Entering the hotel lobby, her heels clicked across the marble floor. Her blonde hair channelled old Hollywood, falling in front of her piercing green eyes, while her dress hugged every curve. The casual observer would have mistaken her for a somebody with the way she held herself.
She pulled her phone out of her bag. Opening social media, she flicked him a casual direct message. “I’m here.”
She caught her reflection in the lobby’s mirror near the elevator bay. Admiring her make-up, she quickly adjusted her dress. Why had she decided to wear this?
The elevator door dinged, and, through the mirror, she watched him step out. He was devilishly handsome in a sharp black suit.
She slowly turned around, coming face to face with him physically for the first time. His dark eyes locked onto hers and his lip twitched into a smile. With two quick strides he was directly in front of her, his hands on her waist as he pulled in for a hug.
Her eyes closed as she took in his scent, feeling the strength in his arms as he held her.
He released her from his embrace, standing back to admire her.
“You look absolutely beautiful,” he said, breaking into a broad smile.
“Thanks.”
She ducked her head, suddenly overcome by shyness. She felt her cheeks burning and she knew she was blushing.
He reached for her hand, his fingers interlocking with hers. She caught his eye and he gave her a reassuring smile.
“Shall we?”
She nodded, allowing him to lead her out of the lobby and into the cool evening air.
Arriving at the restaurant, they were seated immediately, the host greeting her by name. “This is one of my favourite places,” she told him.
She sat opposite him in a booth in the back, the low lighting creating a perfect first date ambiance.
She glanced around at the other patrons. They had received a few looks when they entered. Looks that she interpreted as ‘Why is he with her?’ She immediately sunk a little lower in her seat, hoping he hadn’t paid too much attention to her protruding mid-section.
From across the table, he caught her gaze. His heart raced as he drank in her appearance. From her golden locks, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, to her bright smile that reminded him of pearls glistening in the sun, she was driving him wild. All he wanted was for her to be… ‘HIS.’
He felt his cock stir against his pants as he wondered if she would allow him to take her. The thought of undressing her, her naked skin against his was turning him on.
He watched her lips as she idly chatted about the menu, offering up recommendations of her favourite dishes. Her voice was calming, soft and seductive. She had this ability to make him feel like he was the only man in the room. He wanted to suck on her bottom lip, nipping it gently, as he passionately kissed her. He wanted her more than he had wanted someone else.
The waitress returned, taking their order.
“I’m surprised you haven’t left already.”
His eyes darkened. “Why would I do that?” he asked.
He watched her shift uncomfortably. “Most men do.”
Reaching across the table, he took her hand. “I’m not most men.” His thumb lovingly stroked her hand. He watched her eyes as she stared at him. Framed by long black lashes, he saw them mist over.
“Babygirl…” His voice trailed off.
Getting to his feet, he walked around the table and slid in next to her. He placed his arm around her. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, brushing her hair away from her face.
Her lip trembled and instinctively she bit it. He let out a low growl. He wanted to kiss her. Actually, he wanted to clear the table of any dishes and take her right then and there, but he knew he had to play the long game. She wasn’t like other women he had met. She was special. And he wanted her to know that.
She turned away from him, her cheeks tinged with pink. Now was the time. He placed a hand under her chin, tilting her head until she was looking him in the eye.
“Here you go. Enjoy!”
Dammit. He thanked the waitress as she placed their food in front of them.
He stood up to move back to his seat across from her, but she grabbed his hand. “You can stay on this side,” she told him, her tongue flicking out, wetting her lips.
He sat back down and began moving the dishes around so that he could stay beside her.
She felt more relaxed with him beside her. They laughed and joked during dinner. She even offered up some of her dish to him, watching in delight as her fork passed by his lips.
As the night progressed, she found herself relaxing. Their conversation flowed naturally as they got to know each other. She found herself drawn to him, intrigued by him. Whenever he spoke, she would find herself getting lost in his dark eyes, a striking contrast to her own vibrant green ones.
