by Ellis O Day
“I’m sorry. I must have the wrong room.”
“Does it matter?” He turned on the table lamp. It cast shadows on his narrow face, highlighting his hungry, dark eyes.
She appreciated that Nick was smart enough to pick up on her game. Her fingers went to the button on her blouse, teasing. “You…you must be expecting someone.”
“You.”
“I was supposed to meet my friend.”
“You can do that later.” He took a drink from the glass in his hand. “Unbutton your blouse.”
“I…I don’t know you.”
“So.”
“Who were you expecting? Your wife? Girlfriend?”
“I paid for an escort. If you’re not it, you’ll do.”
She gasped. “I’m not a prostitute.”
He stood, all slow grace and masculinity. “Neither am I.” He strolled over to her until his chest brushed against hers with each breath. “Unbutton your blouse.”
Her hands trembled, but she only rolled the button between her fingers.
He leaned down and kissed her neck, making his way to her ear. “Please.” He rubbed his erection against her belly.
“I…I don’t usually do this.”
He moved back a few inches, his eyes on her fingers. “I know.”
She unbuttoned the first button. Her fingers trailed against her skin as she moved to the next one. His gaze was hot, almost a caress. When she had the second button undone he leaned down and kissed her exposed skin, flicking her with his tongue and then sucking. She grabbed his head, wanting those lips and that mouth on her breasts. He pushed her hands out of the way and unhooked a button. His fingers fumbled on the next one so he clasped her shirt and yanked. Buttons shot across the room.
“Nick! What am I going…”
He shoved her bra up and his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking hard and stopping her words and all thought, except more. She held him to her and moaned as she rocked against his erection.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he said against her breast as his hands shoved her skirt up to her waist. “I have to be inside you when you do that. I have to.” He ripped her underwear off and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips as he pressed her against the door.
“Do what?” She caressed his neck, stopping herself, just barely, from shoving his face back to her breasts.
He unzipped his pants and slipped on a condom. His fingers skimmed across her pussy. “You’re drenched. For me.” His lips came down on hers as he shoved into her. She gasped into his mouth as he stretched her, filling her with pleasure and a hint of pain. He always felt good, but the first time each night was the best. The fullness of him, the length, the way he stretched her, forcing her to accept him, all of him—it was perfect. She clasped her inner muscles, clinging to him.
“Shit, baby. Do that again.” He pulled out and slid back in and she tightened her legs around his waist, her arms wrapping around his back, holding him to her with every muscle she had.
He moved his head to her breast and licked her nipple, a soft caress of his rough tongue. She moaned, her hand going to his head. It wasn’t enough and she guided him closer to her breast. He smiled, his teeth against her skin and she shivered. If he nipped her, she’d come.
“Please, Nick.”
He licked all around her nipple as she tried to force his mouth to her breast and then he was there. Right where she needed him. His mouth sucking on her breast sending lightning through her veins and causing her hips to rock against him.
“Fuck, that’s it.” He said before sucking harder.
Her back arched, smashing her breast into his face and her pussy tightened around him as he thrust in and out.
“Oh, Nick. Please…”
He increased his pace, shoving into her harder and harder as he sucked her nipple. Her body trembled at the onslaught, tightening even more. She was going to come. She was almost there and then his teeth grazed her nipple and she screamed clamping down on him and holding him tight. He thrust into her twice more and groaned his release against her breast.
They stayed like that for a long time, or at least it seemed like a long time. She was still wrapped around him, her back pressed to the door and his face resting against her breast and then he withdrew from her and she sighed. She hated when he pulled out. She could live with his dick inside of her, filling her and making her feel whole again. She dropped her legs to the floor. Those were dangerous thoughts. This was a fling. Sex. Nothing else.
She pulled her bra down to cover her breasts and started to button her shirt but most of the buttons were gone. She straightened her skirt. “I’ll see you Saturday.”
“What?” He tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped them.
She kissed his cheek. “It was great, but I have to go.”
“You have an hour.”
She blinked. “We won’t have sex again. You’ll sleep…”
“I’m not tired.”
She bent to pick up her underwear and he grabbed them before walking to the couch.
“Hey, I need those.” She glanced down at her shirt. “Actually, you can keep them, but I need to borrow a shirt or jacket. I can’t walk out of here like this.”
“Why don’t you keep clothes here? I have the place for three more weeks.”
“Two and a half.” She wanted to pull back the words. She didn’t want him to realize she was counting the days, dreading the end of their affair.
“Yeah.” He didn’t sound happy and that made her glad.
“Can I borrow a shirt?” She headed for the bedroom to get one.
“No.”
She stopped. “No?”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her down to his lap. “Yes, but not now. When the hour is up.”
She sat stiffly, not wanting to get comfortable. She couldn’t afford to get comfortable around him. This was going to end and it was better if it ended on her terms. Adam had taught her that.
“Relax.” He pulled her against his chest, her head on his shoulder.
“If we’re not going to have sex again and you’re not going to sleep, what are we going to do.” She fought her desire to accept this closeness, to cherish this gift, but it’d be her undoing. “We can’t talk. Not about anything personal so that leaves almost everything out.”
