1
A jet black bodysuit clings to your curves as you drop like a shadow from an ornate hotel balcony to the one directly below. The low roar of late night traffic muffles your landing and you peer through a sliding glass door at a man sleeping soundly under thick covers.
You pull a long, black tool from a pocket sewn under your forearm and gently slide it into the keyhole. Deftly you maneuver the mechanism back and forth with just enough torque to align the tumblers and pop the lock with a satisfying click. Your black-gloved hand cracks the door and your tight frame slips inside as you silently slide the handle shut behind you.
Inside you hear the man's deep, rhythmic breath and smell his warm, musky scent. A soft, yellow glow from the bathroom spills into the main room. You glimpse yourself in the mirrored headboard and smile slyly at the black mask that frames your green eyes and the hood that holds back your long, dirty-blonde hair.
Scanning the room you spy a dark suitcase next to an armoire in the far corner. Crossing one padded foot in front of the other, you hug the wall as you creep around the suite eyeing a broad shoulder slowly rising and falling in time.
2
Up close you notice an intricate inlay carved into the large wardrobe. You slide a slender finger along the hard, wooden surface tracing the chiseled grooves down to a wrought-iron handle. The heavy metal ring feels smooth and you slowly pull it towards you.
Suddenly, a "creeeeeaaaaak!" reverberates through the room. You suck in your breath and stand motionless in front of the wide-open door. Your dark silhouette creates a hole in the room as your heart beats rapidly and your breasts push against the tight, black fabric. Looking over your shoulder you strain to listen, but sigh as the man rolls over in the king-sized bed and begins to snore lightly.
Turning back, you see three bespoke shirts hanging neatly next to a dark suit jacket and two pairs of dark pants. You pull the glove from one hand and feel the soft, cotton fabric of the closest shirt. Sliding your hand up, you touch the taut ribs that structure the thick collar. Sliding your hand down the light-colored sleeve you fondle a double cuff that hangs waiting to be linked together.
At the chest you find the single, off-white button that clasps the shirt around a wooden hanger. You adeptly finger the small circle. It slides through its hole and the shirt slips silently into your eager hands. Replacing your glove you make skilled folds to compact the fabric into a tight package.
3
Without warning muscular arms grab you forcefully from behind and a hand muffles the shriek that tries to escape from your lips. You wiggle your hips and arch back but the man holds you firmly against his broad chest.
"And what the fuck are you doing in my room?!" He whispers calmly into your ear. The low volume sounds more ominous than a yell. He pulls back your hood, grabs your hair, and pulls your head back slowly to expose your jawline and slender neck.
His warmth and masculine scent engulf you. The bristle of his cheek gently scratches your ear as he stares down at your cleavage.
"My favorite shirt?!" He exclaims noticing the white fabric lying faceup on a plush rug between your shapely black legs.
"Pick it up!" He commands dropping his arms to hold your hips tightly and forcing you to bend at the waist. You reach down and return with the garment clutched between gloved hands.
"You were trying to steal from me?!" He asks wrapping an arm tightly across your chest.
"Mm hmm," you manage.
"Were you trying to steal from me?" He asks again as his hand slides up to gently squeeze your throat.
You suck in a panicked breath and tilt your head to relieve the pressure. "Yes . . ."
Feeling your blood pulse in your neck he continues, "Well, now I'm going to steal something from you." Placing a hand on each shoulder he spins you around so that you stare into his dark blue eyes. His short black hair matches your clothes but you now see that he isn't wearing anything. Your eyes walk down his athletic frame and back up to his handsome face. Subconsciously you bite the corner of your lower lip.
4
He wraps the shirt tightly around your wrists, closes the armoire door, and secures the sleeves to the metal rings. He then stands behind you and presses you into the hard wood. The etched surface pushes back against your cheek, and the faint smell of lacquer tickles your nose. You struggle enough to appear convincing but make no progress towards escape.
"Now, where should we begin?" He asks rhetorically, grabbing your ass and hips and slowly following the curves up your waist, along your side, and across your chest to fill his hands with your large breasts.
"No bra?" He asks massaging your tits through the thin fabric. You shake your head enjoying his touch.
"What are you wearing under this?" He asks pressing his hips into your ass.
"Nothing," you reply.
"Don't lie to me!" He says pinching your erect nipples hard.
"Uh!" A jolt of pain and pleasure travels down your body. "I'm not ly . . . Aaah!" You try to answer as he pinches again.
"We'll see," he says sliding his hands down to your outer thighs as he kneels behind you. He grabs your ankles and spreads your legs just wider than your shoulders. He then slowly runs his hands up your calves to your knees and along your inner thighs to rest against your pussy. The fabric feels slightly wet at his touch, and he rubs a gentle circle around your clit.
A spike of pleasure radiates upwards, and a voiced sigh leaves your pink lips.
5
Suddenly, he grabs the fabric covering your crotch and rips the seam to free your sex. He pulls hard and tears a hole that exposes your ass and stops just above your waist. You feel a slight breeze flow across your skin.
His hand reaches inside to playfully rub your butt, your thighs, and the small of your back. He then stands abruptly and grabs your hips to pull you into him.
You feel his cock find your outer lips and rub gently back and forth to tease your clit. You brace against the wardrobe, arch your back, and lift your ass invitingly as he pushes his way inside of you. The warm filling shock of penetration washes over you and a gasp of pleasure escapes from your mouth. He rotates his hips to touch everything inside and then slowly pulls out. You close your eyes in anticipation of his next thrust.
6
"No! Not yet," he says releasing his grip. Wet and horny you pull at your cotton bindings and crane your neck from side to side over each shoulder but see nothing.
Seconds later a zipper slowly slides along its route and returns to its start. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest. Ten seconds pass as you listen to rustling somewhere behind you. And then . . .
"Smaaaack!" You hear the sound a split second before a sharp pain roars upward from your left ass cheek. You cringe and grab the metal rings as you shriek: "Ouch, fucker!"
"Smaaaack!" The sting streams from your right cheek. You suck in a quick breath and clench your ass as the blood reddens your skin.
Before you can react again, a third "smaaaack!" shakes your frame. "Oww!" You exclaim as sweat begins to glisten on your neck and your knees wobble.
Out of the corner of your eye you see your naked assailant set a black belt down on the disheveled bed. He returns and places a hand on your quivering shoulder.
"You knew there would be punishment," he says, "And we're just getting started."
7
He slowly pulls your bodysuit off of your shoulders to expose your large breasts. It catches where your arms are held fast to the wardrobe, and he returns to the hole below to rip the black fabric from ass to shoulder blade with one hard pull.
