The Beauty Of Bound Wings Part 2

July 18, 2019

Five-fifty-nine. He had arrived at reception slightly early, but then he always liked to be punctual. She, clearly, was not as concerned with the time. At six-thirty, thereabouts, she made an appearance in the same dress she had worn last night, making him wonder if perhaps she had slept in it. He could see no creases, so dismissed the idea, and replaced it with a different kind of disapproval. She winked at him, though he was not so bothered that his instruction had been to nod at him. The wink was a turn on. It was the fact that she came to sit on his lap.

He wore his black trousers, dark blue shirt and trilby at an angle, with his dragon ring tapping his chin and his glasses being removed by her nimble hands.

“You are late,” he snatched his glasses back so gracefully that it did not feel aggressive in the slightest.

“Sorry,” she said, sighing deeply into him with her legs across his lap. “I was so tired after last night.”

“We did not do anything last night. Would you please tell me what was so tiring?”

“Well you weren’t a good sport, so I asked my fingers for some assistance instead. Shall we go finish the job in your room?”

“We shall, but plans have changed. Stand up.”

“Yes, Sir,” she saluted him enthusiastically.

“Wipe that grin off your face and go to the elevator. Third floor.”

Her face was one of complete bewilderment. He might not look quite like a child compared to her, but he reckoned she was not used to being spoken to like that by someone so young. The door opened with a bing and they both stepped inside. He had chosen this early in the morning so that he knew they would be alone, and he placed a hand on her chest to push her against the back wall. She was clearly nervous now, but still her eyes were filled with an unsatiated lust.

“When that door opens, you will take a right and then the third door on the left. You will enter, but you will remain facing the way you enter. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir,” he corrected her. “Say it again.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

The door opened again.

He followed quickly behind her, his hand on her lower back to hasten her stroll. They reached the room and he handed her the key card. She swiped and entered, and did as she was told without a sound.

“I warned you that my desires are of a darker nature. Allow me to explain my intentions.”

He walked around to the front of her, then further still until he came to the chair at the far end of the room. He sat with one leg crossed over the other, his left elbow on the arm rest, and he nested his chin in his hand. He gestured with his right index for her to come closer, then broke the silence.

“I am not here for much longer, so we are going to be a one time endeavor. I find your body extremely enticing, and I want to cause you great amounts of sexual pleasure, but you were late to arrive and you pleasured yourself without my presence. I did not tell you to avoid pleasuring yourself, but I am still displeased, so I am going to punish you. Any questions?”

“How are you going to punish me?”

“I am going to tie you to that bed, I am going to whip your naked body, and then I am going to tease you until you are screaming for me to let you orgasm. Anything else?”

“Yes… Sir. It occurs to me that I don’t actually know your name.”

“Sir will suffice, and it is only the two of us here, so I do not need to know yours. You will simply be the beautiful woman I once dominated in a hotel.” She bit her lip at this. “Now then, you are still wearing that dress.” He removed his phone from his pocket and wiped his fingertips over the screen in many directions, eventually tapping it so that it played a song. The bass was deep, slow and steady, with a sensual melody that was easy to follow. “I want you to dance for me, and you will remove your dress as you do so. Please come forward for a moment.”

She stepped closer, urged further by his curling finger, until she was directly in front of him. He removed his hat from his head, placing it on hers so that it completely covered her eyes. Her hands hung limply by her sides, unsure of what to do with him so close.

“You will strip with my hat blocking your vision. Begin.”