In the lobby of the Fontainebleau in Miami is a popular club, Liv—something of a Vegas-esque vibe, with a tropical, more sensual ambiance. At the time of our weekend stay, the hotel had just completed an expensive, well-publicized renovation restoring the property to its historic opulence.
The visit was an extension of a work-related trip to Florida, but with the added objective of spicing up our sex life which was beginning to show some monotony. With that in mind, we came prepared and equipped with various accessories from our toy chest: ankle binds, handcuffs, rope, blindfolds, vibrators, etc. She was in the mood to submit and I was going to take every advantage of the opportunity.
After spending the day at the beach and by the pool, followed by a wonderful dinner, we were ready to set the proper mood with some time at the club. Dancing is my favorite form of foreplay and the music and vibe were right on point.
After working up a bit of sweat, I was close to ready to head upstairs for the main course… but not before having her indulge my other fetish… watching her ooze sensuality for other men… seeing them trip over each other in her presence. As usual, it didn’t take too long for the vultures to begin circling. She was instructed to pick the suitor she found most attractive and head to the dance floor to push the envelope. She did not disappoint. There was ample swaying, grinding, and groping… all under my knowing and watchful eye. After a few songs, and rather abruptly, she left him on the floor, walked over to me, grabbed my stiff cock through my pants and yelled into my ear “please Sir. I need it.”
She didn’t have to say it twice.
Within minutes we were upstairs in the room—her blindfolded and bound on the bed, spread eagle with ankles bound to opposite posts, wrists clasped above her head. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see her pussy glistening with desire.
On my knees, and straddling her body at her shoulders, I smacked my cock on her pillow soft lips. “Somebody had a good time dancing tonight.”
“Yes Sir, I did.”
“You enjoyed his hands on your body… I could tell.”
“Only because I knew it pleased you.”
I reached behind me and ran my hand along her slit, her wetness coating my fingertips. I pushed them into her mouth, causing her instinctively to suck on them. “I think some of that taste comes from lustfulness for your other dance partner… does it not?”
She hesitated ever so slightly. I know my wife. I know what she needed and wanted.
“Perhaps I should go back downstairs and find him. I don’t think he was all that happy with the way you left him. Imagine what he might do if I gave him the key and he found you up here like this.”
“No…. please. Just fuck me Sir. I want it now.”
“No…. I decide. I don’t want to hear another word from you.”
I pressed my cock against her lips and she dutifully took me in. Her moan reverberated against my shaft and for a moment I lost my resolve to follow through with my plan. But the promise of a higher pleasure quickly snapped my resolve back into focus and I pulled away.
I made the point of making a lot of noise as I put my clothes back on. Sensing something is amiss, she began to pull against her binds, clearly fighting against an urge to speak, directly disobeying my command.
Without a word I opened the door, pausing for a moment to see if she breaks form and calls out. After a few heartbeats, I smiled to myself, pleased that she maintained discipline. The door slammed loudly behind me as I headed down the hallway to the elevators.
I spend the next few minutes walking the lobby, admiring the sea of exposed flesh, young nubile bodies on display in celebration of their sensuality. I actually didn’t find her dance partner, not that I ever really expected to. Sometimes I wonder what I might have done if I had spotted him…
After thinking enough time had elapsed I went back to the room, opening and closing the door in complete silence. Of course, she was still there, the only difference being the large wet spot that formed beneath her pussy.
“Hello?,” she offered.
No response.
I was naked in a flash, my cock throbbing with anticipation. Her body was on fire, her headspace clearly locked in the moment. Her breathing was labored, bordering on panting. I had never seen her like this before. She was again the insatiable sexpot from when we first started dating. Ready to fuck, always hungry for cock.
“Please… I don’t care anymore. Just take me.”
In many countless ways, I tortured her body with everything we brought with us. Nipple clamps, vibrators, dildo, anal beads… wave after wave of orgasm. Ordinarily she is not one for multiple climaxes… but on this night, her mind was set free, her body insatiable. I was in my element… having my way with her… owning her pleasure.
After more than a couple hours of play, I positioned myself for my own release—my cock, soaked with her cum, pressed deep into her throat, a fistful of hair providing leverage as rope after rope emptied into her. She swallowed it all skillfully and willfully, determined to savor every drop of her reward.
Without a word, I got up, again put my clothes back on and left. Only for a few minutes… just to complete the scene. When I returned, I again disrobed, and untied her, eventually spooning in complete silence… until her breathing finally slowed enough to allow her to fall asleep… but not before one final whisper….
“Thank you Sir….”
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