by J. M. Witt
TO: [email protected]
10:54 PM
Subject: tonight...
Hope you’re having a good evening. I pray I can sleep tonight. I’m exhausted, but lately that doesn’t mean anything.
My bottom looks like a crime scene attempted to take place there. Lmao. Should be even better tomorrow.
TO: [email protected]
10:59 PM
Subject: Re: tonight...
Crime scene is going to be compromised tomorrow...
I had a hilarious thought as I began laughing. I loved bantering with him as we egged each other on.
TO: [email protected]
11:02 PM
Subject: Re: tonight...
Can’t stop laughing; big smile. Drip, drip, pulse, pulse...
TO: [email protected]
11:03 PM
Subject: Re: tonight...
Lmao...
People are looking at me as I am laughing at my phone at the bar...
TO: [email protected]
11:06 PM
Subject: Re: tonight...
Lol. Glad I can make you laugh about the carnage about to occur tomorrow. At least we get it and appreciate it. Maid service might be traumatized walking down the hall though...lol.
We could really fuck with them and arrange the pillows and blankets to look like a body has been wrapped up...
He didn’t respond right away like he had been. I was answering some PTA emails when his response finally came back.
TO: [email protected]
11:39 PM
Subject: Re: tonight...
Bring some ketchup and balloons.
Just got back to my room (315)
I’m going to sleep. Have to get my rest. Need to discipline a very naughty girl tomorrow...
TO: [email protected]
11:41 PM
Subject: Re: tonight...
LOL
Noted
Get some rest. Your naughty girl will be tired, but enthusiastic and obedient...
TO: [email protected]
11:46 PM
Subject: Re: tonight...
Will do. You as well.
Let me know when you leave in the am. Drive safe!!
And make sure those lips are well rested as well... :)
I waited until midnight and proceeded with assignment number one for the day. Gregor had given me permission to count it for Thursday even though he’d chastised me for sending ones after midnight from previous days.
TO: [email protected]
12:23 AM
Subject: Day 4, #1
My heartrate keeps increasing, along with the throb of my clit as the hours tick down. I can’t stop thinking about it without getting all tingly. Thoughts about how you’ll use me for your pleasure run through my mind. Just the softest touch to my bud and she perks up. The second I become deliberate in my task my ass and hips buck. Circling harder, my face grows flush as I imagine your tongue fucking me, the same way it fucks my mouth when kissing me. My chest is beginning to heave as I try to quiet my grunting. My eyes are heavy as I circle on. My stomach begins to contract and my vision shifts….must stop
Pants are in the way; so I discard them so I can spread my legs wider. I want to feel you rub your dick all over my clit, teasing, taunting… Feel your hot cum burst on me, it’s a lovely feeling that I want to feel with you. My knees are shaking as I writhe on my hand in the chair. Ass up, face down, just do it already. And that mouth of yours bringing pleasure to places never touched by another tongue and I need more. My clit is so swollen, trying to convince me to finish. Wetter and wetter I can hear my fingers slide all around. The feeling of fullness swells inside me and just before I’m about to give in, I pull my hand away as goosebumps run over my neck…
My head is spinning, my clit beating to its own drum. I can feel my heart hammer against my chest as my nipples rub against my t-shirt. I squeeze them hard trying to replicate your touch, but it’s an impossible task. My hands are shaking and I’m desperate for the morning to come. My thighs are now tingling as I spin sweet circles over my clit. Deep breaths as I control myself. Gripping the edge of my desk with my free hand as my lips part with every sigh. My body is utterly confused by my denial. My back is arched and walls contract, needing something to grab on to, needing you to fill them. I can’t hang on much longer, but I tease myself a little more. Just when it’s about to consume me, I stop, my body screaming in protest…
I collapsed in bed and woke a sweaty mess once more. Todd was gone. Grabbing my phone, I started in on task two.
