“What does Sur le Bord mean?” she asked Eric quietly.
“It means, ‘on the edge’.”
“And that’s how people know what kind of hotel this is?”
“No,” he laughed. “I list it quietly on BDSM websites, and that’s why I have the main lobby set up like a regular hotel so we can quietly redirect those that find their way here on accident.”
“I’m glad no one redirected me,” she said, laughing.
“I wouldn’t have let them if they tried. You look beautiful tonight,” he said, kissing her cheek as they paused to let the doorman open the door for them.
“Thank you,” she said, smoothing the flowing dress down with shaking hands.
She wasn’t scared, but she could barely contain her excitement at the night ahead, and she was hoping that Eric enjoyed the surprise that she had for him. So much had been leading up to this night, and she was so ready to take this next step and let herself just be who she was.
If Eric noticed her excitement, he must have chalked it up to being in the hotel again, and nothing more than that. He bypassed the lobby, his key the same one that he always used for the full floor suite that was solely for his use. The clerk at the desk smiled at him, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge his presence.
They went straight to his suite and ordered room service while they sat on the sofa and sipped wine from the chilled bottles that had greeted them when they arrived.
Their meal arrived quickly, and they sat together at the formal dining room table, enjoying the decadent meal and talking about their hopes and dreams together. The memories they had made here filled Shawna with a pleasant familiarity and she found that she was enjoying getting to know Eric on a deeper level just as they had when their love was first new. She made a mental note to make a trip to the hotel in Vegas at least once every few months, and knew that the ritual would keep their love fresh and new for years to come.
“I’ve been thinking about that room off your bedroom,” she said when the last of the meal had been consumed and the room service tray had been taken away. “I think it’s time you showed me what was hiding behind that door.”
He looked across his wine glass at her, his expression one of pleasant surprise.
“I had forgotten that you didn’t get to see what was in there,” he said. “It wasn’t that I was hiding it so much as I was afraid that you would be overwhelmed by it.”
“And now?”
“And now, I guess I don’t know if I’ll be able to get you out of the room once you go in.”
“Sounds wonderful,” she said, standing and setting her half-finished glass of wine down. “How about now?”
“Now is as good a time as any,” he said, the slow smile spreading across his face.
He reached out and took her hand, leading her down the hallway to the bedroom and taking a key out to unlock the door.
“You’re serious about keeping this a private room,” she said, even more intrigued.
“I’m serious about my expensive toys not walking off,” he corrected with a wink.
He opened the door and Shawna stepped in, looking around the room and taking it all in.
“I don’t even know what half of these things are for,” she said quietly.
“I’ll show you,” he said.
“Can we try one now?” she said, looking at one piece of furniture that looked especially interesting.
“Sure,” he said. “You want to pick, or do you want me to?”
“I want to try that one,” she said, pointing to a narrow bench of sorts that had a lot of padding and just as many straps.
“The spanking bench it is,” Eric said.
They walked by a display of leather paddles and straps, and Eric selected one without breaking stride. Shawna’s heart was racing and she already felt the excitement welling inside her.
She stood in front of the bench and lifted her arms as Eric took off her dress, then removed her bra and panties. He helped her get on the bench, giving her instructions and moving her arms and legs around until she was laying over the padded section angled downward so that her ass was in the air, knees held wide. When he started loosely strapping her in, she felt her body respond with a flood of heat and she knew that she was going to enjoy this.
“I’ll be gentle,” he said. “We have lots of time to play this weekend, and I don’t want to wear your ass out before the weekend even gets underway.”
She was about to respond when the first slap of the leather against her skin connected, and her thought was cut off as the sting gave way to heat and a second swat caught her on the other butt cheek. She struggled against the straps, trying to move her backside out of the way of the strap, but she was held fast. Her excitement grew with each swat of the thin leather, and before she knew it, she could feel an orgasm building.
When she saw him set the strap down out of the corner of her eye, she felt a wave of disappointment wash through her. She wasn’t even close to done, and she was hoping that he would spank her through the orgasm. She was about to voice her needs when she heard the unmistakable sound of Eric pulling the belt from his belt loops and her mouth went dry.
Yes! Shawna thought as the wide leather belt connected with her skin, covering both ass cheeks and curling around her hip. She arched her back as much as she could, restrained the way she was, and she moaned with each blow, her excitement growing. The heat rose in her, and when her climax loomed she yelled out to Eric, begging him to spank her faster.
He complied, and with a cry of sheer ecstasy, she gave herself over to her release, trembling and writhing against the restraints, the rhythmic sound of the leather against her skin fueling her passion.
When her orgasm quieted, Eric’s hands were on her flesh, rubbing her to take the sting out and checking out his handiwork. Shawna heard his zipper open and she felt his rigid shaft push against her. She moaned, begging him to take her, and sighing when he slid inside her, burying himself to the hilt and thrusting into her fast and hard.
When he found his own release, Shawna’s body was already gearing up for another orgasm, and she climaxed an instant after he cried out her name and pounded her mercilessly until he’d drained every last bit of himself.
