The Hotel Room

I know it's warm in this hotel room, but I can't stop shivering. Not knowing when you're going to show up is making me feel skittish. Antsy.

Switching the TV off, I slip on my cardigan and swing my legs off the bed. I can't concentrate. I couldn't even tell you what I've been watching for the last 30 minutes. Surely you'll be here soon.

I wander over to the window and look out onto the city. I'm not a fan of heights and usually being on the 21st floor would have me firmly staying in the centre of the room. But this jittery feeling is stronger than my fear, and the closer I edge to the window, the better I seem to feel. Soon I'm stood just inches away, looking down on the streets below. How odd, I wonder. I don't feel scared at all. I almost feel in control being up here, higher than the rest of the world.

I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't even hear you come in. In fact, when I hear your voice ordering me not to turn around, it makes me jump and try and grasp the window in order to stop my natural reaction of swivelling round. It's not even been a minute and I've already nearly disobeyed you.

My heart is in my throat, as I hear you walking up behind me. I wish I hadn't put this cardigan on. My skin suddenly feels on fire, the extra layer of clothing only adding to my discomfort.

And now I can feel you behind me. Your nose nuzzles into my neck and I finally relax. I let myself breathe out and you can feel my shuddering sigh reverberate against your mouth.

"Hey you. How was your day?" you whisper into my ear. I can hear the smile in your voice. I desperately want to turn around. Sliding my cardigan off, you graze your teeth along my shoulder. It's like you're hungry and it only makes me breathe harder. Your arms reach round me and untie the knot of my wrap dress, letting it drop to the floor at our feet.

Your hands snake behind me again, grabbing my ass and squeezing it hard. I let out a moan and involuntarily my arm reaches behind my head and finds its way to the back of your neck. As you commanded, I've not cum in days and I am now desperately horny. I pull you closer into me and feel you growing harder against my ass.

"I asked you a question," you remind me gently. But I can't remember anything. My mind has gone blank. I stutter trying to find the right thing to say while your hands graze my hips, one of them making it's way up, fingers splayed against my stomach.

"Do you want me to punish you for not paying attention?" you tease me. I don't know how to answer that question either. I bite down hard on my lip hoping it will help me concentrate. You laugh, your hand snaking down, cupping my pussy over my underwear. "I asked you if you had a good day," you remind me.

My clit is throbbing and I can feel the first trickle of my juices leak from my pussy, through my underwear. I'm sure you can feel them too, because you press yourself firmly against my ass.

"It was ok," I manage. "I missed you."

You give my pussy an affectionate squeeze, making me whimper and rock my hips back into you. You make me so needy, so shameless. I start to fuck myself into your hand. For a while you let me enjoying my desperation for your touch, loving the feeling of wetness growing through the satin as I try fruitlessly to get off on your hand. I moan out loud, oh my god it feels so good.

But then I fuck up.

As you finally move my underwear to the side, it catches my clit making me almost buckle over. And I turn to you, needing you. Wanting to see your face, to explore your mouth with my tongue, wanting all of you.

"I told you not to turn around," you darken. Fuck.

Grabbing my wrist, you lead me to the bed and, not gently, remove my bra and sopping underwear. You lie me down, pinning my arms above me and tying them to the frame - a set up already in place from a week spent fucking in this hotel. With my legs you do the same and soon I am starfished out and helpless. You can do what you want to me and the thought simultaneously makes me nervous and beyond excited.

"So now you need to be punished," you tell me in a low, matter of fact voice. Grabbing my underwear off the side, you trail it up my body. I can feel my own wetness on them, touching my hot skin. It leaves a trail, giving me goosebumps and you lean down to bite my hardened nipples making me yelp. But my cry is immediately stifled as you force my underwear into my mouth. All I can taste is the fabric combined with my juices.

I watch you as you undress, my pussy clenching and hips rising off the mattess as your cock springs free. I want you so much. It's almost primal. But you know that. You know that I can't help myself.

You straddle me, your cock inches from my face. I can see the precum glistening on it and I start to salivate, drool trickling out the corner of my mouth and running down my cheek. Almost lazily, you start to stroke yourself, the head of your cock whispering against my face as you do so. It's almost too much. I want your cum.

You leave me writhing on the bed to collect a few of your favourite things. It's not long before I feel the cold clamps against my nipples, the vibe between my legs. I can hear you chuckle to yourself as you sit down on the armchair next to the bed, tapping away at your phone. Suddenly the inside of my pussy starts to tremble and I cry out "Oh fuck," the sound muffled by my gag. But as soon as it starts, it stops. I don't understand what's going on.

Leaning forward, you remove the underwear from my mouth and I gulp the air in.

"So, here's what's happening," you explain, gently stroking my hair off my face. I took a photo of you, like this - naked, spread, desperate - and posted it. Every time someone comments, I private message them the link to control your vibe for a while.

"But you know the rules - you're only allowed to cum when I let you and this applies here too. You cannot let any of these men make you cum. Only I get that pleasure."

As you finish your speech, the smooth silicone egg inside me starts to hum and vibrate, dancing off my g-spot. I inhale sharply and claw frantically at the sheets while it silently works deep inside me. I focus on a spot on the ceiling, trying to regulate my breathing and keep my body calm. But it's relentless.

"I need you to look at me," you say.

I turn my head. I'm so fucking ashamed of how close I am to cumming right now. Of how little self control I have. You know that seeing your cock, watching you stroke it, will just add to my exquisite misery.

The pattern drumming inside me changes; moves up a notch and I cry out. With that, you stand up and move closer to the bed, your cock now dripping with pre cum and perilously close to my lips. But not close enough.

"Please," I beg you. "I need to cum. I can't hold on. Please let me."

My hips move violently off the bed and this shift causes the antenna to slide lightly across my swollen clit. "Fuckkkk," I start to scream, but my cries are muffled as your cock finds it way into my mouth.

And I am momentarily distracted from the torture as my lips find my way around you. You taste incredible. I furiously start to suck and gulp you in, suddenly starving for you. One of your hands makes its way to the back of my head, weaving your fingers through my hair as your cock disappears further between my lips. Your other hand is firmly on your phone recording this moment. Filming my wantonness; my greed for your cock; capturing me desperately slurping at you while my body is tied down and at your mercy.

I can feel you start to twitch and strain against my mouth and it makes me moan out loud. Your grip on the back of my head tightens and you start to fuck my throat.

It's too much. The metal clamping down on my nipples, the buzzing inside me, my mouth full of you. I'm going to explode.

As if you can read my mind, you pull out and I feel the first spurt of your thick, hot cum land on my cheek....then more and more, rope after rope covering my face, my chest, even in my hair. My pussy contracts, my entire body tenses and I yank at the ties that bind me as I start to cum, screaming at the release. Wave after wave of orgasm ripples through me as your warm cum drips down my face.

I lie there spent, trying to catch my breath as you reach down and remove the toy from me, still quietly vibrating.

"I told you not to cum," you say, unclamping my nipples then releasing my arms and legs from their ties and almost gently rubbing them.

"I'm sorry," I gasp. "I couldn't help it."

You stand me up, your arm steadying me. I'm a mess. I resist the urge to trail fingertips in your cum, to rub it over my sore nipples. To bring my fingers to my mouth so I can taste you. Fuck, how hard did I cum? I can feel the wetness trickling down my legs.

"You need to learn how to," you answer sharply, breaking me out of my reverie.

"Get over to the window now. Let everyone see what you are."