hot … I could look at him like this for hours.
‘There’s the small matter of you being late. Two minutes. Explain.’ His jaw is rigid, his eyes blazing.
He is very aroused.
Automatically I put my hands behind my back and clasp them loosely together. We used to do this often, but it’s been a while …
‘Forgive me, Sir,’ I manage. ‘I’d no idea. I thought I was on time.’
It’s a feeble excuse at best and nowhere near enough to let me off the hook he’s planning.
‘Two minutes. How many seconds in a minute?’
‘Sixty, sir.’ My whisper is a little shaky. I know what is coming.
‘And in two?’
‘A hundred and twenty, Sir.’ I hang my head.
His eyes narrow with a terrifying gleam. ‘Then you’ll get a spanking of one hundred and twenty strokes. Sixty now. Get over my knee.’
With a surge of excitement I clamber into position and he pulls up my scanty, rumpled skirt.
First he teases me with lube, his fingers lingering provocatively at my openings and then easing deep into one of them. That one. I gasp. After a second he probes it with something tapered and frighteningly solid. That feels lubed too.
‘Had you forgotten? I promised you something new. Relax, it’s going in whether you like it or not’
It’s a butt plug. I clench my teeth as he slides the huge, obscene thing into place. My muscles grip it eagerly. My clit gives an answering jolt of arousal – and then it begins.
He starts light but the blows come thick and fast. In all the excitement my breasts tumble out of my plunging neckline and bounce against his thigh.
Every few strokes he pauses to massage and caress me. His touch is unbearably gentle. Tears smart at the back of my eyes from the sting of the blows but they spill over at the tenderness of his touch. Then he starts again.
After a while I come violently, crying out for a pause to catch my breath and savour the pleasure, but he carries on, ignoring my pleas.
During the next ten strokes my excitement begins to build again and this time I can feel his erection jut painfully into my leg. I’m poised on the brink of another massive orgasm when he shifts position and cruelly moves his knee away from my aching, burning centre.
Now the jolt of his hand prods me ever closer to climax but I never quite reach it. My tears and whimpers get louder as I try to wriggle back into position.
Deliberately he fends me off and forces me to keep still. I can hear a low growl of arousal deep in his throat. ‘You want to come again? When I say so, not before.’
Ow. Harsh words, but just. I feel hotter than ever.
At last the spanking is done and I lie on the bed panting with my burning backside high in the air. His hands are hot now. With one last, glorious fondle he massages me again and then pushes me back onto my knees.
‘Now a small token of thanks. Take it in your mouth.’
He’s still angry. Most of his rage seems to be centred in his purplish, swollen erection. It almost burns in my mouth. As I swirl my tongue around the silky skin he shudders convulsively and lets out a deep male groan.
‘Hey, easy. We’ve a long way to go yet.’
Easy is impossible, his cock is too big. It’s all I can do to swallow but he pulls me forward a few times to set up a rhythm and soon I’m gulping lustily, catching my breath between strokes and stifling my gag reflex as best I can.
I love this, choking on him, being filled by him. I could do this for hours …
He pulls me over his knee again.
At that moment there’s a knock at the door. It opens softly and someone comes in.
‘Room service, Sir.’
It’s the kindly barman. He holds a tray aloft, bearing another cocktail and two scotches. He pauses just inside the door, transfixed, his eyes locked on my burning rear end, my spilling breasts and the huge, jutting erection clearly visible below my arched body.
‘Where would you like it, Sir?’
Mr Alpha pushes me off his knee and gives me a stern look as he commands me to keep still. I kneel obediently, glad of a chance to catch my breath. He strides purposefully over to the barman, commanding me to stand.
As I do so the barman stares at me, taking me in. He pales.
I flush crimson and dash away a tear.
Mr Alpha towers over him, magnificent, erect, rampant. He looks sensational. The barman is visibly moved, but his glance keeps stealing towards me.
He lowers his voice. ‘Are you sure about this, Sir? She’s gorgeous. I could come back later –’
Mr Alpha’s jaw stiffens and the poor man falters into silence. They continue to eye each other.
I’m worried now. Is it me who’s intruding here?
‘Chill. It’s just a bit of fun. Have a drink.’ Mr Alpha gently takes the tray out of his hand, sets it down on a side table and hands him a scotch.
It’s then that I realise – he’s brought three drinks.
He’s here by invitation.
At that moment Mr Alpha glances across and my fears are laid to rest. Mr Alpha’s physique clearly overawes the barman but when Mr Alpha eyes him something in his look remains veiled.
When he looks at me – pow. There’s the heat.
Now he fingers the barman’s lapel, a seemingly intimate gesture that only seconds before I might have misread.
‘You’re a little overdressed.’
The barman begins to tear at his buttons but Mr Alpha places a hand on his arm. He signals to me to come forward. ‘She’ll do it.’
I step close to the little barman and smile shyly up into his face. ‘Are you sure you’re up for this?’
He looks at me wildly. ‘You think? Lady, this is all my birthdays rolled into one.’
And I notice that he too is erect. So slowly, carefully, I take off his clothes. He sighs and closes his eyes long before I’ve finished.
I feel a little shaky under Mr Alpha’s stern gaze, but he looks on in silence. When the barman is naked I move my hands slowly over his soft, fair body.
He’s shorter than Mr Alpha and less well endowed. All the same his erection’s pretty impressive and very responsive. As my fingers stray into the soft, golden curls nestling around his root he shudders, lips parted, showing pretty white