Walking back to the hotel, he took her hand, giving it a friendly squeeze. She glanced down at it. No man had held her hand in public before. It was a nice feeling, albeit unfamiliar to her.
He led her towards the elevator bay, his eyes trained on her. When the metallic doors slid open, he stepped aside allowing her to enter first. Not only because it was polite and he was a gentleman, but because he wanted a lingering look at her voluptuous body.
Inside the elevator, he pushed the button for the 34th floor. The energy between them had changed. He wanted more with her. Just leaning back against the wall, he watched her, seeing what lingered within her.
He was aching to be with her. To devour her in a way she would always remember. Surely an elevator ride shouldn’t take this long.
The anticipation was unbearable. He craved her touch. He craved to taste her. To fulfill her desires.
He took two steps towards her. Firmly, yet playfully, he placed his hand on her throat, pushing her up against the wall. Her eyes widened. He could sense her fear. He leaned in, brushing his lips over hers before biting her bottom lip. He watched her eyes as the fear gave way to lust.
Tilting her head backwards, his tongue traced her jaw line and up to her ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered.
She shivered as her body reacted. She felt a familiar tingle in her lower abdomen.
The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. He gave her the most flirtatious smile as he took her hand, leading her down the hallway.
One by one the hotel doors passed them by until he came to the end of the corridor.
He opened the door and allowed her to step past him.
Her jaw dropped as she entered the corner suite. The view of the coastline was breathtaking from this height.
“Drink?”
“Hmm?”
She turned around. He had removed his suit jacket and was holding a glass. “Would you like a drink, Babygirl?”
“Oh, no thank you,” she politely declined. “The view is spectacular.”
“If you think this is good, you should see it from the bedroom.”
She paused, her heart pounding so loud she was afraid he would hear it. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips.
“May I see it?”
He smiled, nodding and gesturing with his hand to the closed door beside her.
She pushed it open and gasped. He wasn’t wrong. The view was spectacular. And so was the size of the four-poster king bed.
His arm wrapped around her, pulling her into him. Her eyes widened when she felt his hardness press against her. He moved her hair away from her neck, his fingers lightly dancing over her delicate flesh only to be replaced by his lips.
Her eyes closed as she sank into him. He felt her body relax. Her lips parted as she let out soft moans of pleasure.
His fingers found their way to the back zip of her dress. He undid it, smiling in satisfaction as it fell, crumpling at her feet.
Turning her around to face him, he lowered his lips to hers. He had waited a long time to know what it was like to kiss her passionately. He didn’t want to wait a minute longer.
His fingers unclasped her bra, discarding it to the floor, as he pulled her in closer, her bare breasts pressed against his chest.
They parted and she stared up at him. The look of want and desire emanating from her eyes was enough for him to give her a gentle push towards the bed.
She fell backwards, her hair bouncing as she landed.
He cupped her chin, tilting her head to look up at him.
“Who do you belong to, Babygirl?”
She bit her lip.
“You, sir.”
"Good girl." He smiled and laid her down, his body pressing down on top of hers. His tongue slipped between her lips as he kissed her again.
Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them above her head. She hadn’t noticed the two sets of handcuffs attached to the top edge of the bed. Carefully, he secured her wrists.
She broke the kiss, giving a quick pull at her restraints. She let out an audible whimper.
“What are you going to do to me?”
He stopped. Her chest raised with each breath. He touched her cheek, stroking her soft skin. “It’s playtime, Babygirl.”
He leaned down, allowing the tip of his tongue to glide over her top lip, before kissing her passionately. As he broke the kiss, she gasped, instinctively pulling on her restraints.
Chuckling to himself, he began slowly dusting kisses along her body. Her neck, collarbone, between her breasts. He took her breasts in his hands, tweaking her nipples between his forefinger and thumb. He placed his mouth over one, his tongue working its magic. Her soft gasps and moans were like music to his ears. His eyes dart upwards to gauge her reaction. Her eyes are closed, mouth parted as she pants.
