[MF] [Rough] The Hotel

She didn’t know what she was getting in for when she begged for it.

Never mind Rose was curled up into my arms now, sleeping softly, in clean white sheets. We were in our hotel room and we had basically been in bed since “The Experience” two days ago. 

She had shown up, shaken beyond belief, after we were done. Her eyes were wide with lust and her usual submissive demeanour had gone out of the window. She wanted me and so took me selfishly, riding me hard to a series of orgasms that she spent a good while recovering from. And then went for more. I let her, loving the reaction and change in her.

I’d massaged Rose down after of course, praised her, bathed her, caressed her hair and even read to her as she fell asleep. Two days had passed with me lavishing attention and pampering her in bed, kissing every part of her skin and telling her she was beautiful. And she had recovered, slowly but surely. After that level of intensity, it always takes a while.

After that wild night when she came back to the room, our room we first stayed in when dating years ago, she hadn’t wanted anything more on subsequent ones. Tonight, she was ready again, it was vanilla, sweet, tender and romantic. She’d rolled off me with an orgasmic sigh of satisfaction, pressed her back to me and fallen asleep, back to her usual self. It was a far cry from the event that brought us here. 

Then, I had pushed her bounds. And Rose had loved it every minute.

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“Junior River View Suite, Our hotel. London. 9 PM Friday. Fine lingerie and heels,” the text read simply to her. I had told her the summons could come at any time. I knew she was with her friends and that she had left immediately, this could not wait. I had fired it off and waited in the bar, eventually seeing her arrive a few hours later, grab a key from the front desk clerk and head upstairs. 

I entered the room shortly after. Rose was standing just inside the doorway of the sumptuous suite, wearing her favourite choker, imperial purple lingerie and white heels. Gorgeous, yet I didn’t voice it so.

I threw my coat over her face and went straight to the mini bar, ignoring her. 

I watched her in the corner of my eye as I set my bag down and fixed a drink for myself. Just myself. She recovered admirably, but confused, and hung my coat in a closet.

“You’re not as attractive as the usual girl I fuck,” I grunted. My voice was gruff and I wasn’t looking at her. Instead I admired the view, the River Thames lit up at night past the balcony outside.

I saw her reflection in the window. She was stunned.

I downed my drink and walked over to her as she stood in the middle of the room. I played with her bra strap, then her thong. Without fanfare, romance or kink, I pulled Rose’s underwear down. I similarly pulled her bra and pulled it around her waist leaving her the task of removing it.

I walked round her slowly, inspecting her as she stood there. She moved her hand to cover up, I gripped her wrist and pulled it back down, growling.

I grunted as my eyes roved over her, “I’ll settle for you.” I still inspected Rose, slowing my walk, poking, prodding and testing the tautness of her skin. My hands roved over her small breasts, lifting one and squeezing. I grunted dissatisfaction. She flushed.

I found a marker and began to draw on her skin. “Here, here, here can improve,” I said, over her legs and ass. “Here definitely,” I said as I drew over her tits. “Here too,” I made lines over her face. Plastic surgery lines, critiquing her form. “With these improvements you’d make a fine bimbo trophy wife.”

She blushed hard, confidence finally coming to the surface, “I’m not going to take this, I-”

I covered her mouth with my hand and slammed her back into the wall so the picture frames rattled. She blinked her eyes in surprise. I violently slid my calloused, rough, thick, dry fingers into her without warning. She gasped and strained, her voice muffled, behind my hand over her lips and her legs kicked.

My breath was hot in Rose’s face, stinking of whisky. My body was far too close for comfort and I certainly wasn’t being intimate. I was domineering, using my physical size over her small, naked vulnerability. My hand fucked her roughly.

“I take what I want. You’re nothing but a piece of meat to me. You’re just as disposable as the next one who walks in here. So, if you’re good, if you’re lucky, I’ll fuck this loose cunt. And if I cum in it, you’ll find it a blessing.” 

Yet she still looked at me defiantly with tear filled eyes. My fingers came out of her just as fast as they went in and she involuntarily shut her legs at their passing. I back handed her across the face with my moist digits, a slap would have been too good for her.

To my satisfaction she looked down. Her tears began mingling with her mascara and eyeliner and it began to stream down her face.

“You look like you’ve had the body of a fat, greedy girl that’s been worked over in the gym and starved too long. You don’t have any curves like a woman anymore.” 

