by J. M. Witt
Subject: Re: Mmmm
Should I head on out or wait for word.
I sat and waited. I was growing nervous.
“Relax.”
“I’m trying!”
PING!
TO: [email protected]
10:25 PM
Subject: Re: Mmmm
Head on down. Room 410. Push the door open and make yourself at home. I will probably be in the shower when you arrive.
“It’s go time!”
She hugged me and told me to text her when I got there. I gave her the hotel information and the room number. Grabbing my bags, grinning from ear to ear, I made the walk to my car. It was quite possibly the longest walk in history, like that last walk for a prisoner on death row. Except I wasn’t headed to my death, not that I knew of. Giggling, I knew Gregor wouldn’t kill me, not intentionally. Maybe metaphorically, but not physically.
Getting in my car, I checked my email one more time before heading out of the lot. I missed the entrance to the freeway, but my GPS was on top of it. It was probably going to take me longer than needed, but I tried to remain calm. Though, I got stopped at almost every stoplight and groaned every time.
“Mother fuck! Turn green!”
Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up to his hotel. I spotted his truck immediately and almost parked next to him, but decided against it. Putting my car in park, I texted Tami to let her know I’d arrived. Looking in the mirror one last time, I approved of my appearance. Refreshing my email, nothing new had arrived. Getting out of my car, I grabbed my bag and my purse and headed toward the entrance.
I was so paranoid the front desk attendant would stop me and scold me. Then I realized I didn’t look suspicious and I needed to relax. Strolling past the front desk, I headed toward the elevators. They were empty and I hit ‘4’.
His room was by the elevator and I almost passed it by. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door. Almost complete darkness greeted me. The TV was on, but no lights. The sound of the shower to my right filled my ears as I heard the water and the sounds of it hitting his body. I caught the door before it slammed shut and turned the lock upon its closure.
I walked further into the hotel room, relief filling me at finally being there with him. I set my things down and laid out our drinks. He did in fact have a fridge and I placed our drinks inside. I slowly wandered the room, almost feeling like a trespasser. There was a good sized living area with a couch and immediately I envisioned myself sprawled across his lap as he spanked me.
Shaking the thought away, I grabbed my bag and began unpacking. Placing the condoms, lube, massage oil, and restraints on the desk. I left the flogger in my bag. Then I panicked for a second and wondered if he’d expect me kneeling when he exited the shower. Remembering his email telling me to ‘make yourself at home’ I knew had he wanted something else he would’ve stated so.
That’s when my eyes drifted to the king-size bed and lingered there. On display at the end of the bed were a few different paddles including the small one from the day we met and the ‘significant damage’ paddle. His belt was also on display. My mouth opened and my breath caught at the sight of it all, turning me on immensely.
I walked over to them and let my fingers trace over their different textures. Wooden paddles of all different thickness and shape and his leather belt. Everything was spaced out to perfection, except for one vacant spot. Why was there a vacant spot?
The flogger!
Rushing back to my bag, I pulled it out I placed it on the bed where he’d left a space for it. Standing back, I took in the sight once more. I had a fleeting thought to take a picture, but decided against it. I should’ve taken the damn picture. That image would always be firmly embossed on me.
The flogger was still what captured my attention and I couldn’t resist picking it up, its weight still surprising me. I let my fingers tangle in its tassels, a chill running up my spine in response. Lifting the tassels to my nose, I inhaled deeply. Placing the flogger back down on the bed, I stepped away from it.
I leaned against the wall and waited for him to exit the shower. Remembering I hadn’t silenced my phone, I did that before setting it back down on the desk. The water was still running so I turned my eyes to the television. Some movie I hadn’t seen, but it was clearly a suspense movie. Not sure how long I’d want that on. It didn’t necessarily set the mood.
I started pacing. His suitcase met my eyes as I spotted it tucked away in the corner. I ignored it and walked to the window. His room overlooked the parking lot and our vehicles. The water stopped. Turning, I quickly walked back to where I’d been standing, between the bathroom and the bed.
