She loves him, even though she knows she shouldn’t. “You can’t really reason with the heart” she tells herself. He knows this to be true as well.
Today she got home from a day driving almost the entire day, book-ending a long weekend trip, to find a FedEx package on her doorstep.
“FEDEX GROUND PRIORITY OVERNIGHT”, the label read.
No name, but she knew who it was from based on the originating facility. He is never really all that smart when trying to be discrete. He is never trying to be discrete, in all honesty either.
Just a small envelope with four things in it.
- A round trip 2-day airline ticket
- Victoria’s Secret gift card
- A hotel flyer with an address circled
- And a small white card on it with one word in it:
“Like I needed a reminder”, she thought to herself. She then debates to herself for awhile even going at all. Logic sets in on the possibility of a future together, and she gets discouraged at the chances. Going will just make it harder, in the end, she thinks.
Then the phone rings. Immediately wet at the sound of his voice. She knows, deep down inside, she may never experience passion like this again in her life, ever, so as she hangs up, she says to herself “Fuck it. Live a little. If all I get in the end is the experience, it was worth it.”
She tries to play cool like she is unaffected but within 30 minutes headed to the mall buying the sexiest shit she can find. “Fuck, this store is sexy”. God damn right, babydoll. God damn right.
Five days to wait now. Fucking torture. Friday afternoon boarding time for the relatively short flight. After landing, a Limo service’s black Lincoln Towncar finds it’s way “The W” in 25 minutes flat. During the ride, she gets a text message. “Room 2925”.
She is now nervous as fuck. The Dominant man she calls Daddy in her endless conversations is about to become very real in a very very real way. Nonetheless, the brave little soul finds her way to the room 29 floors up without ever breaking a stride. The elevator ride felt like a split second. She knows that she is no weak woman. No. Not even close. Put on your big girl panties and drop the butterflies.
Standing in the hallway, she finds the room and stands outside it afraid to knock. “Why?”, she asks herself. She has come this far. Be that as it may, she is frozen solid and can’t move.
The door opens anyways and stays open. “Well there goes that”, she thinks. Raised with manners, now she can’t be rude. A small, subtle little kick in the ass is all she needed and now she finds herself in
She is expecting to see the man that was watching her through the peephole standing there debating herself from 60 seconds earlier in the hotel hallway. But nothing. Nobody. All she sees is another envelope. On the floor, she opens it and it reads…
“Seriously, WTF?” But this one has an arrow pointing to the restroom door. Ok, I’ll play along. She figures out he wants the lingerie on. The only thing that makes sense. She walks into the bathroom and drops her bag on the counter and proceeds to make herself prettier. He knows it’s not possible. She already looks like artwork only good enough for The Louvre. She might as well be in sweatpants. She’s a fucking goddess.
But this beauty? This is another level.
Stockings. Garter. Matching bra and panties. Her breasts nearly bursting out. Red heels go on and her sleek black hair brushed one more time. She looks stunning and she knows it, no matter how humble she tries to be internally.
20 feet away is a man about to have his earth shattered from the sight of her and she knows it too. He knows something else. Something completely different. His plans for the night. His dirty dark plans.
She reaches for the door and hears him say one word that wiped her the fuck out.
Shit, she almost forgot she was not alone. Holed up in a gorgeous fucking bathroom in scarlet lingerie the deep voice across the suite made her wet within a one-Mississippi.
She opens the door to a dim lit beautiful suite and Everybody Knows from Leonard Cohen plays across the room. Something dark about this song yet sexy yet scary yet still sexual.
Still not seeing his silhouette, she walks around the corner to see a man sitting on the patio with the door open staring at her in lecherous, with a cigar, nursing his 18-year single-malt Glenlivet.
“…and, you look like an angel, Kitten.”
“And one more thing, Kitten.”
“Close your eyes.”
“Yes, okay Daddy.”
She hears him approaching. He takes his tie off. Covers her eyes with it. It’s of course, Red.
He smells her hair and kisses her neck and runs his hands gently down her back to her ass and up her sides to her breasts.
“He is being gentle”, she thinks.
Yanks hard on her beautiful hair and kisses her with a raw passion to save a life. Hands everywhere with intensity. Pushing her up against the wall she has no vision and loves every second of the lack of sight.
Both hands pushed above her head as she hits the wall and feels them bound by another tie. “WTF? Ah, fuck it” she thinks. “What’s the use fighting now.”
He pulls her onto the bed on her back and pulls her red panties aside to devour her. Bound and blinded and under the tongue of a man with a skill she is sent immediately into the stratosphere.
Sucking her clit two fingers find their way to her G spot and he spends enough time edging her inner and clitoral orgasms to make sure they hit simultaneously and she is in a world of “holy shit”.
“You like that, Kitten?”
Incoherently she mumbles “Oh fuck, Daddy.”
Hearing “Daddy” just makes him that much more on board with turning her inside out. “Fuck yes,” he thinks, “I have her right where I want her.”
The tie comes off her eyes and she sees a man’s face in full for the very first time tonight with eyes so intense she wonders if he is angry. Yes, Kitten, he is.
His left hand now like a noose around her little neck and a right hand reaching her G spot like it’s an instrument he plays well.
Squirming. Kicking. Bucking. Writhing.
She tastes herself on his hand and is met with a hard slap across the face and another and another as he drives his cock deep into her with force.
Choking and thumbing her clit he relentlessly pounds away as she hits another orgasm and another.
As she shakes and convulses he nestles the head of his cock under her virgin ass and she realizes what he is doing.
He waits for the nonverbal sign of affirmation but instead is met with the alpha sub verbal confirmation in the form of an angry “Fuck my ass, Daddy. Fuck it!”
She has no idea what she is asking for, he knows. Slow and steady wins the race, so he unbinds her hands, holds one, as he spits and spits and applies pressure.
Slow. Push through. Hold.
This is when her eyes light up and his hand gets squeezed.
Hold firm. No movement. Wait.
Push in and keep pushing. Hold as she adjusts.
Now it’s time to start…
Harder and harder before he knows it she is asking for harder and three fingers find their way in her pussy and she is fucking losing her mind as her ass is hammered and G spot on full tilt.
She cums again, as does he, together, and the Red bedding is where their eyes meet and never stop until they wake up.
Bliss. Absolute bliss.