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"That woman is crazy to say that. Who can get things they desire in a fucking hotel room?" I was ranting to myself.
They must have done something to me and brought me here to play their silly games.
Anyone in my place would think it's stupid, that it was some type of a trick to trap me. But there I was, walking towards the hotel room.
I unlocked the door and knocked on it thrice before it unbolted.
Was I in my right mind to stand there and wait for the worst thing possible? Yes. I must have been out of my mind at that moment.
I don't know what was leading me. But something was.
Something in me had dragged me in front of that room.
The door opened and I saw a man standing with a cheeky smile. It took me off guard, making my feet tremble back a step.
But he didn't seem to notice the tremor down my spine or in my wide eyes. He just pulled me in by my wrist and led me to the bed.
Everything was happening so fast. I could not wrap my mind around the situation.
'What the hell was he doing on his knees, in front of me?'
'Who the fuck was he?'
"I've been waiting for you. What took you so long?" he questioned.
I was quiet. I was just staring at him like I was dead in a coffin. My heart was pumping in my throat. I was definitely crazy.
"Should I bring you a glass of water, Mistress?"
"What—" Before I could say something to him regarding him calling me Mistress or getting me a glass of water, he got up, pouring water at the coffee table.
"I'm sorry I asked that silly question. I should've just brought you water." He smiled awkwardly.
'Is that what he was worried about?'
He handed me a glass of water. I drank it down, still deadbeat.
"I heard about your breakup."
'How did he know about the breakup?'
'Was it a real place?' There must be no other explanation for knowing that.
"I'm not trying to offend you. But he was a prick to deny your request. I would've jumped on such an opportunity."
He was cheeky.
I could see he was a brat, who liked getting on nerves and enjoyed reactions from his domme. If only he was a sub.
"Would you have?" I smirked, tilting my head. He was intriguing to me.
"Of course. I specialize in that area." His pupils shimmered at me. It seemed as if he was seducing me.
I chuckled awkwardly, staring at him, trying to understand what gets to someone like him—what would make him weak?
A touch?
A name?
A command?
Or an insult?
He portrayed himself to be confident, all strong-headed and sharp. But guys like him—they tend to be sensitive.
One touch and they are melting in your palm.
I looked him up and down before I placed the empty glass in his hands, and reached for the back of his neck.
I gently pulled his face close.
His body instantly turned rigid. Just as I had predicted.
With roughness, he'd get cockier. But with tenderness, his mind would go limp and he'd become the most obedient boy ever.
'Was I in my right mind to be thinking that when I was in a place like that?'
Nope.
He was darting his eyes into mine. Astonishment was very visible in his features. I could see he didn't expect me to do that.
"Your skin," I ran a finger above his pale cheek. His lips created a thin line, his hands clutched the glass tightly, and his jaw clenched as I added, "it's so tender."
He was trying so hard to keep looking at me, while his body was twitching.
Seeing how sensitive he was, I got an idea. I wanted to see more. I wanted to tease him more. He was thrilling me.
I lowered down to his ear and whispered in the most teasing tone, "Don't let it fall. Hold it real tight."
He whimpered ever so lightly, closing both his eyes. Meanwhile, I drove my finger down to his neck, pulling at the collar of his white shirt to sneak under it.
"You have a gorgeous body." I circled my fingers around his nipple from over his shirt, and he jittered, opening his eyes. "Th-Thank you, Mistress."
I smiled and gently nudged him back enough to unbutton his shirt.
He was holding onto the glass like his life depended on it, making me smile.
'Had I forgotten about the danger of that place?'
Yes.
I needed someone like him—cheeky, but obedient.
I unbuttoned his shirt and just admired his fit body for a good minute.
He was twitching with just my eyes on him. "You're sensitive to just my eyes?" He looked away, his cheeks flushing.
"You're way too powerful, Mistress," his tone was shallow and bashful.
I smirked and reached for his nipples, slowly rubbing them. "Am I?"
"Y-yes," he whimpered.
Then I soaked my fingers with my saliva and continued rubbing his nipples, watching his body react just the way I wanted it to, the glass slipping from his hands.
"If you hold onto the glass until I tell you to stop, I'll give you a reward."
His eyes quickly opened, and he said, "I'll hold onto it, Mistress," tightening his grip around the glass.
"You really want the reward?" Chuckling, I squeezed his nipples, watching his cheeks flush up even more and his eyes close.
He nodded, "Y-yes, Mistress."
"That's my good, enthusiastic boy." I returned to a slow and soft rhythm, just rubbing his pink and perky nipples.
I soaked my fingers again to keep teasing his nipples. Then again, squeezed them and twisted them, witnessing his whimpers echo in the room, booming through my mind.
He was holding onto the glass still very tightly. 'Where was the fun in that?'
So, I dragged my shoe against his crotch. His eyes lit up in astonishment. He followed the direction of my shoe down at his hard crotch getting trampled.
"Hold onto it," I murmured, my tone huskier, pressing his dick harder, and rubbing his nipples gently.
He twitched even more, his waist arching, his dick leaking and soaking his pants.
That harsh and soft friction must have fucked with his mind to leak so quickly.
I soaked my fingers once again to return to the heat of his nipple and let a slick trace of saliva dampen the fabric of his pants, and then continued delivering a torturous tease to his cock and nipples.
