It was our third trip upstate. We were in the running for a large scale implementation, and later in the afternoon we had our the last presentation to company...to the extremely low profile elusive CEO. We were prepped and ready.
I loved our overnight trips. Once business was handled, they gave us our best chance to explore and indulge our darkest sides. Last time I'd left the state capital black and blue. ~sigh~
We'd arrived at Noon but thankfully had an early check-in to our suite. He'd spent the drive playing with my nipples and fingering my sloppy wet pussy. My thighs were slicker than hot grease. I'm pretty sure the valet had had no doubt how lovely our drive had been. The scent of sex in the car was unmistakable, and my hard nipples and the prominent ridge beneath His pressed trousers were also dead giveaways. lol
I rolled my overnight bag next to the dresser and dropped my laptop bag. The unmistakable lock to the hotel door sent a shiver of promise up my spine. I'd taken three steps toward the bathroom when He quietly called my name. I stopped and waited even though my bladder protested the pause.
He came up behind me and stroked the curve of my ass before trailing up my spine to clasp the back of my neck in a firm grip. "Where do you think you're going?" He whispered.
That Dominant grip and His assertion of control sent a wave of hot submission down my every nerve. I swallowed hard before answering. "I need to pee, Sir. May I?"
His low hum made me lightheaded. "Yes, let's."
I was confused, but after a momentary hesitation I followed the slight push where He held me.
He guided me into the large bathroom and had me step into the tub. "Turn around." His hands slid under the hem of my dress, and slowly they drifted up the outside of my thighs to push the fabric to my waist. "Hold your dress up and spread your legs wide. I want to watch my whore piss."
Heat flushed my face instantly in embarrassment. He was taking for Himself one of my last few moments of privacy.
"Spread your cunt lips. I want a good view."
Shame made me dizzy, but with a trembling hand I obeyed. My pussy was so wet from our play earlier I had to try several times to find the right position and angle that kept my full lips from slipping closed. My head fell back against the shower wall, and my eyes fluttered shut.
"No. Watch me. Watch me look at my whore."
I whimpered but again obeyed.
He leaned against the bathroom wall casually with His arms crossed, waiting. The crisp white dress shirt contrasted with His smooth dark skin. His cool business casual attire made my half nakedness even more...whorish and filthy. His gaze stayed firmly at the v of my thighs. "Your clit is so fucking hard and swollen from the last two hours. Beautiful. Now show me, baby. Show Daddy how nasty you are."
My legs trembled.
"Just relax. Let it happen. I want you to get used to me watching my property."
I took several deep breaths and tried to let go of my fear and tension. After long minutes, I could feel the urge to release slowly creep down further and further until finally my shame began to trickle between my thighs and splatter across the floor of the tub.
His eyes darkened noticeably, and He growl in approval. "That's a good bitch. A very good bitch."
The stream became steadier. The hot liquid burned rivers down my legs. Somehow I was both proud and humiliated, both emotions fueling a dark senseless need.
His hands went to His belt buckle, but His eyes continued to rape my heavy flushed lips, begging clit, and open spigot. His jaw was tight. The hard look of His face spoke of a ruthlessness I'd only glimpsed at once.
Heavy breathing replaced the sound of urination as my bladder finally emptied. I realized it was me. I was damn near panting.
The sound of His zipper drew my attention away from the intensity of His face. He pulled out His semi hard dick and stepped toward the edge of the tub. "Don't fucking move."
My heart rate spiked. I whimpered. Fuck...fuck...FUCK! I watched Him take two long breaths then the fiery stream of His piss singed and pounded my clit and cunt lips. I panted and an orgasm built inside me.
"I'm marking my fucking property," He growled. His shifted his aim and coated my thighs.
I whimpered. My cunt hole weeped.
"Turn around and show me dat ass."
I obeyed quickly, and He showered my pale cheeks and the back of my thighs. The sharp smell enveloped me. I arched my back, lifting my ass and His stream once again teased my cunt.
I came in a gush and a groan. Hard. Deep.
"You nasty whore. So fucking filthy." His stream slowed. "Who owns you?"
"You do, Sir," I whispered.
"Turned around and pull off your dress."
I obeyed, tossing it on the floor near the sink.
"You reek of me. I should make you wear my scent all day. Get on your knees and lick me clean like a good dog."
I came again even as I scrambled to get on my knees. It racked my body causing me to almost stumble. He still held His dick with one hand. I opened my mouth and moved toward Him, but he grabbed my hair with His other hand.
"Stick out your fucking tongue." Drops of hot piss still clung to the head of His rapidly hardening dick. "Lick every fucking drop, bitch." He brought me my communion, and I lapped it up like desperate sinner seeks a blessing. Every stroke of my tongue made Him harder and longer. "Good girl. Now suck," He ordered pulling my head by my hair toward Him.
I latched on. My lips swallowed His swollen head, and I sucked hard even as my tongue fluttered across His sensitive skin. I heard a sharp intake of breath. He wouldn't give me more than beautiful black bulb.
"Fuck...you sweet fucking bitch...you're killing me." With a groan He pulled me painfully off His dick. He slapped my face. Once. Twice. "Your job whenever we're alone is to lick me clean. Now, clean up. We aren't done. We have three hours before we have to leave. I plan on punishing you hard."
To be continued...
~DominaKat
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