M's Story - Sex Stories

M's Story

... She was proud that she had caused him to break his calm exterior because of something she did. He tapped her on the head, letting her know it was okay to come up. She slid up much more easily than she had slid down and pulled the mirror from her purse, checking her makeup and hair. She needed more lipstick but that was to be expected but before she could put it on, his fingers pulled her face towards him and he kissed her deeply, so deeply that he must have been able to taste himself. And she blushed... again. She turned back to her mirror, applying her lipstick as the waiter delivered the check. He paid cash and helped her up from the booth since she was rather unsteady on the black, patent leather, stiletto heels she had chosen. The ride to the motel was a blur. She couldn't remember either of them saying anything but she was already so happy, so satisfied, so fulfilled. When they arrived, he turned her head towards his and kissed her again with a look that said "that was barely the beginning." And she blushed... again. It was not a "nice place" but they had to find someplace that wouldn't mind them making noise, noise of a particular kind. Their room was on the first floor and at the far end of the building. One thing about not "nice places" was that a little bit of extra money got you a room away from nosy neighbors. He said he had already placed all the toys in the room for which she was glad because she had no patience for set up at this point. She wanted him ...

... desperately… wanted him to have her, take her, use her right fucking now. Once in the room, he turned on some music and undressed her silently and far too slowly for her tastes, positioning her arms over her head so that he could lift the dress off of her. After he hung her dress up, he lowered her arms and walked around her, caressing and stroking her bare skin as he removed her bra. He placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she stepped out of her soaked panties. Then he kissed her wrists, ankles, and waist as he fastened the cuffs and belt on her. He pulled the desk chair away from the desk and out into the small open space in front of the bed and sat down. He patted his lap and she walked to him and lay across it feeling exposed but smiling at how his eyes devoured her naked body. His hand stroked her ass just roughly enough not to tickle as he muttered how gorgeous and delicious it looked then leaned down to whisper in her ear that it was, unfortunately, not at all the right color and that something had to be done about that. Immediately he began to spank her hard and fast. The blows rained down on her like a downpour of pain, pain that she craved and loved and needed so much. He kept it up as her yelps became cries and tears began to well up in her eyes. Finally, he gave each cheek a violent squeeze and told her to lay face down on the bed. She did as she was told and waited for him to bind her but... he didn't. No, he said, not this time, she would have to hold ...