I went to my bag and pulled out an underbust corset. Her eyes went wide momentarily and she continued to stand there, paralyzed. I wrapped it around her waist and cinched it to a gasp from her lips. 

Rose shrieked in surprise. My hand had her hair knotted and I was throwing her face down to the floor. I pinned a knee into her back and pulled hard on the ties at her back, tightening the corset even further. I held her, pinned and gasping for air under my body weight while she squirmed and fought, as I pulled again and finally tied a bow at her lower back.

I hoisted her up by the corset. “I can’t breathe,” she gasped.

I stepped back, looking her over. Her waist was narrow and her hips flared out, a classic hourglass. “Do I care? No. I only care that you look more like a shapely woman now.” I backhanded a breast and she recoiled. “Well, as much as these excuses allow.” I slapped again. Her breasts spilled over the top of the lingerie.

My eyes narrowed, fixating on her choker. “Who said you could wear that?” I growled, anger seething.

Rose momentarily stopped gasping, taking shallow breaths. “I… I… I thought-” she stammered nervously.

I advanced on her. Her back against the wall again. I seized her chin and forced it up. She tiptoed to accommodate me. 

I pulled the choker off her and ground it into the floor under my dress shoe. She looked on in shock, tears in her eyes. “You don’t get to wear that. You don’t even get to wear a leash.” I pulled Rose down flat on the floor by her hair again. She screamed for me, deliciously high, as she fell, her hands trying desperately to loosen my grip. “Stay.”

I returned after rummaging around in my bag again. I crouched over her, my shin pressing down into the back of her neck. She gasped and tried to rise but I kept my weight on her. Her hands thrashed at first, then worked in to a frenzy as she realized what was happening.

I pressed a butt plug into her. “L-” Rose whimpered as it began.

“Why would I waste good lube on you?” I lectured down. My voice was flat, rhetorical, as I interrupted her.

I pulled at the curved hook on the other end of the plug. Rose felt it move and rose to meet it. By this point I had added a leash to the hoop at the end of the hook. 

I led her, crawling, to in front of an arm chair. She was panting, squirming and I could see her makeup running down her pretty face as she was on all fours in front of me.

I ignored her. I just got into the seat, put my feet across her back, sipped a new drink and worked.

Rose has been mine for years. I know exactly what she loves, hates, and what her limits are. What drives her wild. Her insecurities. She’s confident, she knows she’s got an incredible gym fit figure, even with petite breasts which I adore. She’s powerful at work, an equal to me at home, driven and ambitious. And she loves the attention I give her.

Which is why this was so excruciating. Rose was under my feet, holding her position on all fours, barely able to breathe in a corset too tight for her, and worst of all I was ignoring her. 

She finally broke. “Can I-”

I growled, using the tip of my shoe to close her chin and hold her head up. She understood the message.

Knowing Rose, knowing her body, I did nothing she’d like. I didn’t spank her ass and turn her on. I didn’t praise her, tell her she’s beautiful or the opposite and call her names. I didn’t tie her up either. I did know she could take what I had given out so far and what I had planned left.

For two hours I had her hold this post. Her head was drooping down as her stamina waned. I kept pulling the leash, tugging at the plug in her, to stop her from moving.

I slipped headphones over my head and plugged it into my phone. Then unbuckled my belt and pulled my cock out. Rose’s head turned to watch me. I deliberately let her see my screen. She watched as I brought up porn on my phone: a woman who looked exactly like her masturbating for me. Watched as I stroked my hardening cock, the leash still in my hand. Each movement pulled at the toy inserted in her ass. She moaned and her eyes fluttered as she watched me in a daze.

I stood without warning. She gasped as I again gripped her by her hair and brought her up to her knees. She made a feeble attempt to pull my hand away which earned her another eye sweltering backhand.

My cock pressed past Rose’s lips. I wasn’t gentle. Her fingers pressed against me in resistance but that barely slowed me down as I held her head in my hands and fucked her skull. She choked on my cock as it hit the back of her throat. She was taking shallow breaths due to the corset, now her face was turning red as I pressed into her.

She backed away and my hard cock followed, hammering into her mouth. Her saliva drenched my shaft and dripped down her chest as her mouth slackened. The back of her head hit a dresser and I had her pinned, my hips thrusting into her. I gripped her chin and held her mouth shut as my orgasm built, pounding her. 