He left her there like that, on display and catching her breath while he enjoyed the sight of her.
“I love it when you’re naked like this,” he said. “If I had my way, you would be naked everywhere we go.”
Shawna’s body tightened in response and she thought of all the places that they could make that very thing a reality. Maybe it’s time for a hotel like this one a little closer to home, she mused.
He unstrapped her, and led her to the bathroom, filling up the jet tub but not making a move to undress himself. He bathed her then, his hands cleaning and exploring every inch of her body leisurely as if he had nothing more important to do. Shawna’s body responded to his every touch, and she found herself longing to feel him inside her again.
Cleaned and rinsed, he helped her out of the tub and laid her out on the low bench, a plush towel beneath her. He dried every inch of her, from head to toe, once again exploring every crevice and curve, drawing shy blushes from her when his touch became personal and the reality of being the only naked person in the room washed over her. She felt exposed and euphoric all at once, and she knew that this was something that she enjoyed on a deep level.
Eric worked lotion into her skin, paying careful attention to her reddened backside, then sitting with her while she air dried in the peaceful room.
When he brought her dress to her, she didn’t bother putting her underwear on. Her taut nipples strained against the fabric and were clearly visible. He reached out with both hands, playfully pinching her nipples through the fabric, then leaning over and kissing her.
“I think that you liked the bench more than I do,” he said, kissing her neck and her shoulders as he spoke. “You’re naughtier than even I thought you were.”
“It’s my favori
te so far,” she admitted.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to play with it a little more this weekend, but I think that’s enough spanking for tonight.”
He nuzzled her ear and she shivered, leaning into his touch and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Can we go to the meeting area?” she asked. “I’m not ready to call it a night yet.”
“Sure,” he said, his voice husky and his pants already straining against his own excitement. “I was hoping that you would say that, but I wasn’t going to push you.”
“I’m ready to push myself,” she said, standing up and walking down the hallway with Eric right on her heels. “I feel safe with you, and I want to explore the things I’ve been thinking about for weeks. I feel powerful beneath your fingertips.”
“I’m happy to hear that. There’s nothing sexier than a powerful woman giving herself over to pleasure.”
He stopped at the credenza in the sitting room, opening a drawer and pulling out the emerald choker she’d worn when they had last visited the hotel. Eric put it on her, carefully closing the clasp and letting her hair fall onto her shoulders.
He followed her out the door and onto the elevator and was pushing the button for the lower level meeting room when she stopped him.
“I’m feeling a little more adventurous tonight,” she said, pushing the button above and hoping that she wasn’t making a huge mistake.
She hadn’t seen this floor yet, and she was a little afraid of what it would hold.
“Works for me,” he said with a gentle laugh. “I like this side of you.”
“You haven’t seen it all yet,” she teased.
“I’m a patient man,” he said.
The elevator door opened up and they stepped off the elevator car and into the hall. Eric opened the door and Shawna stepped in, looking in awe at the room that was lit much more brightly than the beginner's room. Around the room there were various benches and other kinky furniture aides. Unlike the dark, dungeonesque feel of the other room, this room was white, crisp, and inviting.
“How do you like it?” Eric asked.
“I like it,” she said. “But I was envisioning a dark room when I made my plan, and now I’m not sure I can do this.”
“We can always go back down a floor,” he said gently, no hint of humor in his voice.
“You’re so sweet, but I want to do this,” she said.
“I’m right here,” he said, though his expression said that he had no idea what she had planned.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she slipped the shoulders of her dress off her arms and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the puddle of cloth at her feet and hung the dress on one of the jacket hooks that lined the wall beside the door, then she looked at Eric, standing there in the open in nothing but the choker with the emerald heart around her neck.
She turned, looking at her reflection in one of the many mirrors and smiling at the still rosy glow of her backside. Eric was looking, too, and Shawna felt a rush of excitement at just knowing that everyone would know what they’d been doing shortly before coming downstairs.
Eric sucked in a quick breath and smiled.
“Perfect,” he said.
She slipped her hand into his and she let him lead her around the room, enjoying the feel of the air against her bare skin and holding her head high. She felt bold and beautiful, and it was all thanks to the strength and love of the man by her side. Eric had opened up a new world for her, and she was never going back to that timid, stifled woman she had once been.
She had finally found her power, and it was hers to keep.
THE END
= Bonus Book 10 of 17 =
I Do For You -
FF Romance
“Hey, Lisa, when’s your big day?” I was asked for what felt like the hundredth God damn time that day. “It must be weird being at your younger sister’s wedding rehearsal dinner without a husband of your own by your side.”
I couldn’t stand it, I was done being polite. It felt like time to let a little sarcasm slip through. “Actually, it’s a blast,” I replied through gritted teeth. “Best thing ever, I’m having just the most fantastic time.”