TO: [email protected]
6:26 AM
Subject: Day 4, #2
I wake again covered in sweat, heart racing as my body is clenching tight to my body pillow. I can feel the moisture pooling between my legs and my hand finds my aching clit. It feels so good and I can barely hold still to enjoy it. Sliding a finger inside, my breath hitches causing me to moan and I hear you say 'there's that moan'. My hips rock up and down eager for more. I need release so bad. My legs clamp down on my hand just before I pull away.
I let my hands roam my body. I can feel my heart pounding in my head and I ache for that to stop, knowing the calm an orgasm will bring me. My back is hot, it's almost unbearable. How many hours are left? My fingers fondle my clit as my head thrashes. It's not fun anymore, it’s torture, and I'd rather you be the one torturing me. My whole womb is throbbing for more. I dip my fingers in, reveling in the fullness as my hips reach up for more contact. Head is spinning and I can hardly concentrate. Must stop.
I wonder how you'll greet me. What will happen first? I'm nervous, excited, relieved today is finally here. My head is still throbbing to the same rhythm as my clit. I'm so locked in my head making sure I don't come. Licking my fingers, I groan as I circle my clit again. I imagine you on top of me, the only thing I can hear and feel is you as you encourage me on. Please let me lose myself again. My brain is like a rerun of our time together, remembering each of your first touches. I'm so close, yet so far. Circling faster, my back lifts off the bed as my legs flex. I'm so close and stop myself, nearly a blubbering mess again, my eyes damp with frustration.
I jumped out of bed and hurried to the shower. I needed to shave and make sure I was ready for Gregor. Praying the kids would behave if they woke early, I climbed in under the hot water. After, I dressed running around, scrambling to get everyone out the door in time. I wanted to get there early if at all possible.
Dropping the kids off at latch-key, I sent Gregor a quick email and got on the freeway. I’d created a playlist of songs that reminded me of him and me, whether it was the lyrics, the rhythm, or something else. Beautiful Undone by Laura Doggett rang through the truck. It was a hauntingly beautiful song that had me thinking of nothing but him since the first time I’d heard it a few days earlier. His beautiful blue eyes, how they penetrated into the deepest parts of me, and how I’d let him inside my mind. And soon, I’d let him inside even more of me.
Once I was halfway there I started looking for a rest stop. I had to complete my final assignment and time was escaping me. Pulling into the next remote rest stop, I pulled off to the end of the parking lot and prayed no one would suspect. Thank God for skirts!
TO: [email protected]
8:43 AM
Subject: Day 4, #3
My body is riddled with anxiety. Flutters keep running through me at the thought of what's to come. It's hard to breathe, adrenaline already pumping. Palming my clit, I struggle with what I want. I'm wet and needy as I circle my clit while being discreet. My hands are cold sending a whole new sensation through me. Breathe, relax, let it happen, the contractions begin and I stop.
Fuck! I'm so annoyed. I want to be there already. I keep pressing down into the seat, but what I need isn't here. I wish I was more calm and collected, but I'm fucking impatient. I dip my fingers in and out over and over again. My hips wiggle about, ass tensing. My touch
will never feel like yours does. I love how you touch me like you own me. More shudders, heart pounding, please just a lil longer. I pull my fingers away and lick them clean.
I'm exhausted, yet feel so alive. Heat is blasting making it difficult to concentrate. I can't be late, but the thought of the belt... Slouching down further, I press into my hand. Thighs shake again, my nipple throbs, ass tingles... it's like my body knows what's coming and won't respond to me like I need it to. It only wants you. Licking, fucking, sucking, spanking. I mentally curse you while trying to control my breathing. One surge nearly undoes me so I stop...
I got back on the freeway, music blaring, and was soon going toward the exit. I only had minutes to spare before being late. Assignment number three took too much of my time.
Chapter Fifteen
UNTIL WE GO DOWN
I PULLED INTO the parking lot of his hotel. Quickly, I emailed him to let him know I’d arrived. He told me to come on up, after telling me how to navigate to the elevators. I had no idea what to expect. I mean, ok, I knew what I was there for, but this was new for me. I looked at myself in the mirror and then looked to the clock, I had seven minutes.