A few minutes later he walked out in a t-shirt and a towel around his waist. My arms were crossed as he made a beeline for me. I could clearly see the outline of his dick through the towel. He was happy to see me.
Hands on my hips, he pulled me close. “How was the drive?” He kissed me.
“Good. You?” I kissed him back, my hands wrapping around his biceps.
“Long.” He kissed me again and then murmured, “You smell good.”
Kissing him back, a smile on my lips, I thanked him. Slow sweet kisses were exchanged as his hands roamed my hips and ass. My panties were soaked and I could feel his cock bob against me. When it started to get heated, he pulled his lips from mine.
“Did you get ice?”
I was an idiot. “No, I can go get some.” We walked toward the fridge and I grabbed the ice bucket. Before I left the room, I informed him, “Flogger’s on the bed.”
Smiling, his eyes moved to the bed. I left the room and headed to the ice machine. When I returned, having forgotten to leave it cracked, I knocked softly. Opening the door, he let me in and I locked it once I walked in, putting the ice back by the fridge. I got out my wine cooler and he poured himself a bourbon and coke.
Taking a sip of his drink, he then kissed me. I’d never had it myself and knew I’d made yet another new discovery. Holy hell. He tasted good with bourbon on his lips. He caught on immediately and teased me.
“Like the taste of that do you?”
Setting my own bottle down, I admitted, “Yes.” I pulled his mouth back to mine and licked his lips and tongue until the flavor of the bourbon was gone.
He took another sip, set the glass down on the nightstand and tugged me to him. We quickly became frenzied. His hands yanked my skirt down my hips and then his hands pushed under my sweater, burning everything they touched. Looking down, that fucking towel was still secure around his waist. Like he knew what I was about to do, he handed me my bottle and motioned me to the bed.
“Get up there.”
Chapter Twenty-One
DESIRE
HE SAT DOWN AT the head of the bed as I walked around and climbed in next to him. Did he want to watch the movie? I wasn’t sure. Sitting next to him, he pulled me to him. His full lips teased my own as his hand brushed my cheek and stroked down my neck. He didn’t want to watch the movie. Thank God!
We had all night, but everything started happening so quickly. My sweater was yanked off my body as his hands and mouth began exploring every part of me. Yes, this is what I’d been craving. Hours together to let the desire consume us, giving us time to explore.
The movie started getting loud and violent. Grabbing the remote he said, “Not quite setting the tone. Do you want to put your music on?”
I smiled and got up to get my phone off the desk as he muted the television, leaving it on as its light cast shadows over our bodies.
“I know you probably aren’t a fan of most of my stuff, but, well...”
“You mentioned a particular song that made you think naughty thoughts.”
Pressing my lips together, I nodded. I knew exactly what song he was referring to. Pulling up my ‘Gregor’ playlist, I scrolled through and found Desire by Meg Myers.
“It’s naughty.” The strong thrums of the piano immediately soaked into me. I loved this song.
; “Good. Now get back here.”
On our knees facing each other, we began again. He was listening to the words of the song and smiled sardonically at me.
“This song is dirty.”
“Told you it was naughty.”
“You’re my dirty little slut.”
“Yes, Sir, I am.”
One thing was clear. Gregor had the key that unlocked rooms to my soul I didn’t know existed. Now that I’d found those rooms, all I wanted to do was stay and explore every nook and cranny with him. I knew I was a fool to think one night like this would be enough to explore said rooms.
Leaning over him as he lay on his back, he unclasped my bra. Molding both my breasts—one with his mouth, the other with his hand—became his next mission. Rolling me to my back, he worked his way lower once my breasts had both been marked by his mouth. Burying his face between my legs, I moaned like a whore. I lifted my hips in response to his fingers on the waistband of my panties as he yanked them off. Lifting my head, our eyes met as he stuffed my panties in my mouth.