“We can just sit.” His hand stroked her hair and he kissed her forehead. “Just stay with me for a bit. I promise we’ll both go when the hour is up.”
She shouldn’t but she couldn’t help herself. His heart beat steady under her ear and his arms surrounded her. She’d believe his body’s lie – the lie of safety – for now. She relaxed against him and sighed. She was in so much trouble.
CHAPTER 2: SARAH
“Sarah, wake up.”
Adam shook her but she snuggled closer, burying her face in his chest. He smelled nice—a hint of some woodsy cologne and male.
“Baby, come on.” His arms tightened around her and his dick, already prodding against her thigh, hardened a little more. “You’re not making this easy.” He kissed the top of her head. “You have to wake up. It’s time for you to go.”
She didn’t want to go. She was comfortable in his arms, but this wasn’t Adam. It wasn’t Adam’s voice and Adam never smelled like this.
“If you don’t get up now, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom and fuck you until you scream.” His hand wandered from her waist to her thighs, moving slowly between them.
Adam never talked to her like that. He wouldn’t. He hadn’t wanted her. Not at the end, but Nick did. Nick was hard for her, waiting for her and she wanted him, but she couldn’t stay. She moaned as his fingers move under her skirt and brushed softly against her pussy.
“Don’t. I have to go,” she said against his chest before turning and climbing off his lap. “Sorry.”
His gaze was already hot with passion and the bulge in his pants promised she wouldn’t be disappointed. She bit her lip, wanting him so bad but she couldn’t do
that to Tank. He’d think she’d abandoned him like Adam had.
“You’d better go now, or you won’t be leaving for”—his gazed caressed her breasts, covered only by the bra since the buttons of her shirt were gone—“at least ten minutes.”
She laughed. “A whole ten minutes. You’re a charmer you are.”
“You like it fast and hard.”
“I do.” Her eyes roamed down his chest to his pants. “But I have to go.” She took a step toward the bedroom when he grabbed her hand, stopping her. “You said I could borrow a shirt.”
“If you go in the bedroom, you aren’t coming out tonight.” He let go of her hand, a challenge in his eyes.
She wanted to take him up on the game. She was more than eager to play, but she couldn’t. “Will you get me a shirt then?” She glanced down at her chest. “I can’t leave like this.”
“Chicken.” He pulled his shirt off and handed it to her.
“Thanks.” She put it on and headed for the door, stopping before she opened it. “Why did you wake me? I’m glad you did, but why?”
“For our game this Saturday, you need to trust me. Completely. I figured this proves that no matter how much I want it, I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
A wave of lust flowed through her, turning into liquid between her thighs. She already trusted him too much and she was eager to play his slave.
CHAPTER 3: SARAH
When Sarah arrived at the hotel Saturday night, the room was empty. A note waited for her, taped to the couch.
Your costume is in the bedroom. Put it on. All of it. And wait for me.
Write your safeword on the back of this paper and leave it on the couch. Make sure I can read your writing.
Nick
Sarah scribbled her safeword down and went into the bedroom. Excitement raced through her with a hint of fear. She’d never done anything like this before and she was nervous. She trusted him, but she was going to be at his mercy. Tonight, she was his slave—a young girl, little to no experience who was sold to him. Her panties were already wet and she felt empty and aching for him. She’d had no idea she’d be into this submissive shit.
The bed was made, as usual, but there were restraints at the headboard and the posts at the bottom of the bed. Her stomach twisted as more wetness pooled between her legs. Did she trust him enough to allow him to tie her up? She’d never been restrained before. Adam hadn’t liked games like that, or if he had, he hadn’t played them with her. Their sex life, the little they’d had, had been normal, no wilder than a couple of different positions.
She’d get dressed and worry about the restraints later. He’d been nice enough to play her fantasy. She’d at least give his a try. If she got scared or didn’t like something, she had her safeword and she trusted him to listen to her. He’d been nothing but kind so far. Kind and sexy and oh so delicious.
She stripped out of her jeans and T-shirt, tossing them over a chair and picked up the clothes from the bed. It was Nick’s shirt. She stilled as she noticed a shackle attached to the one leg of the bed with a sticky note on it.
Put me on too.
He wanted her to chain herself before he even got here. She glanced around but there was no key in sight. She slipped into the shirt and searched the bedroom but couldn’t find the key. She picked up the shackle. It was lined with silk so it wouldn’t scrape her skin. She put it around her ankle but didn’t lock it. If something happened and he didn’t show up, there was no way she was going to get caught like this by the maid. Plus, she had to be home for Tank.
If Nick didn’t like it too bad. She’d chain herself as soon as he got here. She sat on the bed and waited. It seemed like forever. She unhooked her leg and went into the living room. She poured herself a drink and flopped on the couch, turning on the TV.
She’d almost finished her drink when she heard the click of the door. She turned off the TV and rushed into the bedroom, hooking the shackle around her ankle but hesitated before latching it. “Nick, is that you?”