His hand slowly moved towards her inner thighs. He can feel the heat radiating from her. With ease, he slipped two fingers inside her. Her back arched as she inhaled, her tight, wet pussy gripping his digits.
His thumb rubbed her clitoris as he worked his fingers in and out of her. Her slickness coated him. He was watching her reactions, getting a sense for how close she was.
He pulled his fingers away. He watched her eyes open. “Taste yourself, Babygirl,” he said, sliding his fingers into her mouth. Eagerly she sucked him clean, her eyes locked on his. He groaned, his cock straining hard against his pants. He would love to replace his fingers with his quivering member.
But this wasn’t about him. This was about her.
He repositioned himself, kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed. He grabbed her hips, pulling her downwards on the bed. She let out a cry as her wrists pulled on the handcuffs, stretching her arms until she was unable to move.
His thumbs hooked into the waistband of her black lace panties, sliding them down her milky white thighs. He could see her excitement trickling from her. The scent of her arousal mixed with her perfume was intoxicating.
He rocked on his heels, kissing her stomach, her hips, her inner thighs, playfully biting her skin. Her anticipation building through the perfect combination of pleasure and pain.
Her hips rock as she silently begged him to taste her. She felt his warm breath on her opening. She wiggled, her wrists tugging at the handcuffs. The sounds of the chains pulling against the metal frame of the bed excited her.
“What do you want, Babygirl?” he teased, leaning over her body.
He saw her blush as she begged him to make her cum. His eyes darkened. He reached down, pinching her nipple. “What do you say?”
Realising her mistake, she took a deep breath. “Please, sir,” she stammered. “I want to cum.”
Dropping back to his knees, he slid his fingers back inside her. Her eyes rolled back as his tongue teased her clitoris, lapping at the juices escaping from her.
Between his tongue stroking her clit and his fingers plundering her deeply, massaging her g-spot, she felt an intense orgasm building within her. Her body begins to shake, her thighs twitching, as he intensifies his touch. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth while curling the tips of his fingers upwards until he reached that point that sent shockwaves through her body.
Arching her back, she let out a cry as she exploded. He held her firmly in place, not letting up on handling her body. He could feel her body spasm and twitch as she came down from her first orgasm for the night.
Getting to his feet, he stripped off. Rolling a condom on, he entered her swollen flesh, feeling her grip his erection. His body pressed down onto her as he released her from her restraints.
Feeling her arms wrap around his neck, he kissed her intensely, as he began thrusting hard and deep inside her. Her purrs of ecstasy in his threatened to send him over the edge.
He slowed his pace, changing the rhythm of their love making.
He stared down at her. Her blonde hair was matted from sweat, her lipstick smeared from his kisses.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his tongue dipping into her ear.
Her response was a guttural moan of pleasure as he felt her body tighten. Had she just cum again? Yes, she had. He could feel her excitement coating his shaft as he slid in and out of her.
Her nails raked down his back as her legs locked around his hips.
Understanding her unspoken urgency, he quickened his tempo, grinding deeply into her as she met him thrust for thrust.
Sweat dripped from his brow. A familiar tingle began in his stomach. He was close.
Pulling her closer into him, he thrust deeply, letting out a moan of pleasure as he exploded deep inside her. It took him a minute to realise she had achieved her third climax with him.
Her legs dropped away as she allowed him to pull away. She whimpered as he exited her, sad at the loss of closeness.
He laid beside her, pulling her into him so her head was resting on his chest. The stench of sex lingered in the air.
He kissed the top of her head, his hand running over her arm, feeling the curves of her body.
She felt her eyes close as he stroked her skin. “Thank you, sir,” she said, tilting her head to look up at him.
He ran his hand through her hair, watching the golden strands fall through his fingertips.
“I’m just getting warmed up, Babygirl.”
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