I didn’t even look at her through my assault. Rose was just a warm hole to me and she knew it. My eyes were fixed on my phone, I was going to cum when her porn starlet twin did.

I pulled out of her without warning and my cum shot hard over her face. It went into her hair, down her nose, over her cheek and lips and down her chin. I grunted, stroking rapidly, then shoved my cock back into her mouth so I could use it to milk the rest. I gave myself a final shudder and pulled out, sighing.

Rose was gasping for air, her mouth finally free, back on her hands and knees. I had her follow me around as I went to the phone and began ordering room service. I got something I knew she’d like. As I was speaking on the phone, I realized a drop of cum had landed on my shoe and I wiped it casually on her hanging breast.

I led her by her anal leash to the wardrobe and opened it. She looked up at me. I didn’t look down, I just grabbed her hair and tugged on the leather, dragging her inside. I tied the leash to the bar inside so Rose couldn’t sit down, she had to squat and lean in an awkward position. I slammed the one door on her. I casually pushed the other, without care, just enough so she could see outside. 

Room service came and delivered the food after a while. I had taken the opportunity to shower and put on a bathrobe. I thanked the man and he left, oblivious to the naked cum covered woman in the wardrobe that was peeking out. I know she was watching.

I opened the doors and pulled Rose out using the leash. I gripped her shoulder hard and had her kneel next to me, her hands outstretched. I made her hold the ice bucket with the wine in it.

As I sat down, I looked at her in disgust. “You reek of sex.” I took the cold bag from the wine bucket and poured out the ice. It went over her head, a tiny hole left for Rose to breathe from. I knew the smell of my cum on her face would concentrate under the bag and be overpowering for her. 

So I ate slowly.

Each lowering of the ice bucket earned another pull on her chain. She was whimpering with each movement, trembling and uncomfortable as her arms struggled with the position.

I was done eating and I was ready to have her again. I felt myself stir at her whimpers and I looked down at her. She was watching me through the clear bag, finally sighing with relief as I took the bucket from her and immediately dropping her arms. I pulled the plastic off her face and she breathed fresh air.

I made her follow me to the bathroom, grabbed the soap, and then had her crawl to the balcony door and wait till I opened it. Rain splashed in, a heavy downpour had started during dinner. 

“You’re filthy.” I commented plainly, a verbal slap in the face. I tossed the soap at her chest and it hit with a slap, shocking her. She still caught it. “You disgust me. Wash. Everything”

She looked at me, confused, then stood and turned to go to the bathroom. I pulled on her leash, yanking her back. “Outside.” I growled, betraying my impatience.

Her eyes were wide for a second, then looked to the ground in defeat. She went out into the wet and cold and began to wash her face and any exposed piece of skin. She was on a balcony at one of the fanciest hotels in London, near naked, washing herself in a rain storm with bathroom soap, for all to see. Her eyes were fixed on mine, I was in the comfort of the warm room. Rose had a look of defeat.

I didn’t order her in, I just pulled on the leash. She was cold and shivering, the lace soaked through. I made no attempt to dry her wet skin or hair. I grabbed her by the corset and again had her face down on the carpet. I gripped the hook on the plug, pulling it up so her ass would be in the air, before pulling it out to her gasps of “Thank you”.

It was short lived. I squatted over her and slid my cock into her ass, digging my fingernails into her cheeks. I always loved that position, I could fuck with abandon using it. She was looser after the plug and I took full advantage to fuck her hard. She groaned, gripping where she could but her fingernails found no purchase. I pounded into her, relentlessly.

It took longer, she was looser and it was my second round. I abused her body while she was cold and shivering, moaning under me. Rose’s screams and moans of “Fuck me,” were incredible. And finally, I came inside her, grunting in relief.

I slid my cock out of her and left her panting for air. I got dressed relatively quickly, without saying a word, leaving her wet and on the floor.

My hands found her hair and I pulled her up on her knees. I found the leash, the butt plug and it’s hook still attached to it, and draped it around her neck so the steel rested between her breasts. Her chest still heaved in the restrictive corset but she was too exhausted to move. I grabbed her chin. I stuffed a wad of money rolled up in to her mouth to complete the picture. 

And I left Rose unceremoniously and without a word.

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