The electric buzz of Las Vegas pulses through the air as I stand at the airport, my heart pounding in anticipation. I arrived hours ago, but the excitement of finally meeting him has kept me restless. I couldn’t wait at the hotel, not when he was so close. The moment I see him, everything else fades away. He’s even more striking in person, his confident stride commanding attention as he makes his way through the crowd.
As he approaches, my breath catches. Without a word, he pulls me into his arms, and I immediately take in his scent—a blend of rich, woody notes with hints of spice that drives me wild. “Hello, my little cum slut,” he murmurs, his voice a deep, intoxicating growl that sends shivers down my spine. His hand trails down my back, and I press myself closer, the warmth of his body setting me alight.
We get into a taxi, sitting as close as possible, our bodies pressed together. We don’t say much as we make our way to the hotel. The city’s lights flash by in a blur of neon, but I’m only aware of him—the way his hand caresses my thigh, the heat radiating from his skin, and that irresistible scent that surrounds him. Every small touch sends jolts of excitement through me, and I feel the anticipation building with every passing moment.
I wore a short dress on purpose, knowing what it would do to him. His hand finds its way up my thigh, hitching my dress higher. When he discovers I’m not wearing any panties, his eyes darken with desire, and his fingers brush against my already wet slit. A soft moan escapes me, and he smirks, knowing exactly the effect he has on me.
With little care about the driver in front of us, his fingers slide further up my thigh, teasing me, making my breath hitch. I bite my lip to suppress a moan as his hand lightly grazes my wetness, a silent promise of what’s to come. The ride feels both too long and too short, the tension between us crackling like electricity.
Finally, we arrive at the hotel. The moment the elevator doors close behind us, his hands are on me again, pushing me against the wall as his lips claim mine in a heated kiss. The world outside disappears, and it’s just us—our bodies, our desires, our long-awaited meeting.
The door barely closes behind us when we reach our room, and I immediately drop to my knees at his side, waiting for his command. He lifts my chin to look into his eyes, and the intensity in his gaze makes my heart race. He wastes no time, pulling me to my feet and turning me around, his hands firm on my hips as he presses me against the counter in the entrance of the room. He pulls my dress up, exposing me completely to him, his fingers tracing my slick folds.
“You’re so ready for me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I gasp, every nerve in my body on fire.
"Do not forget," he reminds me, his voice low and commanding, "you are not to cum without permission. It's going to be harder now that I have you with me to control it."
His words nearly set me off alone, the control he exerts over me only amplifying my desire. His touch is demanding, his fingers slipping inside me with a confidence that makes me weak. He strokes me with expert precision, driving me to the brink of madness. I can barely stand, my legs trembling as he continues to push me closer to the edge.
“Not yet,” he whispers, pulling his fingers away just as I’m about to tip over into ecstasy. “You’ll cum when I say.”
He suddenly pulls away from me, and a sharp, sudden slap lands on my ass, the sting making me gasp. Another follows, harder this time, and I moan, the pain mixed with pleasure. He doesn’t stop there. His hands find my breasts, slapping them firmly, making them bounce under his touch. My nipples harden, and I can’t help but smile in submission, the thrill of being dominated by him coursing through me.
He turns me around on the bed and positions me on it, laying down so my head hangs over the edge. My breath quickens as he moves to stand above me, his thick cock brushing against my lips. He tilts my head back and pushes forward, sliding his cock into my mouth, deeper and deeper until I feel him in my throat. My throat tightens around him as he thrusts, his groans of pleasure echoing in the room.
With every thrust, he drives deeper, pushing me to my limits. The weight of his cock in my throat makes my eyes water, but I love every moment of it, the pleasure he takes in using my mouth spurring me on. My hands instinctively reach for his hips, trying to steady myself as I take him deeper, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.
“Play with yourself,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “But don’t you dare cum.”
I obey, my fingers finding my wetness, teasing my clit as he continues to choke me with his cock. The sensation of being so full, so utterly dominated, is almost too much to bear. My body is on fire, every nerve alive with sensation as I edge closer and closer to release.
Finally, he pulls out of my mouth a string of saliva connecting my lips to his cock as he coaches me around on the bed so he can stand between my legs. He positions himself at my entrance, teasing me with the head of his cock before thrusting in hard, filling me completely. The stretch is delicious, and I moan loudly, my back arching off the bed as he pounds into me with powerful, deliberate strokes.
He grips my hips tightly, pulling me onto his cock with every thrust, his body dominating mine in the most exquisite way. The slap our skin against skin echoes in the room, mingling with our heavy breathing and my gasps of pleasure.
“Please, Sir,” I gasp, my voice breathless. “I love it. Please, don’t stop.”
He smirks, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he continues to thrust into me. “Cum for me,” he commands, his voice a growl.
