Hotel Rendezvous

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Derrick presses her body firmly to the wall, holding her still while Tanya squirmed. It wasn’t a smart move, with the handcuffs on, she was at her Master’s mercy. He smiled. Devilishly. First one breast then the other, giving each a playful smack. “I think I like you this way.&#034

She sighed in delicious defeat and rested her head against the cool wall of their hotel room. She could feel the smooth wall teasing her nipples to hard, naughty points…begging for her Master.

Shivers up and down her spine. Insides twisted in knots. Just what did he have in mind? He grabbed her arm and led her to the bed, without a word.

“What are you going to do?” she asked. Excitement and panic rising to a fever pitch. But, truthfully, her voice wasn’t the only thing trembling. Tanya’s heart was pounding throughout her body. Her wet pussy pulsating in anticipation.

He grinned, “It’s called catch-up, my Mistress. Morning rendezvous and dirty messages. Today we have hours.&#034

Her Master leaned in to kiss her, Tanya tries in vain to free herself from the cuffs to touch him. To hold him close to her. She quickly feels the sting of his palm connecting solidly with her ass.

“Behave Mistress!” he ordered. “The handcuffs won’t break. Stop squirming.” He repositioned her body with a rough shove.

There was no teasing in his voice but she couldn’t miss the growing fire in his eyes. He threw her on the bed. She attempted to block him but he moved his hips between her legs, pining her down. Part of her wanted to beg him to fuck her and the other part wanted to make him work for it. Neither of which she had any control over.

With her hands cuffed behind her and Derrick’s body covering the rest of her, she was at his mercy. Completely. And she loved each steamy second of it.

“Beg me to stop.” her Master ordered in a husky voice she couldn’t resist. He pushed Tanya’s shirt to her throat, softly choking her. Her naked breasts heaving with each gasping breath. Slowly he releases the shirt and moves his hands back to her trembling body.

His kiss was commanding. He began grinding his body against hers. His tongue reaching into her mouth. He just couldn’t get close enough to her. When he stopped it left them both panting and gasping for air.

Derrick stared down at her, her Master’s eyes hungry and wanting. When he looked at her like this she felt an overwhelming sensation, not entirely unpleasant, that her Master really knew what she needed. The fantasies and cravings his Mistress had never voiced. Not even with him…yet.

He placed slow, gentle kisses from her chin, down her neck, stopping only for a moment to nibble gently. She may have stopped breathing. She could no longer feel anything but his sweet caresses. A growing fire burned, starting in her stomach and spreading to her very core.

He shifted his hips and his erection hit just the right spot. She gasped sharply and thrust her hips toward him, willing him to grind against her harder. But he stopped.

“Master,” she pleaded.

“Not yet.” His kisses moved up the side of her neck. He whispered in her ear, “I want to play first.”

His mouth made a trail down her chest. Licking, sucking, nibbling. He didn’t touch her breasts. The cool air of their room felt icy against her sensitive nipples. They tingled in anticipation. She squirmed, willing him to take one between his lips.

As if he knew what she was thinking, Derrick lifted his head, and with a grin, he said, “Is there something you want, Mistress?”

Willpower, dammit. Willpower!

“Touch them,” she begged.

He indulged. “Only for good behavior,” he teased. His mouth moved to one breast, licked her nipple gently then he stopped. She arched her back but stifled a moan.

“Do you want more Mistress?” he asked.

She wanted to smack him. “Yes.”
With a greedy glitter in his eye, he moved to the other breast. Slid his tongue around her nipple before sucking it gently between his lips. Heat flooded between her legs and she ground frantically against his hips. A moan escaped her lips and his eyes flared with desire by the sound.
He sucked harder until the moan turned into a cry, but when he put his hand between her legs sparks shot up her spine.

Suddenly his lips were against her ear, kissing as he whispered, “Maybe I should stop now…&#034

She blinked. Her breath catching in her throat. Would he dare?

Regaining whatever composure she could find she whispered, &#034No, Master please don’t stop…&#034

He didn’t look upset with her answer. One finger delicately outlined her breast. “Are you sure?&#034 He pinched her nipple then caressed the pain away.

&#034Yes. Please…&#034 He smiled and grabbed her breast letting it fill his entire palm. “Derrick,” she breathed, her voice heavy with need. “No more questions. Just…touch me. Please.”

He tipped his head up to answer her. “Just one more question.” He lowered his mouth to her breasts at the same time as he slid his hand between her legs. He barely touched her at all instead drawing circles with a finger over her lace panties. Teasing.

God, she wanted to kill him. Well, first fuck him then kill him. “Yes. Anything,” she answered.

“Just…please.” She bucked her hips against his, begging for contact.

A sinful smile broke across his face. “That’s my girl.”

Wait, what did I just agree to?
Before she could ask for some clarification, he flipped her over and dragged her to the edge of the bed.

“Ah, Tanya,” he said standing behind her, “you make it too easy with these skirts.”

Her skirt went up and her panties went down. She was still helpless with her hands cuffed behind her back, but she liked it. She liked that she was at his mercy in every way. And she knew from their times together that he was good at giving her what she needed. Pleasure exploding through her body until she thought she might burst. She gasped.

In a flash, he thrust into her. She hadn’t even heard him unzip his pants. All it took was one fierce drive and she was over the edge. She barely recognizes her own voice as she cries out for him.

She arches and moans working up to climax. With one hand placed on the small of her back, pinning her in place, he thrusts deeply in and out of her tight pussy. Her body jerked forward and back with the strength of his movement. The bed banged against the wall and with every sharp thrust their skin slapped together deliciously. Their sex was loud and violent, just as she’d expected. Just as she wanted.

Tanya’s moans and screams became louder. She couldn’t stop it, she was going to explode. But Derrick flipped her over again seamlessly and continued pumping into her with enough f***e to make her head spin. This was no gentle lovemaking. This was passionate, a****l sex. God, she loved it!

He brought his hands down onto the bed on either side of her head. He looked into her eyes. She closed them to shield herself from his intensity. She could feel her cheeks blush fiercely.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered. “Mistress, look at me.” She did. Eyes wide with hungry desire. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice turning velvety smooth.

His perfect features were shining with sweat. He looked sexier than ever.

He leaned forward, grabbing her face possessively with one hand. “You are my Mistress.&#034 he said fiercely.
Waves of heat flooded her and butterflies danced through her body.

She answered, &#034and you my Master.&#034

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