She woke up and groggily peeked at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
"Oh, shit," she exclaimed realizing check out time was in a half an hour.
She rolled over only to find the other side of the bed empty. She got out of bed and padded out to the sitting room where she found him smoking and watching a national news channel on the television.
"Morning again," she said as she leaned down and kissed him before sitting beside him on the sofa. "Why did you let me sleep so long? We have to leave soon."
"You just looked so content I couldn't bring myself to wake you," he said as he put his hand on her knee.
"You're a mess," he said with a giggle as he looked down at her crotch.
The maple syrup from earlier had adhered to her and was now a crusty mess.
"Yeah, thanks to you," she said teasingly as she elbowed him playfully and put a throw pillow over her lap to cover up.
"So, when is your deadline again?" he asked.
"Five more days, but I don't need them this time. My story is almost complete, just a little more tweaking to do. Why?" she said with curiosity.
"Well, it looks like a big storm will be hitting my town tomorrow...and I can't work in the rain...so I thought..."
"That we can stay another day?" she interrupted, her eyes grew huge and started to sparkle.
"That's what I was thinking. But it is really going to cost you. Are you in?" he said knowing he didn't really need to ask. She was always up for anything.
"Well, duh?" she mocked as she elbowed him again. Her excitement could not be concealed even if she tried.
"Then go get cleaned up and put on the clothes I have set out for you on the sink. I got them out of your bag while you were napping." He playfully ordered, for now.
She jumped up off the sofa and almost skipped to the bathroom. It was probably the quickest shower of her life. She hurried getting dressed and did her hair and make up in record time.
She took one last check in the mirror and a deep breath to calm down before sauntering out slow and sexy, eager to take whatever punishment awaited her.
"Lay down on the table on your back," he said gesturing to the coffee table in the sitting room area of his suite.
He intently watched as her long leg stretched across the table as she straddled the table before lying down in full compliance. She was excited, yet nervous not knowing what she was getting herself into, but she was sure that she was going to end up enjoying it.
She felt his big strong hands under her arms as he pulled her towards him and her neck rested on the edge of the table, her head tilted back over the edge, her long brown hair hitting the floor. Her arms were placed over the edges of the table, bent at the elbows so that her wrists were under the table and behind her back, a small length of chain connecting the wrist cuffs together. Her legs bent at the knee and on either side of the table, ankles tied to the table legs, spreading her wide open with all her most tender flesh completely exposed.
The image of her bound like this was sure to be burned in his memory forever. He had thought about this fantasy for a long time, sometimes he even went to sleep thinking about this moment. Her nipples were poking out of her peek-a-boo bra, the stainless embedded in them glistened in the afternoon sunlight that shined in through the window, her tanned stomach accentuated by the black garter belt that was hooked on to the black stockings that hugged her thighs like they were a part of her, running down her legs to her sexy "fuck me" high heels that strapped around her ankles, arched her feet to the point of pain and looked so hot he felt his dick twitch at seeing them on her. Her soft, shaved gash was spread open so wide and so inviting. The metal down there punctuating the pinkness of the pussy that was all his to do with what he pleased when he pleased.
He stood above her at her head, bent over her and reached down between her legs. Feeling how wet she already was made his cock swell.
"OooHHHHHHHH," she gasped and jerked as it felt like a current ran from her pussy to deep in her stomach as his strong hands touched her clit.
"Uuuuuummmmm," she groaned as he began rubbing her clit with firm pressure, grinding into her pubic bone. Her clit being thrust against her piercing made her very close to cumming already. As the pleasure built her head moved from side to side on the edge of the table, her hair swaying.
He reached across her with his other hand and sunk two fingers deep in her wet cunt.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH GGGGGAAAAADDDDD YYYYEESSS," she screamed out "OOOOHHH FUCK ME HARD BABY!"
He was fucking her so hard with his fingers her forehead slammed against his thigh every time he jabbed them in her. Watching her pant and try to writhe around made his cock rock hard.
He decided it best not to let her cum yet. He knew she was getting very, very close. He needed her hot, frustrated and begging for what was to come. He withdrew his fingers and took his other hand off her clit and slid both of them over her stomach to her full tits and cupped them in his rough hands and began to rub them.
"If you are good and do what you are told I will make you cum later so hard you will see God," he said noticing the disappointed look on her face.
"Oh, and if you beg well enough." He added as he noticed her expression changed a bit from disappointment to determination. That was just what he was hoping for.
It did feel good to have his hands playing with her tits, the metal in them sliding back and fourth under her nipples made them even harder and a sent a message to her pussy reminding her how bad that she needed to be fucked. Her clit start to tingle again as his hands moved from her tits to her neck and briefly grab her hard around the throat. There was something very sexy about him putting his hands around her throat that turned her on like nothing else. Maybe it was feeling his power, maybe it was feeling helpless. She didn't care or know but made her pussy wetter instantly.
He moved his hands from her neck across her face so lightly working his way to her long mane hanging off the edge of the coffee table. Strands of her hair draped across his hands slipping between his fingers. Her hair was so soft and long and felt like satin in his calloused, hard working hands as he stroked it. He grabbed a handful of hair at the base of her scalp and pulled hard, He jerked her head over to his face and looked into her eyes then kissed her deeply.
"Your are mine now, I have you just where I want you," he growled in her ear as he jerked her hair hard and got into the zone he needed to be in carry this out to the max.
Her heart fluttered and her clit felt like it jumped hearing him talk this way. She loved it when he was in charge 'in he bedroom' She couldn't explain it but she almost needed it as much as she needed air to survive.
He wrapped a bungee cord tight around her hair creating a ponytail and secured the hooks to the table legs making her head immobile and stretching her mouth and throat open.
He stripped to nakedness, just inches from her face, as she watched from her bound, upside down view. The sight of his strong biceps and chest, his big, hard cock and his great ass sent a wave of desire over her.
He bent down and grabbed something out of his bag and brought it to her chest.
"OOOOHHHH," she said as the clothespin bit down firmly on the soft, sensitive flesh of her right tit. The initial hurt was intense but it immediately faded as he kissed her upside down and she secretly hoped he was going to add more to increase the pain.
She didn't have to wait long. The clothespins came fast and hard. Each one taking a toll on her now tender breasts and making her beg for more at the same time. He placed each one next to the other creating a circle of them around each nipple. The looked like tittie daisies. She was pretty sure she was not right, needing this to get her off, but it felt so damn good and made her so turned on that she couldn't resist. Besides, she knew that by enduring the tortures that he inflicted, she was turning him on immensely. The outside world did not exist for her at this moment. The only thing that mattered was feeling good with him.
