Hotel O

Instinctively, my eyes draw to his pants and the package hiding underneath.

I swallow away the lump in my throat at the thought of finally touching him.

“Take off your coat,” he says sternly.

It slides off my shoulders with ease, exposing my black, partially see-through lingerie.

“Now part your legs.”

I await his next command with a buzzing feeling between my legs as they nudge aside, allowing him a full view.

A hint of a smile twitches his lips, but it disappears as quickly as it came.

“Take off your panties.”

My heart beats like a drum as I push down the fabric and let it slip to the floor. He can see every inch of my pussy laid bare for him. And from the slight sparkle in his eyes, I can tell he likes it.

He sits down on the chair in the corner with broad legs and a swagger that tickles all my senses. With his elbow leaning on the armrest, he supports his face with two fingers, gazing at me like a hawk.

“Tell me, are you already wet?” he asks.

God, I could die for that voice.

Kill just to hear it again.

“Yes.” My voice is soft, almost inaudible. As if my throat’s shutting down because I’m nervous.

But the smirk spreading on his face makes me forget all that.

“Make it wetter. Touch yourself,” he says.

I swallow and place my fingers right in the center of my slit, circling slowly, as I anticipate him coming toward me. But the longer I play with myself, the more he sits back and relaxes. He’s watching me intently, checking out how I do it, and I wonder if it’s because he wants to know how I like it so he can do it himself.

However, his hand draws my attention the moment it moves down.

Unzips his pants.

Pulls out his already hard cock.

My mouth salivates greedily.

He went commando. How appropriate.

“Go on … Show me how much you want this,” he muses.

I do what he says, circling around my clit with two fingers to get myself all hot and bothered. I admit, it’s hard to resist the pull, but I have to stay here on this bed. This is what he wants. This is what we agreed to when we started talking.

He’s in control.

It’s the one rule I know I shouldn’t break if I want him to fuck me, so I’ll do whatever he says.

Is it foolish? Maybe. But I’m enjoying myself enough not to walk away.

Not that I ever could with a dick like that staring right back at me. The exact same one I saw in the pictures and the video … so there’s no mistaking now. It’s really him, in the flesh, right across from me.

I wish I could taste him.

Fuck.

He’s stroking it so nicely. Slowly, but with a tough grip, as if he wants to do more but is holding back intentionally just to relish the view a little longer.

And I must admit … toying with myself like this right in front of him does make my face warm. As if he’s caught me in the act and I’m still doing it because I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

He cocks his head and stares me right in the eyes. I don’t notice right away because my eyes are glued to his cock.

“You want this?” he asks, his tongue briefly dipping out again. “Say it.”

“I want it,” I say.

Ripples of shame flow through me when I hear my own voice say that. It feels sinful. Wrong. But in a fucking good way.

“What?” he says, a devious grin spreading on his lips.

“I want your cock,” I say, swallowing as I speak the words.

God, I feel so filthy. But I’m guessing that’s exactly what he wants. To humiliate me.

“Show me then. Turn around on the bed.”

As strange as his command sounds, I still do it.

“On your knees. Head down. Ass up.”

When I’m in position, I’m staring at the blanket. I can’t even see him anymore, and I’m not sure if I hate it or if I’m just so fucking thirsty for his cock.

“Spread your legs,” he adds.

When I do what he says, my pussy is on full display.

Literally. All he can see is my ass … and all my openings wide.

While my face is smooshed into the bed, I don’t even know what he’s doing, but I bet I know what he’s looking at.

Me. Spread like a fuck doll for him to use.

“Go on then … make yourself come,” he says.

For a moment, I’m a dumbfounded. He wants me to play with myself … in this position? How?

“Do you want this or not?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply.

“Come for me then … and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

I lick my lips and bury my hand between my legs. My head sinks even farther into the fabric as my hand wriggles its way to my pussy. The position is tough and difficult to maintain. Exactly why he chose it.