by J. M. Witt
Descending the last step he asked, “Were you flying?”
Chuckling, I admitted, “I may have had cruise set at minimum 75 and traffic was great until I approached downtown.”
His hand stretched out and handed me a key card. Tucking it in my hand, I blushed as his eyes traveled my body. I wore a black skirt and a red blouse—his favorite color, and black knee high boots.
“Head on up. I’m going to go finish working out.”
“Ok.” Grabbing my suitcase, I turned with him grinning after me and headed for the elevators.
Walking into the room a weight was lifted. Everything was in pristine condition. Walking to the floor to ceiling windows, I took in the view. The bed was made and his jacket hung on the desk chair. I removed my coat and placed it on the same chair and put my suitcase on a different chair. I unzipped my suitcase and carried my shower bag to the bathroom. A full size tub and a separate shower greeted me. I set my bag down and headed back to the room.
I put our drinks in the fridge and laid out the chocolate and fruit I’d purchased. Then I put the toys, flogger, oils, lubes, etc. in one of the dresser drawers. Staring at his wrapped present, I pondered what to do with it. Then I heard a key in the door. He sure didn’t waste any time. I was debating putting something else on and now that plan was thwarted.
Standing still, I waited as me walked toward me. Once I was within arm’s reach, he took my hand and tugged me to him, kissing my lips. How was it that in his presence alone, I felt like the most beautiful and treasured thing? While I struggled to take a compliment, I believed any he gave me.
“You look great.” His arms pulled me tighter against him as he continued to kiss me sweetly. Fingering the low cut neckline of my blouse he admitted, “I like the red.”
“I wore the red for you, Sir. Lots and lots of red.” The smile never leaving my face.
Peaking in my blouse, he eyed the red bra and stated, “I’ll enjoy taking it off later.”
“Me, too.” My hands moved over the dampness of his shirt as it clung to his shoulders.
“I’m all sweaty.”
I kissed him again, deeper, and confessed what he should have already known, “I don’t mind. I like you all sweaty.”
That spurred him onward as his hands pulled my body closer to him and he moved his hips against my own. Soft moans fell from my mouth as they always did when he kissed me, touched me. The heat of his hands penetrated my blouse before he lifted it and ran his hands underneath to my waist.
I let him mold me to his body before he walked to the end of the bed. Sitting down, he pulled me between his legs and wrapped his arms around my waist as he buried his face in my belly. I ran my hands over his drenched shirt, not caring that he was all sweaty from his workout as he ran his hands over my hips, thighs, and butt. Massaging his neck and shoulders, I enjoyed the soft groans that fell from his mouth.
We stayed that way for a long time as I continued manipulating his muscles. Then I asked sweetly, “You going to fall asleep on me?”
“Mmm, I could.”
Hands moved over the bare flesh of my thighs and travelled upward. His fingers moved to cup my ass, sliding over my hips, and then slipped into my panties. The only sounds that could be heard were my mewlings as he fondled me. Thighs and ass clenching, I lifted one leg and placed it on top of his knee as his fingers slid into me. Tugging at the back of his shirt, I wanted it off. But it didn’t happen.
He stood back up and held me tight. Ever so softly his lips brushed against my neck, “I missed you.”
My throat constricted as my heart sped up. “I missed you.”
He pulled his head back and claimed my lips with renewed energy. There he was, my Dom, my Sir, my lover, my play partner. His hand gripped my neck as his tongue invaded my waiting mouth. We took our time kissing and touching, knowing we had plenty of time.
Lips thoroughly swollen, I pulled back. I was dying to give him his gifts. Looking at me, he smiled like he knew I was up to something.
“Would you like your gift?”
His grin got even bigger as he nodded. “Yes.”
“Ok.”
I pulled the box out of my suitcase. It was wrapped in shiny red paper. He sat on the bed and waited for me to hand it to him. His smile got bigger as he looked to me and then back to the box. I sat down and watched with apprehension as he opened it. He pulled the two plastic wrapped paddles out of the box and yanked the plastic off.
