention of defiling your body, I craved each and every opportunity to walk right up to you and defile your body in front of them,” As he cradled my face and burned through me with a harsh stare. “It was infuriating. They needed to know you were mine, but frankly, you needed to know your place too.”

  His hand glided close enough to my sex to feel its heat but didn’t allow me the sense of touch. He was teasing me. And for the love of God, I needed him to touch it. Pet it. Lick it. Make it purr. “But you know what infuriated me most?” He prompted the question, but assuming I couldn’t speak, I decided not to provoke him.

  “Knowing how much of a slut you are, you probably liked all the attention. Huh, little girl?” He grabbed my chin with a hint of roughness that still felt playful, as he brought my face to his, expecting me to answer.

  “No, Sir,” I lied and with that fabrication, he held my face in his hand and lightly struck my jaw.

  “Get on the bed with your arms stretched in front of you, but keep your ass up in the air,” he demanded, but not before slapping my behind before he let me go.

  “Yes, Sir.” I walked over to the bed, my knees trembling so hard, I couldn’t walk straight. I positioned myself as he asked me to, and from a distance, my sense of sound tried to pinpoint what he was doing. A drawer opened and I could hear him rummaging through its contents. The wait was worse than what it’d actually be; one could only assume it’d be my punishment.

  He returned, securing my wrists to each side of the bedpost, with restraints that would restrict my ability to move my arms and hands. “That should keep you in place.” As he made sure to turn my face the slightest bit, just so I could see him smiling.

  “Now tell me, you little slut. How many men came up to you with the expectation to fuck you? And I suggest you answer wisely, as a lie will have interesting consequence.”

  I took a chance and recalled the amount I remember approaching me an hour or two back. There’d been at least five if you included the handsome stranger, but I wasn’t sure how long Olli had been watching from a distance. For all I knew, he could’ve only witnessed my encounter with the very last suitor, and any answer past that would garner a much more severe punishment. To be on the safer side, I went with, “Two.”

  Olli laughed. “I told you, lying would have consequences. I counted five. Tell me you can count up to five.” He taunted back, confirming he’d been watching me from the time I sat down. He wasn’t a hard person to miss but I guess I’d let my admirers distract me that I hadn’t noticed him at all. Shit, I should’ve said five.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I assumed you only meant the one from the moment you came to the bar, I thought he was the only one you saw me with.”

  “So you knew it was five and you chose to lie to me anyway. That’s not very nice of you. I’m going to give you a lesson in counting. For every strike I land to your bottom, you’re going to call off the number until you reach seven. If at any time you lose count, we’ll just have to start over the process. Maybe then you’ll remember how much lying is bad for you. Raise your head if you understand.” I raised my head and nodded and without any additional warning came a slap to my exposed backside. Olli didn’t always use his hands but of all his choices of impact play, there was nothing that hurt half as much as how good the sting of his hands felt. Then the burn of his palm met my willing ass. That was one.

  Another hit to my rear end connected with no time to anticipate it, and another, and another and then another. The next one stung so badly that this time I did actually lose count. Air stopped pumping in my lungs as I questioned what would become of me for forgetting which number we were on in my spanking. “What did I say about losing count? Now it looks like we’ll have to start all over.” But by now I was almost out of it, drifting off and seeking comfort in my subspace that he could’ve said anything at this point and no doubt I wouldn’t have fought him on it. He untied one of my hands as I circled my wrist at the kinks that formed from it being tied up. I thought he’d untie the other hand but the second he pulled out a wand massager from one of the nearby drawers, I knew he’d planned on giving me more work to do that would only make receiving hits even harder to focus on. He powered it on to the lowest setting.

  “Hold this up to your pussy but under no circumstances are you to come without my permission. And let’s not forget you still have yet to master the art of counting.” The strong vibrations the wand offered my core were overwhelming at first, but by the first slap to my ass, I knew the feeling was going to build up so intensely that whatever permission I needed for an orgasm that was already on its way, would happen before I got a chance to beg for it. The sharp whacks echoed in the near silent room and by
a double back-to-back strike on four and five, I almost lost my balance on strike number six.

  By hit seven, I was one step to getting the praise I so desperately sought until the orgasm rushing between my legs and all over my body. Even though I’d tried my damnedest to hold back, the waves of pleasure crashed through me like a meteor shower and a repressed cry escaped my lips and shook my entire lower body to where it showed. Sir would not be pleased. He sat down at the head of the bed, unlocking my opposite hand.

  “What did I tell you about coming without my permission?” He cradled my chin in his hand, bringing my mouth close to his with the impression that he might kiss me. His breath was a warm, smooth sensation that tingled against my lips, almost like he’d indulged in a mint a moment prior. The sweet, calming effect of the scent drugged me to the point of intoxication.

  As he got comfortable against the bed’s headboard, he ordered me to turn around on all fours, opposite him. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but his fingers gave me clues, as they massaged my rear end, and the force of his bite on my ass, sent shivers throughout my body.

  “Whenever I see that pretty little ass of yours, I just want to fill it.” The sound of a glove snapping against his wrist became more distinct, so I had to use my senses to guess since he hadn’t allowed me permission to turn around. A squirt from a bottle was the next sound I was forced to decipher, as his cold, wet gloved fingers began massaging my anus.

  The slippery, slick substance had to be nothing but lubricant. It was scentless and tasteless, but the slick consistency told me he was about to have fun with my back hole. He kissed my ass, promising that if I relaxed, it’d make it good for him, which in turn would make it good for me.

  My body tensed at the surprise assault at the glide of his fingers, smooth as the latex glove he wore, as he traveled to my back hole, and gently moved a finger in and out, a controlled motion that had me wanting more. “You’re such a good girl.”