He walked into the bedroom. He was dressed in black dress slacks and a white button down shirt. He looked like the professional he probably was. His face was stern and his black hair windblown. His eyes roamed over her, hot with desire, until they landed on her ankle.
“Close the shackle or do you want to be punished?”
She swallowed as she latched the restraint. She was stuck now, for better or worse.
“Stand up.”
She did, suddenly nervous and yet excited. Her eyes wandered to his groin where the beginning of a bulge was forming.
He studied her. “Pretty enough but you seem to have a problem obeying.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Did I tell you to speak?”
“No.” She bit her lip and made a face because she probably should’ve shook her head.
There was a spark of amusement in his eyes before they narrowed again. It wasn’t much but it made her feel better. This was still Nick.
“Come forward.”
She moved toward him.
“Stop. Take off your shirt.”
Her hands trembled slightly from excitement as she unbuttoned the shirt. With his dark eyes watching her and her complete submission to him, she was getting more turned on by the minute. By the gleam in his eyes, he liked her nervousness so she played it up, taking her time removing the shirt. His nostrils were flaring a bit by the time she was done. She left the shirt hanging open, covering more of her body than it revealed.
“Take it off.”
She shrugged and the cloth slid to the floor.
“Why are you wearing a bra and underwear? Was that part of the outfit I left for you?” He walked around her, slowly.
“No. Sorry—”
“No, Master.” He whispered in her ear, his hot breath making her shiver with want.
“No, Master,” she repeated.
He moved in front of her. “You’re sorry a lot.”
She didn’t know what to say to that.
“Didn’t I tell you to get dressed and wait for me?”
“Yes.” At his raised eyebrow she said, “Yes, Master.”
“Then why were you watching television and drinking my liquor? Did I say you could do that?”
“No. No, Master. I’m sorry, Ma—”
In a flash, she was in his arms. In two steps, they were at the bed and he was sitting and she was lying over his legs. His hand came down hard on her butt.
“Ouch! Hey.”
“Do not speak unless I give you permission.” His hand caressed her bottom, sliding down to her thighs and between them, but not touching where she most needed him to. She relaxed a bit on his legs. “Do you understand?” His fingers trailed down the crack of her ass.
“Yes. Yes, Master.” She squirmed a little, wanting him to touch her. She was already wet and aching for him.
He slapped her ass again.
“Ouch!”
He stood her up, but stayed sitting on the bed. “Silence.”
She nodded rubbing her backside. She wasn’t sure about the spankings. Part of her had been turned on, a lot, by the helpless position but not by the actual hitting.
“Take off your bra. I want to see what I paid for.”
She unhooked her bra and let it drop, her nipples were already hard and pointing at him, begging him to taste them, suck them.
“Now, your panties.” His voice was rougher and the bulge in his pants had grown considerably.
She shimmied out of them, kicking them off her feet.
His eyes raked over her body, sending shivers of warmth racing through her. She wanted him now.
“What’s your name?”
“Sarah,” she said, not in the mood to answer to something else tonight.
“Sarah, I think we’ll get along fine as long as you can learn to obey.” He started unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m a kind master, if you do what I say.”
She remained quiet, her eyes following his hands as they expo
sed more and more of his wonderful chest.
“Go into the bathroom and draw a bath for me.”
“The chain, Master.”
He pulled a key from his pocket. “Give me your leg.”
She lifted her leg and he took her ankle, positioning her foot so it rested against his groin and opened her up for his view. His eyes darkened as he stared at her pussy and she couldn’t help it, she got wetter. She’d be dripping in a minute.
She wanted to rub her toes along his length but she was supposed to be an unwilling slave so she remained still but it wasn’t easy. His hands were warm and strong, caressing her foot. She shifted slightly, trying to press her thighs together. She needed pressure between her legs. He smirked a little and unlocked the cuff. She started to move her foot but hesitated. There was something expectant about the way he was watching her.
He smiled as his fingers caressed her calf, trailing past her knee. “Good girl. You waited for permission. Good girls get rewarded.” He leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh, his mouth open and wet and she shivered, her hands reaching for his head to guide him to the place that wept for his touch, but stopped herself, dropping her hands back at her sides.
He breathed along her slit and a whimper escaped her lips. His hot breath felt good but not substantial enough. She needed his tongue or fingers or cock.
He sat up. “Go. Get my bath ready.”
Her legs wobbled as she walked into the bathroom. She wanted him so badly. She bent over the claw-footed tub, turning on the water. She felt his presence more than heard him. He was behind her, close enough so she could feel the heat from his body. She forced herself not to turn and grab him. She had to get her head into this game or he wouldn’t enjoy it. Well, he’d enjoy it but not as much as if she acted how he wanted her to.
“You’re a very beautiful woman. I’m glad I bought you.” His hand rested on her back, pushing her gently downward, until her hands were braced on the other side of the tub. He ran a piece of ice down her spine. She stiffened at the cold but his lips soon followed the ice, his mouth hot and wet contrasting with the cold. She moved her legs apart, giving him better access and she hoped a hint, but he continued kissing her back, going not farther than her ass.