Take this for whatever you want it to be.... A promise, a fantasy, a recollection. To me it's at least one of these. Much safer. Laid back against him just as he'd said she would. He: suit trousers, waistcoat, white shirt and tie. She'd hung his jacket up as usual once they'd got back to the hotel room, before kneeling at his feet and un fastening then removing his shoes. It was developing into a ritual - he liked her to slip his jacket from his shoulders and hang it properly. The shoes must be put away too - it gave a little insight into the care and attention she would pay him. That way she knew she'd get everything she wanted. Her: naked other than the carefully chosen knickers. Not so much chosen to match anything she wore, but chosen to cater for a range of possibilities - dictated by his mood. She was laid against him.... against his chest and between his legs, her knees pulled over his so that she was completely vulnerable. When she was spread this way, it was easy for her to hear the instructions, his mouth was close to her ear. Her hair was pulled back so that he could access her hairline simply by moving his head. He'd told her to expect this a couple of days earlier. She had been in the car and not far from her work when he rang and explained what she'd be doing for him in a couple of days. Thus she found herself spread so deliciously. So open yet so close, the contrast of her skin against the fabric of his suit. Her right hand was inside her knickers and her left at that moment had reached up and behind his head. He'd taken her fingers into his mouth and removed all of the wetness on them - but they had only been offered when he had requested. She knew she'd taste herself when he decided to kiss her, but right now he was enjoying this calm as she masturbated exactly to his instruction. She knew that she was wet enough for him to permit her to remove the underwear (his rule), but it would be a shame to spoil this particular moment, given that he could at any time decide that she would be untouched. She felt good against him, and she loved the way that her performance captivated him so. The bulge of his approval was evident against her back, as were the small involuntary pushes of it against her - he didn't even realise he was doing it. So she'd captivate him a little longer and see if she could level the scores somewhat - right now he was winning; earlier, before the hotel room door was even closed he'd taken her into his arms and kissed her and they'd shared an embrace - a nice embrace that showed all the signs of a fun night. But then his hand slipped into her hair and his voice changed... "You've been bad".... pushing her back a step against the wall. She was shocked - startled because she didn't know what she'd done to piss him off. So startled that she didn't notice how hard her nipples had become nor how her breathing had changed. This was moving fast - from kiss and hug to being forced back against the wall now with his hand curling around her throat. It constricted her just enough to make a difference, but still allowed her to breathe - she needed more air because her body felt it was alive.... not the moistening anticipation that she felt as she made her way to his room - a trembling panting anticipation that made her cunt twitch. "Kick your shoes off".... she didn't know if she should be reassured at him calling her the name that made her melt, but complied immediately - relieved that it was a simple instruction and that she could please him by following it exactly. "Pull your jeans down" .... whispered clearly and heard and felt so easily - his mouth was by her ear now. Her fingers fumbled for the button - her head still held back by the hand at her throat - he hadn't moved but her taking her heels off had given her no option but to be on her tip toes or she'd choke herself on his hand. Fingers and thumbs. Borderline panic at not being able to obey him quickly enough - he might deny her the pleasure of his cock - the cock that she bumped into with the back of her fingers as she finally tugged the jeans open. She wanted to turn her hand and press her palm against it but knew that being greedy at this stage wouldn't serve her need to have it inside her. She was still being held there - she couldn't lower the jeans - she couldn't stoop to push them down.... "Hurry up" didn't help at all.... it made her wetter but she still couldn't get them down far enough to comply. He was smiling. She wasn't. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing and she wanted to give herself completely and just have him take whatever he wanted. But the hand at her throat stopped her. That chuckle. That sadistic bastard chuckle that said so much... he used it now as his grip released and his hand moved back up into her hair. She was able to lower herself now but daren't. Forget daren't... she didn't want to. He whispered "Good girl" just as he kissed her softly - his lips quite still for a moment until he opened his mouth far enough to offer his baby girl his tongue but taking her bottom lip between his teeth instead. She wasn't going anywhere. Coming down from tip toes wasn't an option now.... that fucking chuckle. Even through gritted teeth. Her breath hissing against his mouth. And the chuckle. She was on the move again. He released her mouth from his and tightened his grip in her hair, turned and pulled her with him. It was only a few steps to the bed but he pulled her to it, sitting down and only letting her hair go when she was across his knee. He'd sat on the corner, she knew what was coming (no shit, Sherlock) and hoped that he wouldn't tease her this time. The corner position allowed her legs and head to hang properly, making it easier for her to present her backside at the perfect angle (he was all fucking heart), and also for him to finish the job of baring her backside and slapping her hard within seconds... this wasn't his most leisurely spanking... the slaps rang out and in a moment of panic she forgot to thank him after each stroke... The hand went back to the hair and he snapped her head back.... "Pardon?"..... "Thank you"...... "Good girl". She thanked him after each slap. He only spoke when she didn't delight him. Not delighting him hurt more than the slap. And then the pause. The bed moving as he did something that she couldn't see. Still nothing being said. But something at her pussy. His fingers were parting her lips and something was being pushed inside. He'd told her he would fist her again tonight.... surely not like this.... then it was inside her. Properly inside her. He'd pushed something in and then removed his fingers so that he could taste her, before telling her to stand up and sort her jeans out - we were going out. Standing in front of her as she fastened the button, he waited for her to finish before smiling and opening his arms to her, she stepped into him and felt his arms around her. She sighed into his shoulder and calmed. Nothing being said. Her backside stung and her pussy throbbed. She was in a mess, physically. Her plans and expectation were way out of the window at this point... she just wanted him. Like this. "Fix your make up.... You're smudged" said warmly now.... humorously. He stood in the doorway to the en suite and leaned against the door frame. Casually. Enjoying the sight of his beautiful companion re - perfecting her make up. She was flushed.... he knew the signs of her arousal. He knew that she didn't really want to go to the bar - she wanted him inside her - anywhere - just inside her. But she also knew that she would be fucked eventually. When he decided. "You're beautiful" he said as she turned away from the mirror. "Thank You", she whispered stepping up and hugging him, certain in the prospect of play when they returned. Her arms hung nicely around his neck.... her breast against his chest.... and then she felt it - the vibration in her pussy made her knees wobble and breath gasp and she heard the chuckle. He had a remote control in his hand. The vibration stopped as suddenly as it started and he was leading her out of the hotel room door before her knees had steadied. She could feel it inside her as she walked. She was being overloaded with so many things and emotions and turn ons and let downs in the last few minutes that if it wasn't for the reassurance in his smile as he held his hand out for her to take that she might be pissed off. "Let's go". And that chuckle.