I tugged down on my awkward fitting purple dress that Jessie had forced me to wear since it was ‘her big day after all’ and I tried to turn away. But it seemed my brand-new friend—some aunt of the groom who knew far too much about my life apparently—wasn’t quite done with me yet.
“So, is there anyone on the scene?”
I shook my head, hating this, every damn second of it. I felt like I wanted to scream. Why the hell did everyone care what was going on with my life anyway? Why did it matter to them if I hadn’t met the mythical ‘Mr. Right’ yet? Wasn’t that my problem only? Why did I have to answer these questions just because I was the bridesmaid? Why couldn’t people just be interested in the happy couple? That was what we were here for after all.
“What happened to Chris? Everyone thought you two were going to last the distance.”
Urgh, Chris. I wanted to roll my eyes at the mere thought of Chris, he wasn’t a pleasant memory at all. I only kept him around because I didn’t hate him quite as much as I did all the others. He still filled me with an empty hollowness, but he was so dull that I barely noticed him around most of the time. Why anyone would think I actually had any chemistry with him was beyond me.
“Chris is gone,” I replied angrily. “They all are. I’m very much single and that’s how I would like to stay, thank you very much.”
She tutted at me and shook her head as if I was disappointment. “Shame…it’s a real shame.”
I really wanted to ask her what was so shameful about deciding not to settle in this day and age but I just couldn’t be bothered. What was the point in arguing with yet another person who was so set in their ways that they couldn’t see anything rational?
Damn wedding, why did I agree to be a part of it?
Luckily, at that moment before I could really lose my shit Jessie made the announcement that it was time to eat. Much as I wasn’t looking forward to all the sappy nonsense speeches, I was starving and I needed something to soak up this booze before it made me do something crazy. I was already at the end of my tether.
I moved up the table until I was sitting near to the nauseatingly happy couple and I honestly did try to soak some of it up. At least they didn’t care whether or not I was with anyone because they were so happy themselves.
But honestly, it was too sickening for words.
“Are you having a good time? Isn’t this fun?” Jessie cooed at me without even facing me. She stroked her husband’s cheek and made serious ‘come to bed eyes’ at him. It was almost as if they didn’t care that there was anyone else in the room.
Jessie used to be my wild, feminist, hippy like sister. She used to laugh at the idea of marriage as if it was utterly ridiculous. A way to trap women, was the comment she always made. I was the more buttoned up out of the two of us, the one with traditional dreams, yet here I was alone and unsatisfied with life while she had it all.
Jamie had changed her, she went from wild and crazy, to domesticated and very happy. It wouldn’t be long until she had a baby in her belly, if she didn’t already. It was insane.
Again I found myself wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Why hadn’t any of my relationships ever lasted the distance? Why didn’t I find any guy sexy and exciting enough to keep around? Half the time I just forgot that I was dating someone, and then it just fizzled out. It was pathetic really.
“Yeah, great,” I muttered pitifully. I certainly didn’t want my bitterness to ruin my sister’s big day, but there was a part of me that just couldn’t help it.
At least I had my career, that was the one area in life that I’d always been successful in. I’d worked hard, climbed the ladder, and now at twenty-six years of age I had finally gotten myself to the position of magazine editor and I was over the moon about it. Okay, so it was one of the much
smaller music magazines, but it combined all of my passions in the best way possible.
I loved it, but maybe it wasn’t enough anymore.
Or maybe that was just wedding fever speaking, I wasn’t sure anymore.
As I glanced around the room I noticed that I seemed to be the only one not swept up in joy. There were smiles and laughter coming from every angle, which only served to highlight my misery even more.
And this was only the rehearsal dinner, how the hell was I going to get through the wedding tomorrow? This was a nightmare.
All of a sudden a bolt of hot lava burst through my neck and down to my spine, alerting me to the fact that someone was looking at me. I flicked my eyes quickly trying to locate the stare, I needed to know who had spotted me and what they were staring at me for.
No one, nothing…
It was weird, I couldn’t seem to find who I was looking for at all, but I didn’t stop looking.
And then I saw her. A girl with long red flowing hair spilling down her back. She had bright green eyes and a smile that seemed to light up the entire room. In her tight black dress she looked good, much better than me in my pseudo bridesmaid dress which I suddenly felt very self-conscious in. With my dark hair knotted back and all my pale face exposed, I felt strange but in a good way. It was almost as if me and this stranger had some sort of connection, like we felt the same about this messy debacle.
She had to be someone on Jamie’s side of the guests because she definitely wasn’t someone that I knew…but I wanted to now. She looked fun.
As she lifted a hand to me and she half waved I felt a sense of warm happiness overcome me. Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a terrible day after all. If I could make a friend out of it then that was something. If I had someone normal to talk to then maybe everyone could stop asking me where my non-existent boyfriend was. I didn’t have any friends here, me and my sister didn’t exactly roll in the same circles, so this would be awesome.
I waved back, and planned to find her as soon as this meal was over. As long as I didn’t throw up over everyone first at the sight of my sister and her husband-to-be sucking face like they really needed to get a room.
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