His words are all it takes. The orgasm crashes over me, intense and overwhelming. I clench tight around his fat cock, flooding him with my release, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. He doesn’t let up, continuing to fuck me hard, driving me over the edge again, my body shaking with the intensity of it all.
He slaps my cheek, and I moan, my submission to him complete. With a final, powerful thrust, he cums inside me, his hot release filling me completely. He holds me tightly as he rides out his orgasm, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
He doesn’t pull out immediately. Instead, he stays inside me, our bodies still connected as he leans down to kiss me gently, his lips soft against mine. The contrast between his earlier roughness and this tender moment makes my heart swell with affection. Slowly, he pulls out, and I whimper at the loss of him. I already want more.
He collapses onto the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms as we bask in the afterglow of our intense encounter. His hands stroke my hair, his touch soothing after the intensity of what we’ve just shared.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice soft now, filled with warmth. “You did so well.”
I nestle closer to him, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace. He pulls a blanket over us, cocooning me in his warmth. His hand continues to gently stroke my hair, lulling me into a state of calm.
As I drift off to sleep in his arms, I know that this is just the beginning of our journey together—a journey filled with love, submission, and endless possibilities. But for now, I’m content to rest in his arms, knowing that I belong to him completely.
I couldn’t wait at the hotel, knowing you were so close, so I rushed to meet you at the airport. The moment I saw you, nothing else mattered. You were even more striking in person, commanding the entire room without even trying. When you pulled me into your arms, your scent drove me wild, a mix of rich, woody notes and spice that made my knees weak.
“Hello, my little cum slut,” you whispered in my ear, your voice sending shivers down my spine. I pressed myself closer to you, needing to feel every inch of your body against mine.
In the taxi, I could barely keep my hands off you. I wore that short dress on purpose, knowing exactly what it would do to you. When your hand slipped up my thigh and you discovered I wasn’t wearing any panties, the look in your eyes made me ache with need. Your fingers brushed against my wetness, and I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips. You smirked, fully aware of the power you held over me.
With little care for the driver, you teased me relentlessly, fingers grazing my slit, making my breath hitch. I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud, the anticipation between us thick and electric.
By the time we reached the hotel, I was trembling with need. The moment the elevator doors closed, you pushed me against the wall, claiming my lips in a heated kiss. Everything outside of us disappeared, leaving only the raw desire that pulsed between us.
As soon as we got into the room, I dropped to my knees, waiting for your command. You lifted my chin, making me meet your gaze. The intensity in your eyes made my heart race, and I could barely breathe as you pulled me to my feet, turning me around and bending me over the counter. You hiked my dress up, exposing me completely, your fingers tracing my slick folds.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” you murmured in my ear, your breath hot against my skin.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped, every nerve in my body on fire.
You reminded me of your control over my pleasure, telling me I wasn’t allowed to cum without your permission. That alone nearly pushed me over the edge. Your fingers slipped inside me, expertly driving me to the brink of madness, but you pulled away just before I could tip over.
“Not yet,” you whispered, the command in your voice making me whimper with need.
You stepped back, and before I could recover, you slapped my ass, the sharp sting making me gasp. You didn’t stop there, your hands finding my breasts, slapping them firmly, making my nipples harden under your touch. I couldn’t help but smile, loving every moment of your dominance.
You moved me to the bed, positioning me with my head hanging over the edge. My breath quickened as you stood above me, your cock brushing against my lips before you pushed into my mouth, deeper and deeper until I felt you in my throat. Every thrust made my eyes water, but I loved it, the pleasure you took from using my mouth spurring me on.
“Play with yourself,” you commanded, your voice rough with desire. “But don’t you dare cum.”
I obeyed, my fingers teasing my clit as you continued to choke me with your cock. The sensation of being so utterly dominated pushed me to the edge, but I held back, waiting for your permission.
Finally, you pulled out, positioning yourself between my legs. The moment you thrust into me, I moaned loudly, the stretch delicious as you filled me completely. Your grip on my hips was firm, pulling me onto your cock with every powerful stroke.
“Please, Sir,” I gasped, desperate for more. “I love it. Please, don’t stop.”
You smirked, knowing exactly how much I needed you. “Cum for me,” you commanded, your voice a growl.
Those words alone were enough. The orgasm crashed over me, intense and overwhelming, and I clenched tight around you, my release flooding you. But you didn’t stop, driving me over the edge again, my body shaking with the force of it.
With a final, powerful thrust, you came inside me, filling me completely. You held me tightly as you rode out your orgasm, and I whimpered when you finally pulled out, already wanting more.
Collapsing onto the bed beside me, you pulled me into your arms, your hands stroking my hair as we basked in the afterglow. “Good girl,” you murmured, your voice filled with warmth and satisfaction. I nestled closer, feeling safe and cherished in your embrace.
As I drifted off to sleep, I knew this was just the beginning of our journey together—a journey filled with love, submission, and endless possibilities. But for now, I was content, knowing I belonged completely to you.
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