Sex,Lies, and Bondage Tape

Kelly glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of the room they were looking for. She laughed and nodded her head at the door behind him. "Your hotel room is behind you, mister."

Without looking, he turned around with her captured in his arms, and backed her towards the room, his powerful legs shifting hers.

For a woman as strong and independent as she tried to be, his power and attitude hit her like a force ten. The need for sexual combat and the desire to do battle with him ratcheted up inside her, sending her body into overdrive. She was powerfully aroused, ready to fuck hard.

Holding her up against the door, he rode his body up and down against hers.

"You must have liked it when I did that to you," she breathed. "You keep returning the favor."

"Too right," he answered, the corners of his mouth lifting.

She could feel the hard bones of his hips, the muscles of his thighs and his cock bulging as he moved against her. Her breath dashed out, the direct contact making her dizzy. Her head rolled from side to side. She flooded with unleashed lust—she had to have action soon. She reached out and gave his jaw a gentle bite. The shape of it was so appealing, she was constantly drawn to touch, kiss, and bite it.

He murmured something unintelligible, pulled the key card from his back pocket, and held it over the slot. He paused. "I want you to know that I don't usually do this."

That tickled her. He might be the big, tough man, the world-traveled roadie, but he seemed to be a bit of an old-fashioned sort too. She reached for the card key, taking it from him and tapping the end of his nose with it. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you." She waggled her eyebrows.

"You cheeky madam." His eyes flashed at her, his handsome mouth breaking into a wide grin. He snatched the key card back and swiped it decisively.

The door clicked open, and she turned into the room, laughing, willing him to chase her.

The room was small, functional, and dimly lit by a lamp on the bedside table. A big bottle stood next to the lamp, dressed up in a bow. Someone had sent him champagne. Clayton, she guessed. She got maybe five feet away when he grabbed her from behind, his hands on her hips, thumbs looping over the waistband on her hipsters.

"I thought we agreed you deserve to be punished?"

She wriggled in his hold.

He loosed one hand and smacked her across her right buttock.

She yelped. Even through the leather of her hipsters the smack shot into her, melting her to the spot. Her pulse raced, a heady mixture of rampant lust and the will to challenge him taking hold of her. She broke free and dived at the bed.

She made it onto the surface of the bed and was on her hands and knees scrabbling over it, laughing, when he snatched at one of her ankles. Pulling her knees from under her, he had her flat on the bed. Climbing over her, he captured her between his knees. He pushed his hands around her waist to reach for her zipper.

Realizing his intention was to keep her pinned down while he stripped her, she wriggled and jabbed with her elbows, making the task as difficult as possible. He's going for the pants. It sent a thrill through her, but she wasn't going down easily.

"Like it rough do you, Kelly?"

Oh yes, she thought. He'd said that back at the concert, too, and somewhere deep inside she knew she wanted that, and wanted it badly. She growled back at him, answering in actions, flashing her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

He loomed over her, his face in shadow as he wrenched the hipsters down, taking her G-string with them. She clenched her thighs together when she felt her bottom being bared. He bent down and bit her right buttock, marking her skin. The sharp, sudden sensation winded her and she flattened against the bed, her limbs growing momentarily limp. He took advantage of the situation and dragged the pants down the length of her legs.

"You have the most spectacular arse," he commented. "I'm going to enjoy spanking it. I want to see it marked with the imprint of my hand."

She moaned, pushing her face into the bed covers. Her sex was on fire at the thought of his hands on her, forcing her to take it.

The sound of her moan seemed to fuel him, because he moved faster, lifting her torso bodily from the bed and then letting her drop down when he'd untied her top and dropped it to the floor. He moved down to her feet. Lifting one foot, he untied the laces on her Doc Martens, prized off one boot and sock, then the other. Tugging her pants and underwear down and off, he had her naked and facedown on the bed within seconds of them entering the room.

So much for putting up a fight. She chuckled, rising to her knees.

He sat down heavily beside her and snatched her into his arms, hauling her over his thighs.

"No," she cried. Humiliation flashed through her.

"Oh, yes." Planting his legs wide to support her, he draped her over them, with her breasts hanging over one leg, her bottom angled up on the other. He stroked the surface of her right buttock with his large, warm palm, moving in a circular motion, and then clutched the cheek in his hand, before moving away.

Smack. Raw pain seared her bare skin. He really meant it. She hadn't been expecting this. A playful spank when he'd given chase, yes, but this was something else.

"Tell me if it's too much, I'll forgive you if you can't take it," he said, chuckling.