"You look like a mess right now. I like it."
His eyes sealed themselves, his lips creating melodic noises. "I'm going to cum."
"Cum then."
His eyes came alive, diving deep into mine, his muscles twitching with a peculiar stillness that shouted the arrival of his end.
I continued tormenting his pulsating heat inside his pants and nipples, when the twitch of his body stopped for a moment, chains of grunts cracking through his hoarse throat.
His stomach shrank and rose, his palms on the verge of marking a crack on the glass.
I lifted my foot; a soaked patch was circling his pants. He'd soaked them damp.
Him not discarding or cracking the glass was truly remarkable. I was impressed and excited.
The twitch on his body was still lingering like disappearing winter as I cleaned my slicked fingers on the pocket of his shirt.
"You did a good job. I wasn't expecting that from you."
His bright eyes stood still upon me, as if he was caught in awe or hammered on his head, his throat pulling in jagged breaths.
"Now, it's time for your reward, if you still have energy for that."
His eyes flickered, his chest pulling back up, "I-I want it, Mistress."
"Good boy." The edges of my lips curled as I lifted the edges of my skirt enough for him to slip in there.
He blankly stared inside my skirt. I wondered what his eyes could gather in the darkness. Was he dazed? Was he acting like a dog awaiting his treat? It was hard to tell.
"Get in there. That's your reward."
His eyes shot at me in disbelief and then back inside my skirt.
"C'mon, get in," I commanded as I freed his hands and placed the glass beside me on the mattress.
His mind must have registered the meaning of my words, for his hands were dragging him inside my skirt right after.
His hands leaped around my thighs, his face making its way in between my legs, grazing against my thighs.
Chills crawled up my groin at his gentle touch kneading my thighs. I dropped the skirt over him and leaned into the embrace of the mattress, while his fingers slipped my panties aside, his nose hovering against my pussy as if he was taking in the scent.
A breath sipped into my lungs like a bullet upon the touch of his gentle lips against my clit. He was beginning to plant kisses on my bud, his throat creating noises as if I was the one flicking around his bud.
"You're so wet, Mistress." As he said that, his finger lingered down my entrance, and the wetness increased between my legs, my hand itching to clutch around his strands.
But I seized myself in order to relish his offering. Plus, it was his reward. I was not a bad Mistress to command him even in his rewarding route, although he would've liked it more.
My throat just buzzed when the tip of his tongue grazed across my clit. Was he dialing up?
He licked it like a cat, a long, desperate lick of his favorite catnip. His tongue shifted to a flickering motion, merciless against my clit, sending burning tingles to every inch of my body.
My head moved towards dizziness, my whimpers beginning to reach the ceiling.
Then, his tongue slicked down to the opening of my pussy; he was definitely taking his time.
"Aghh, God!"
"Mistress..." he cried as his fingers clutched my thighs, his tongue splashing my pussy with fast and strong hits.
Eventually, the twitch traveled down my trembling body, the pleasure never staying at a certain limit for long.
He was increasing the limits, now lashing long, hungry licks, scooping up and circling all the pre-cum leaking from my pussy.
His cheeks crossed across my thighs, so delicate and nerve-chilling. I could not open my eyes, my teeth carving their shape on the back of my hand.
Suddenly, he plunged inside my pussy, electrifying my insides, soaking them even more. His tongue instantly took a route inside me, moving like a quenched fish.
His hands parted my thighs wider and draped them over his shoulders, his mouth perfectly circling my pussy.
"God!" He had an excellent tongue and an insatiable hunger; his hunger never seemed to be lowered or satisfied.
His noises took the form of grunts and grunts; they came from his chest, his fingernails becoming one with my flesh.
I could bet that I was soaking his entire face with my juices and he was swimming in it, sucking like it wasn't enough.
My thighs began trembling, my insides clenching and spasming around his tongue.
His hunger only seemed to be taking the form of a monster. "I'm going to cum!" I moaned.
"Cum in my mouth, Mistress!"
My waist curved in an arch, my breaths hitching in my throat. My fingers sank into the fabric of the bedsheet, the ceiling spinning above my head.
And silence.
His tongue continued splashing around, sucking what he called nectar like a hungry beast who hadn't been fed in a while, while my body rode upon the orgasm I just had, helpless like a fish out of the pond.
The high eventually ran low, and my breath returned to my lungs. I shut my eyes, letting my body return to normal as well.
Meanwhile, his body slipped out of my skirt, his eyes meeting me while his fingers cleaned his watery mouth. That wasn't water.
He shot a gentle smile before he rested his head upon my thighs and said, "Thank you, Mistress."
A puppy would fail in front of him; he was nuzzling like that against my thighs.
I was still under the effect of his mouth, slowly coming down, lost in the sweetness of his eyes and flushing cheeks. God! He was crazy with his tongue.
And that's all my mind ran around for a whole month.
It was all so dreamy, so fulfilling. As much as I wished to relive it, it was just a magical experience which would never take place again.
Until the day I saw him standing, staring at my house.
I had grown used to my usual life and kept that day as a memory. Until he was there, telling me how that place had fulfilled his desires and brought me into his life.
END OF THE SMUT
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