She stood there quietly in the corner of the lift, eyes down and hands together in front of her waiting for the door to slide open. Perfectly meek and submissive. Exactly as she’d been instructed a few minutes before in the hotel bar downstairs.
I held out my hand and she took it without making eye contact, and allowed me to guide her to the room. Once inside I instructed her to remove her dress and kneel in her underwear and she immediately and obediently complied. This was almost too easy.
I decided to test her a little, so I picked up the phone and asked room service for a bottle of Viognier and two glasses, and we waited for it to arrive.
I’d known Lucy a few months at this point, and we’d explored her submission in ever expanding ways at various times. She also had an exhibitionist streak, which is what I wanted to test with the room service.
She knelt in the middle of the floor, where I had space to move around her, or to sit on the small sofa at the base of the bed and observe her carefully. Lucy wore black lace lingerie, black hold up stockings and black heels. She also wore a large jeweled butt plug. but this had become such a fixture by this time that unless you were intimately familiar with her posture you’d never suspect the heavy metal plug she carried almost everywhere.
I sat on the low sofa in front of her, and picked up the riding crop that she’d no doubt noticed lying there close at hand. I crossed my legs and tested the bend of the crop while keeping my eyes on her reaction. She remained composed, apart from a slightly deeper breath as I let go of one end of the crop and it flicked back to it’s original shape with a slight flutter.
I reached out and rested the crop on Lucy’s collar bone briefly, before dragging it carefully down the centre of her chest, over her stomach and then pressed the wide leather loop upwards against her clitoris. I waited ten seconds there, enjoying her start to squirm at being teased at this slight distance.
Then I dragged the tip of the crop back up over her stomach, not once breaking contact, resting it briefly on each of her nipples as they poked through the thin lace of her bra, and back up to her collar bone.
At this point there was a knock at the door, so I knelt down to Lucy’s ear, and whispered, “Don’t move, or you’ll regret it.”
I had the waiter bring the wine to the table near the window, meaning he had to walk past my kneeling submissive. He was perfectly professional, and I tipped him well before turning back to a deeply blushing Lucy. “Good girl. Pour us some wine please.”
She stood in front of me with two glasses of chilled white wine, but instead of taking one from her, I reached out and pulled her black lace knickers down to her knees. She gasped slightly at the suddenness of her exposure, but quickly recovered and sat next to my at my indication.
We drank the wine, and I spoke softly to her, “I’ve read that Viognier is the perfect accompaniment to cunnilingus. I’m going to test that now. Sit down and spread your legs as wide as you can please.”
I slipped off the sofa and Lucy spread herself as wide as possible, slipping her hips forward to expose her perfectly smooth pussy and the jewel of her plug sparkling beneath. I knelt between her legs and smiled up at her. Even after all we’d explored together, I knew that being so exposed and vulnerable like this would be a powerful feeling for her and I wanted to enjoy her reaction.
I took a large sip of wine and let my tongue slide up in a curve around the edge of her labia to a point just above her clit. I mirrored the movement on the other side, and again as I reached the apex watched Lucy close her eyes momentarily. Back to the other side, infinitesimally closer to the opening, and repeating that back and forth as her breathing got a little deeper.
More sips of wine with every few strokes of my tongue until finally, I let my tongue slip between her lips, flatten it wide and drag it up slowly, separating her folds until it stops, melting over her hard clitoris as she lets out a small squeak of pleasure.
I prompted her to drink some wine, as she seemed to have got a little lost in the moment. I topped up my glass, refilled Lucy’s and got back to teasing her. Long slow licks that slip inside her pussy, followed by strong swirls around her clit. Sucking and pulling at her labia with my lips, her breath now coming in soft moans.
Faster I licked her, pressing a finger against the shining plug in her ass as her hips started to buck against my mouth. My tongue darting side to side over her clit, I looked up to see her cheeks flushed and her eyes pleading down at me. I felt her body start to tense as her orgasm approached, then I stopped and pulled back, bringing the crop down in a satisfying SLAP right above her clit. She pulled her thighs together involuntarily, and I saw defiance flash in her big, brown eyes.
“Don’t you fucking dare cum without permission,” I growled and I saw tears start to well up. “Kneel, get back in your place slut.”
Breathing hard and blushing furiously, she knelt carefully back down in her place, trembling slightly as I relaxed into the spot where she’d been sitting. “You’ll have to earn that orgasm. Only good girls get to cum.”
I stood and undressed, then sat back and spread my legs. I sipped my wine, and beckoned her forwards. Lucy knelt almost touching me knees, and I stroked her face gently before relaxing back, spreading my thighs. I looked her in the eyes, nodded, and said one word. “Suck.”
She went to work immediately and hungrily, sucking my cock between her lips and pushing her head down to get as much into her mouth as possible. She sucked me like this was her life’s purpose.
She popped the head of my cock out of her mouth, then slurped and licked my shaft from my balls to the very tip. Worshiping my penis, focusing her complete attention and not missing a millimetre with her tongue, lips and fingers.
Wrapping her hand around beneath my balls, she sucked them into my mouth one by one as her other hand held my dick; swirling her tongue relentlessly, putting all her energy into the task.
I relaxed and enjoyed her talented mouth, drinking the wine she’d served me and enjoying her happy looks up at me. Then I decided I wanted to try something different.
I reached for the wine bucket and told Lucy to suck on some ice cubes, before going back to sucking me. Her cold mouth on my hot cock and balls felt amazing, and her tongue was just as sensational.
Her mouth must have been hot, as the ice melted quickly and she dug in the bucket for more. Paying more attention to my balls now, she got lower and sucked them both into her cool mouth, and looked pleased with herself as I moaned.
We’d talked before about things she’d wanted to try; top of that list was licking my asshole. I could tell she was heading that way, but I wanted to toy with her.
As her tongue touched my perineum I told her to stop. She looked up at me, slightly surprised. “Ask me nicely,” I said sternly.
Lucy took a breath in, blushed deeply, closed her eyes and spoke, “Please Sir, may I lick your delicious asshole?”
I couldn’t help smirking at the tremble in her voice as she spoke, but I acquiesced and made myself comfortable where she had full access to my tight hole.
Tentatively at first, she dragged the tip of her tongue slowly around the pucker of my asshole. Testing and exploring this new sensation, but soon relaxing as her fantasy became very real. Soon her hands were on my cheeks, parting them gently to give her still ice-cold mouth plenty of space to explore this intimate part of my body.
Her tongue toying with my hole, until suddenly pushing inside. Except it stayed inside and went deeper, freezing cold inside me. I looked up in shock to see a mischievous and wicked grin on Lucy’s face. She’d pushed an ice cube up my ass!
I leapt to my feet, holding the riding crop. The first stinging impact hit her left ass cheek right in the centre, and her little squeal only spurred me on for another to match on her right cheek. She knew exactly what she was doing to provoke me, and she was going to get what she wanted and more.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Ten hard crop hits on each cheek and she’d gone quiet finally. Her ass glowed deep pink and outlines of the wide crop showed up in places.
“Anything to say, slut?” I hissed as she knelt with her forehead pressed to the floor.
“Thank you Sir,” Lucy whispered. “I am your willing hole.”