Ruelle was singing her song Until We Go Down. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. I contemplated so much in those few seconds. It was decided. Gregor was my Eden; beautiful and forbidden... And I wasn’t walking away.
I climbed out of my SUV. We only had a few hours and I wanted to enjoy every second. Sunglasses on, I strolled through the lobby and right to the elevator. My heart started hammering in my chest. Please let the elevator be empty. I stepped in to the vacant space and selected his floor fearing I might hyperventilate.
Jesus, Mer. Get a grip.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t met with him in private on several occasions, I was very attracted to him, and I trusted him. That much I knew. The elevator doors opened and I took a deep breath. Walking to his door, I pushed it open as he’d directed and spotted him immediately.
He was lounging—fucking lounging—while I’m ready to drop dead of a heart attack. Legs propped up on the desk, phone in hand, hat and glasses in place, and a shit-eating grin on his face. Fucker. I hated how calm he appeared when all I could feel was my heart about to burst in my chest.
He rose to his feet, still smiling, and closed the distance between us as the door latched shut. I walked into the room while he locked all the bolts on the door. I dropped my purse and bag to the floor, and before I was done he was pulling me to him.
“You ok?”
I blew out a breath and admitted, “My heart is racing.”
I could hear the smile in his voice when he responded, “I know.” He kissed me and then whispered, “Now relax.”
Closing my eyes, I focused on his hands. He turned me away from him and placed his hand over my pounding heart where it remained as he pressed his body against mine. Instantly I was calmer. His hands then ran over my shoulders, arms, side, and hips. His touch had this magical power over me as my heart immediately slowed some and I felt the tension begin to ease.
Walking me to the corner, he placed me where he wanted me, my arms above my head as my hands clasped my forearms.
“Don’t move.”
I closed my eyes and focused on getting my breathing under control. His hands gently trailed over my clothes and then I heard him wandering about the room. I listened to him move around, not daring to look. Then he was pulling me to the couch and placed me over his lap. His hands trailed over my maxi skirt, down my legs, and over my hips.
Noting the thin material of my skirt, he stated the obvious while running his hand over my round cheeks. “Not very much protection here.”
Grinning, I replied, “I figured easier access was more important, Sir.” I smiled in response to his chuckle.
Pulling the skirt over my hips, his hands gently trailed over the black lace panties I wore. I’d picked them to wear specifically for him, hoping he’d like them, though I knew they wouldn’t be on long. Immediately I sighed as his hands traced over the lace covering my ass. His hand dipped between my legs as I exhaled at the feel of him cupping me. Then his fingers pulled the lace panties into my crease, exposing my cheeks to him. He examined his marks with soft kisses and gentle caresses.
I momentarily thought that there was no way three hours would be long enough. Then his hand came down on my ass, like he knew I was distracted. The warmth spread through me, though I was already dripping with my arousal. I could lay on his lap for hours while he did what he wanted to me. There was a serenity, a peace, there across his knees, and it was something that I’d only known with him.
Setting me back on my feet, he returned me to the corner, placed my arms where he wanted them and left me to my thoughts. I was already feeling dizzy with want. I knew when he was behind me again, like he was a part of me. And I waited, not daring to move.
The warmth of his breath drifted into my ear, “You smell good.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
His hand gripped my hair as his other squeezed my ass. Then with the most fluid of movements, my panties were removed and the bottom of my skirt was tucked into the waistband, fully exposing my bruised cheeks. With his hands, he spread my legs further apart. It was then I realized the TV was on. I knew it was strictly to help mask the noises that would soon be coming from his room.