Falling back, my moans were subdued by the material now in my mouth. I started to protest when I felt the absence of his body, but he returned to me just as quick. Dragging the flogger up my body, he placed the handle between my breasts once the tassels covered my face. My sight was obscured and the smell of fresh leather and my own arousal overtook me.
He started to devour me like never before. I couldn’t stop my body from thrashing. He was just too good at this. The sound of two of the paddles hitting each other and then the floor stilled me. Oh, shit.
He placed them back on the bed and scolded me. “If it happens again, you’ll be punished. Understood?” I nodded and then he returned to his task, my pussy. “Do you want to come?”
Panties still in my mouth, I moaned my response.
“Too bad. Not yet.”
I groaned and swore I heard him chuckle. He was fucking evil and I loved it. Removing the flogger from my chest and pulling my panties from my mouth, he rolled me over. His hand came down hard on my ass. My fingers clutched the sheets above my head as I lifted my hips, seeking out another smack.
His hands grabbed my hips and yanked me to my knees. “Get that ass over here.” He smacked me again as he gave his order. “Don’t. Move.”
Panting, I obeyed. “Yes, Sir.”
The paddle came down on my ass, the ‘significant damage’ one. He only smacked me with it a few times before his teeth were biting at my marks, his marks. His breath moved lower as he tongued my clit and then moved to my anus.
“Oh, God.”
His thumb pressed down on my clit and remained there, unmoving. He did this often and it was sweet torture. My clit would begin pulsing quicker and quicker and I knew he felt it respond to his touch. I squirmed and his other hand immediately smacked my ass.
“I told you to hold still.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
I was sure my knuckles were white from gripping the sheets, but I didn’t dare look. Removing his hands from my body, I heard the tear of a wrapper. Slowly, he slid into my pussy as well as sliding a finger into my already lubricated ass. My chest was heaving against the bed as he continued sliding in and out of me, slowly picking up his pace.
This agony went on for several minutes. A few songs had already started and ended and I knew I’d never listen to them the same way again. Pulling on my hair, he raised me up to my knees, my back flush against his chest. His strong arms encased me as he fucked me with a renewed ferocity.
Held prisoner by him, unable to move, I surrendered to him. Dropping my head back against his shoulder, I knew he had me. When his fingers touched my clit I about jumped out of his arms, but he held strong.
“Please, Sir...”
Lips and teeth moved over my neck, just making it that much more intense. “No.”
The sound of his body slapping against mine, his breath on my neck, his utter possession of my being and my soul had me totally spellbound. My thighs ached and trembled as I concentrated on the feel of him, arms holding me, and I didn’t want him to ever let go.
The fullness of his presence inside me vanished and then the desertion of his arms left me shaking. Then the familiar sound of his voice penetrated my ears.
“Up on all fours.”
Placing my hands on the bed, I assumed the position. My thighs screamed at me and my arms shook. Strands of material drifted over my back, tickling my flesh, as my neck tilted in response. It only took a moment to realize it was the flogger. His free hand moved over my back, like he knew I needed him to calm me. It didn’t take long for the shaking to subside. His hand then left me and the flogger followed.
Silence. Besides the music, I was lost in absolute stillness. I concentrated on my breathing and then it began.
The sound of the flogger flying through the air was the next thing I heard. The smell of leather infiltrated my senses before it hit my skin. My body trembled in anticipation. The first strike came down and I smiled as my head instantly became lightheaded. Tension rolled off me in waves with every blow. He teased me with it, unleashed fury with it, and when he was done I yearned for more. I could feel the tingles from my thighs to my shoulder blades and everywhere in between.
I was panting when he finished. Pulling on my hair, he whispered my silent confession in my ear, “I knew you’d fall in love with the flogger.”
And he was right. I decided then and there that I was willing to be flogged every day for the rest of my life if it brought that kind of euphoric feeling to me. The question was if it was the tool, the wielder, or the combination of the two? And that was a question I didn’t care to answer.