He examined them closely as I watched, even inhaling their intoxicating scent deeply. “You said you wanted a heavy duty leather slapper. And, well, I couldn’t decide. So, I got both!”
I’d gotten a large leather paddle that had red fleece on one side, while the other paddle was actually a three layer leather slapper. Smacking them both in turn against his hand, he now looked like the kid in the candy shop.
Then his eyes, thick with lust, looked to me and asked, “You ready to play?”
Biting my lip, I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Rising from the bed, he motioned me to where he wanted me. Still fully clothed, I got on my knees on the end of the bed. He guided me to the exact location and spread my knees. Lifting my skirt, he slowly pulled my panties down and discarded them.
I knew that I had some fading marks and I cooed when his teeth nipped at them. Instinctively my hips pushed back further, aching to be closer to him. Then the smack of his hand came down and I pressed my lips together in a smile.
“Don’t move.” His tone was serious and I smiled even more.
He used both of the new paddles; placing special attention to the fleece lined one. Slapping and then caressing with the opposing sides it featured. Over my buttocks, down the outside of my thighs, back up the delicate skin of my inner thighs, and then gently over my clit. Then his hands would do the same. Fingers soaked, he reached around to put them in my mouth as I cleaned them off.
“Where’s the butt plug?” His tone was soft.
Out of breath, I panted, “In the dresser.” I pointed in its direction, “The top drawer.”
I heard him rifling through the drawer, then heard the lube being squeezed out before he returned to me. My face was buried in the comforter as anticipation had me nearly delirious. Gripping my ass and spreading my cheeks, I felt his thumb gently press into me. Then, slowly, he replaced his thumb with the butt plug.
There was no accurate way to describe the way it made me feel. Full didn’t do it justice. All I knew was I really, really liked it. Then the spanking and paddling resumed. After a few minutes I heard the wood of the ‘significant damage’ paddle being lifted off the desk. Shit! When I was on the brink of sobbing, he ceased.
Sitting in front of me, he lifted me up so that he could kiss me and wiped away the few stray tears as he did so. Then he lowered my mouth to his waiting cock. Eager as always, I sucked on him while his hands moved over my back and slapped my ass.
After a few minutes, he raised my face back to his and kissed me. On my knees in front of him, his fingers sank into me as I held onto him tightly.
“Please, Sir. I need you.”
“What do you need? Tell me.”
Blushing, but feeling no shame I confessed. “I want your cock inside me, fucking me.”
Grinning, he kissed my cheek. “Get back on your knees.”
I did as he bid. Hearing the tear of the wrapper, I waited for his invasion. Hands on my hips, he slid in as my eyes closed with pleasure. He fucked me while manipulating the butt plug to further my enjoyment.
“Come for me, sweet girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Letting myself fall into the waves of pleasure, my orgasm quickly flooded me. Before the tremors were done, he rolled me over and buried his face between my legs. Soon, I was coming undone again with his fingers and tongue fully exploiting me.
When I was done, he moved to lie down next to me and pulled me close. Once my breathing returned to normal, we began kissing and touching once more. With his erection in
my hand, I stroked him as he smiled against my lips. Rolling me over, his body covered mine as we lay face to face.
“I want to please you, Sir.”
Grinning, “Don’t move.”
Climbing off the bed, he grabbed the bottle of lube. Returning to me, he slowly licked my clit and then removed the butt plug. With lube in hand, he covered his cock. On his knees, he lifted my hips with one hand; he began the process of claiming my ass. Finally, we’d be joined the way we both wanted for so long.
He took his time and was rewarded when I fully relaxed, letting him slide all the way inside. Stilling, his smile beamed down at me as I moaned. Proving his talents, fingers glided into my pussy, filling me completely.
“Oh, God.” My eyes closed and reopened, joining his gaze.
His gruff voice had me pulsing in response. “I want to feel every part of you clench around me.”
Reaching up, he took my hand and then placed my fingers over my clit as his own pumped in and out of my pussy. His cock slid out to the tip and then back in my ass at a restrained pace. I was nearly delusional with pleasure and struggled to concentrate.