He spanked me, fondled me, teased me, and then repeated it. Moving me to another corner in the room, near the bed, my throat was becoming parched and as if on cue he handed me a bottle of water. I took a few sips and handed the bottle back to him. Kneeling behind me, he slipped off my shoes, and then my skirt. He took care to fold my skirt and placed it on the windowsill. Next was my shirt and bra and I watched as he folded them as well. For the first time in over a decade I stood entirely naked in front of a man who wasn’t my husband. And oddly, I felt more comfortable in front of Gregor than I did Todd.
Bending me over the edge of the bed, his fingers entered me as he reminded me, “You know not to come until I give you permission, yes?”
“Yes, Sir.” Oh my, God. How long was he going to torture me? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
He teased, taunted, licked, poked, prodded, sucked, and finger-fucked every part of my pussy and ass. Sweat was rolling down my back and my body was trembling from it all. I was enjoying it, but the control it took not to come was killing me.
Several minutes later, I thought I might begin begging for release when he maneuvered me and I was greeted with his erection poking through his jeans. Something to distract me. I happily took him in my mouth, licking the sweet pre-cum from his tip.
“You’re my obedient little submissive who does exactly as she's told and what's expected of her.” I soaked up his words and moaned in response.
Holding my head, he fucked my face. I squeezed his ass through his jeans wishing my hands were on his bare skin. I craved to feel him. I lavished my tongue around him, sucking and squeezing. Jerking himself away, as if he couldn’t take much more, he placed me over the bed again on all fours, and I stayed put. Wondering what paddle he’d use next, I ran my hands through my hair as I let the coolness of the comforter soothe my flushed face. I heard the removal of his clothes and then what I’d realize soon after was the tear of a wrapper.
Gripping my hips, he plunged deep inside me before I could let my mind question the reality of it. “Ohhh...”
There was no need for him to work in slowly, I was more than wet enough for both of us.
He didn’t relent and I was grateful. I moaned, groaned, writhed, and convulsed as he tormented me. Maybe torment was the wrong word. I was more than enjoying his torture. His hands reached up and gripped my shoulders, pulling me back harder against him. Christ, I didn’t want this to ever stop. Then he flipped me over and knelt down in front of me. Smiling at me, he hooked two fingers up inside me as another entered my ass. I couldn’t help the desperate moan of pleasure that left my mouth as I pressed into him and let my eyes close.
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sp; “Do you want to come?”
YES! “Yes, Sir.”
“Your punishment is over. This is all about your pleasure now.”
Hallelujah. His mouth joined his fingers, greedily lapping at my clit. Holy fucking shit. Now part of me didn’t want to come. It was too good and I wanted it to last. Lifting my eyes and watching a man do what Gregor was doing was always a trigger for me. It was made better by the fact that he clearly loved what he was doing... And I loved watching him do it.
Panting, “Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”
Words I didn’t want to say, but was accustomed to saying, had slipped from my mouth. He was different. He wouldn’t stop. What the hell was he doing with his fingers? Christ. It was amazing. You can’t teach that, can you?
“Come for me!”
I took a deep breath, relaxing and tensing all at the same time. Sounds I didn’t recognize as my own began filling the room. And he wasn’t stopping. He threw me a pillow, but didn’t miss a beat. I screamed into the pillow as one orgasm and then another flooded me. Two fucking orgasms, right in a row. What the fuck? I didn’t know it was possible to have two so close together.
When he did stop, I just lay there trying to catch my breath and get my vision back. I heard water running and knew he was washing his hands. I didn’t know what to do. Was it over? Should I get dressed and leave? I felt as he climbed the bed and lay down.
“Come here.”
I looked to him and was pleasantly surprised to see his arms outstretched, welcoming me. Sated and smiling, I crawled to him and curled into his arms. His hands roamed my body causing more tremors to escape me. Kissing my face and lips, I was in complete awe of him. We talked and cuddled for a while before things became heated again.
I was rubbing his back, while straddling his ass. His hand reached back to tease my greedy clit. Dropping my head, I kissed and bit at the flesh of his neck and shoulders. It wasn’t long till he took control. Flipping me to my back, he lifted my hips in the air and started licking at me again.