“Roll over.”
I did as he instructed while he knelt on the floor between my legs. My right leg wrapped around his side as he pulled my hips to the edge of the bed. He began kissing and sucking on my inner thigh, my back arching in response. His fingers slid into me once again as he slowly moved them inside me.
“Gregor...” It was barely a whisper as I was near tears. My need for him was overwhelming, almost unbearable.
Lifting my left leg, he removed his fingers from me to slap my ass swiftly. My hips lifted higher, seeking him out. My left foot found his propped up thigh and mounted it there as his fingers entered me again and this time his mouth joined the exploit.
His other hand reached up and squeezed my breasts before moving back down to my sore ass. Squeezing my marks, his tongue and fingers did what they did best. I was fighting to hold back, the palms of my hands pressing into my eyes.
“You want to come for me?”
“Yes, Sir... Please.”
“Permission granted. Come for me.”
The demands of my Sir were like a song, a melody, and only my soul could sing along. And that deep velvet voice of his was the sweetest song I’d ever heard. I wondered which of us was the song, whom was the instrument, and who played whom better? I smiled at the thought and then pushed it away.
Never would I have believed that I could hold back an orgasm until instructed to let it go. I was now a believer, only partially convinced the first time he’d done it in Casper. But don’t get me wrong. I didn’t come the second he granted permission, but I was pretty damn close. And I loved that he had that power over me. Or loved that I was able to give him that power, knowing he’d reward me.
Knowing I could now let go, I did just that. But not immediately. I had to savor it, too. I let my body move against his face and hand, seeking the greatest pleasure I could from it. Watching him was what did it. Lifting my eyes, I saw the sweat trickling over his forehead as he ate me. His eyes met mine and nearly undid me. His hand found mine as our fingers intertwined. My free hand took the place where his had been, pushing down just above my pubic bone.
“Sir!”
He knew I was there. Pushing my hips against him harder, his fingers became more precise, his tongue even more diligent, our clasped hands squeezed tightly, and then I threw my head back and let my body take
over. It was one of the longest orgasms I think I’d ever had. It wouldn’t stop and neither did he. Not until I was completely limp, panting, nearly crying, yet smiling.
Once he separated himself from me, he leaned over my face and kissed me. Then he walked to the bathroom and I didn’t take my eyes off his ass until it vanished behind the door. I looked to the clock and just over an hour had passed by. Jesus! Only an hour! We still had plenty of time.
Sitting up, my throat was parched. Walking on very shaky legs, I moved to the nightstand where my drink sat. I took a long swig and waited for him to return. When he did, I headed to the bathroom. When I climbed back in the bed, he was sprawled out in the middle of it.
Arms open, I laid my head on his shoulder as he stroked my face and kissed me. I draped my leg over his hip and cozied up to him. Letting our hands roam, we kissed slowly, taking our time exploring one another. It still surprised me how quickly my body began responding to him again. But he didn’t rush things.
I enjoyed touching him in ways I hadn’t been able to up until that night. We had time and privacy and nothing but desire to quench our thirst. Turning toward me, he wedged his thigh between mine. My breath caught as his lips trailed my neck and I pressed myself against his thigh. Moaning, I nibbled on his skin and felt his dick jump in response.
Letting my hand roam, I teased him with my fingers. Tracing them up and down his shaft, over his balls, and on the sensitive skin of his thighs. His eyes were closed, but his lips smiled in response. When I circled my hand around him, he gently pushed my head away from his mouth. I knew what he wanted and I was eager to give it to him. But, that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to tease him on my way there.
Climbing on top of him, I pressed my chest against his as I kissed his neck and began moving lower. Finding his nipple, I teased it with my tongue as I felt his hips flex upward.
Taunting him, I moved my mouth back up to his ear and asked, “What something, Sir?”
“You know what I want. Suck my cock.”
Smiling, I replied sweetly, “Yes, Sir.”