“Look at me. I want to see those deep eyes.” I did as he asked, though my eyes tried to flutter shut. “Does it feel good?”
Panting, I murmured, “Yes, Sir.” He pushed in a little harder as I moaned in response.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Full, so much good pressure.”
“How long has it been since someone’s been in your tight ass?”
He knew the answer to that. We’d discussed it numerous times, but I answered him anyway.
Struggling to speak, my words broken, I answered him. “Too long, over a decade.”
With that smirk on his face, he declared, “This ass belongs to me now.”
Smiling, with the blush covering my cheeks, I admitted, “I don’t want anyone else there.”
He simply growled his response and continued fucking my ass. After a few minutes I could feel him losing control, wanting his release while still seeking another of mine. Finally, after all that time, we were joined the way we both wanted and all I wanted was his release.
“I want you to come, Sir.” I didn’t care if I came again, not now.
Groaning, he asked, “Where?”
Smiling, I pressed up to meet his thrusts and cooed, “Anywhere you want.”
A small chuckle escaped his lips. I wrapped my hands around him as he came closer and caressed the taut muscles of his back. Then the guttural moans took over as he emptied himself inside my ass. The ass that was now his. Lowering himself fully, he kissed me slowly as the last of his orgasm rushed through him. Hands on his back, I took great pleasure in the tremors that my touch brought him.
A few minutes later, after kissing me and stroking my face, he excused himself to the restroom. Sated—for the moment—I remained on my back and waited for him. Climbing back on the bed, he lay down next to me and pulled me close. On my back, he lay on his side and tangled his legs with mine. He didn’t stop touching me, caressing my face and body, and kept kissing my forehead.
We watched the sunset through the floor to ceiling windows. The colors transitioned from oranges, to pinks, and then reds and it was beautiful. Though I couldn’t decide if I was enjoying the beauty in the colors of the sunset or in the beauty of the person I was sharing the moment with. Everything felt so right when I was with him. I closed my eyes and reveled in his touch, trying to take it all in so I’d never forget. His aftercare skills may have lacked when our visits were short, but when we had time, he made up for it in spades.
We talked some and it was a struggle for me to not doze off. Body, heart, and soul were completely at peace with him near. His warmth surrounded me, his tenderness consumed me, and his presence dominated me. His fingers twined themselves with mine while I listened to him describe the beauty of the sunset. I felt like it was a secret part of him that he was exposing to me.
Closing my eyes I finally admitted what I’d known long ago. I loved him. He taught me to embrace my own darkness, nurtured it, and treated me like I was the light in his night sky.
My emotions were becoming harder and harder to mask. If he knew, he didn’t say anything. Even Jared had said he knew how Heather felt long before they revealed it to one another. I knew Gregor cared, but didn’t know to what extent.
I wanted nothing more than for him to find happiness and yes, part of me hoped I was part of that. Full well knowing that he was a huge part of mine, even if it was only going to be for a short time. He could’ve had anyone, but he chose me. That had to mean something about our connection, compatibility. Of course I wouldn’t be the first to let my emotions go overboard.
Part of me knew we’d both crossed a line long ago and I wondered who would break first. Or was it possible that he was just the most attentive Dom on the planet and I was the worst sub to interpret his attentiveness as love? His job was to know what I needed and wanted. I wanted the touching and his loving and naughty words whispered in my ear. All I needed was him.
There was just one problem. I loved him and I couldn’t have him. I never predicted that I would feel this way and I had to shut it off before I ruined our night away. ‘One day, one moment, one experience at a time, Mer.’
Chapter Thirty-Five
DROP BY DROP
WE LAY ON THE BED, curled in one another for close to an hour. Slowly, his fingers began to tease me once again. My body automatically reacted to him. Hips twitched, clit throbbed, heartrate picked up, and my breath caught in my throat.
Turning my face toward his, his full lips greeted my own. Soon, he moved down my body and took me to the brink once more. Panting on the bed, my arm over my face, he straddled me with a big smile on his face.
Removing my arm, I smiled. “Thank you.”
Kissing me quickly, he said, “I’m going to shower. Then we can go to dinner.”
“Ok.”
Fingering my skirt that was still on me and underneath me, he declared. “You’re going to need to change.” His eyes met mine and said wickedly, “It’s covered in cum.”
Laughing, I said, “Sure am glad I brought a change of clothes.”
Lifting my hip, he swatted my ass and then disappeared into the bathroom. Once the water was running, I sat up. Walking, I grabbed my phone and hit play on my Gregor playlist. Drop by Drop by The Sweeplings came on. The lyrics hooked me. Sitting down, I listened as a few tears fell. I was so happy, but so stuck.
I played it once more and changed into some jeans. Moving to the mirror, I attempted to fix my makeup, licking my finger to remove the smeared eye liner and mascara that was under my eyes. I finger brushed my tousled hair and then waited for him to exit the bathroom.
I was standing in front of the windows staring out when I heard the bathroom door open. Deciding not to move, I heard him stalk closer. Arms wrapped around me and kissed my neck.
“You ready?”
“Yes, just need a minute.”
Heading to the bathroom, I quickly ran my brush through my hair and touched up my makeup. When I stepped back out he had his jacket on and held out my coat for me. Slipping it up my arms and over my shoulders, I thanked him.
“There are several restaurants just a few blocks down.”
“Great.” Slipping my phone into my purse, I walked through the hotel door that he held open for me.
Walking down the street, it wasn’t lost on me the stance he took as we walked. He took the outer lane, by traffic. Most wouldn’t think anything of this, but it was the spot a gentleman took, the spot of protection. Stepping into the restaurant, they weren’t very busy and we were seated immediately.
The waitress took our drink order; whisky for him and a mixed drink for me. We ordered an appetizer and decided to split a pizza. The conversation flew easily between us. Nothing seemed to be off limits as we talked about our childhood, adolescence, and college years. Halfway through, my belly ached with all the laughter we shared.
“So, Judith sure likes to give you a hard time.”
I groaned and nodded, “Yes. We have a history.”
He was referring to the PTA meeting from a couple weeks ago. Judith had been unrelenting about the upcoming fundraiser, doing anything she could to get under my skin. Gregor had been at the meeting, but we hadn’t exchanged any pleasantries, for discretion sake.
“Care to divulge?” His head was tilted and his eyes were warm.
“Not really. I shouldn’t let her bother me.”
“Well, I have my own history with her.” This caught my attention. “Not like that.” He chuckled. “I’m friends with her ex-husband. He was really torn up about the divorce.”
“I can’t imagine why? I figured he was happy to get away from her.” We both laughed.
“Well, he’s definitely better off.”
Then out of nowhere a chunk of meat flew through my line of sight and landed on the table between us. Gregor was red from laughing so hard. I was still trying to figure out what happened and where the meat had come from. He finally pointed behind me and I turned cautiously.
“Oh, my God. Did that hit you guys?” A bubbly blonde was sitting in the booth behind me and was all apologies. “I’m so sorry.”
Laughing, I assured her it was ok. “No harm, no foul.”
The man she was with was clearly embarrassed and made a remark about her having too much to drink. That didn’t appear to be the case to me, but what did I know. Turning back to Gregor, he was still red and snickering. Seeing him that way had me laughing all over again.
Holding my stomach, I pleaded, “Please, stop. It hurts.”
Narrowing his eyes at me he said, “That’s not the only thing that’s going to hurt when I’m done with you.”
Shaking my head, I wiggled from side to side. “Oh, how I’ve missed sitting on a sore ass!”
“Want me to make it more so?”
Licking my lips, I replied, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He started cracking up again and pulled another slice of pizza onto his plate. Soon after, he paid the bill and we walked down the street to a local bar. I was thoroughly enjoying spending time with him in that way, but I was also growing anxious to return to our room. I couldn’t help it!