This is a continuation of Owen and Kallie’s second encounter. It can stand on its own but you might be lost if you don’t read “Did You Mean it?”
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“Stand up”
“Yessir!” I say with a smirk, as I peel myself off of the hotel room door I’m slumped against. His eyes dance with amusement. Luckily, Owen enjoys my spirit. A glint of mischief flashes in his eyes as he steps back into the hallway from our protected alcove. He glances up and down the hall and then back at me.
“Take off your shirt.”
I blink at him and I can feel myself blushing as I realize what he wants. I bring my fingers to the hem of my shirt and hesitate, looking back at him.
“Problem, my sweet?”
“No,” I sigh, and then pull my baggy t-shirt up and over my head, making sure it catches on my tits as I do, feeling them bounce against my ribs once my shirt releases them.
I drop my shirt to the ground next to where my phone is sitting and look at him. His gaze is firmly fixed on my tits and the corners of his mouth turn up just a bit.
“Now your shorts”, he orders me, without raising his eyes to meet mine.
I waste no time pushing my shorts off my hips and stepping out of them as they fall to the ground. His eyes travel down my abdomen and settle on my bikini cut Beauty and the Beast panties. A grin cracks across his face as he lets out a soft snort. His amused eyes meet mine as he lightly shakes his head.
“What if it wasn’t me at your door?” He asks.
I shrug. “You told me not to change.”
He chuckles at that. “You always do follow orders. You may keep them on. I’m going to enjoy peeling those off of you!”
He turns down the hall and starts walking. I bend to pick up my clothes.
“You won’t be needing those. Come!” He says, already halfway to his room.
I grab my phone and room key, slide them into the band of the back of my panties, and peer around the corner before following him, my arms crossed over my tits. Nobody is in the hall so I hastily catch up, positioning my body behind his, in case anyone comes out of their room. I press up against his back as he steps into the alcove by the door to his room.
“Take a step back,” he says quietly.
I take the tiniest step back, keeping myself in the alcove.
“Another. Bigger this time.”
I step slightly into the hall, looking both ways. He turns to face me, leaning against his door.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I immediately meet his eyes. “Keep your eyes on me. Take two steps back. Big ones.”
I fix my gaze on his and take 2 big steps back until I’m in the middle of the wide hallway.
“Drop your arms.”
My heart is racing as I comply, wondering if anyone can see me, but I don’t dare look away from him. I can feel my panties getting damp. Part of me loves standing here exposed, under his watchful gaze.
“Squeeze your nipples, Whore.”
I slowly slide my hands up over my hips, my ribs, I cup my tits with them, then gently squeeze my nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
“Harder. Like Daddy would do it.”
I squeeze as hard as I can. My nostrils flare and my mouth falls open with a gasp.
“Yes, Slut. You like that, don’t you? Keep squeezing.”
His hand moves down the door until he finds the card reader for the key. He slides the key in, eyes on me the entire time. When he hears the click that indicates the door unlocked, he pushes down on the handle, but keeps watching me. I hear a door open down the hall and start to step towards him.
“Stay put.” He says, grinning ever so slightly at my discomfort.
I resist the temptation to look down the hall and stand there as directed. I hear voices getting closer to us. By now they must be able to clearly see me, standing in the hall in nothing but my Beauty and the Beast panties, hands on my tits, seemingly all alone. The grin on his face grows wider as he finally pushes the door open with his arm, and gestures me in.
I waste no time leaping across the hall and dashing in the door. I’m certain I’m blushing from the top of my ears all the way to my toes as I hear laughter in the hallway from the people passing the now shut door.
I feel his body graze against mine from behind and I freeze. His hands slide up my back and start to gather my hair at the nape of my neck. He pulls it all into a low ponytail, holding it in place with one hand, and he bends his head down to place a soft kiss on my shoulder. Heat blossoms where his lips touch and spreads down my back. A wave of butterflies rolls through my body. Tenderness is rare from him. I live for it.
“I love how you submit to me, sweet Kallie. The power is intoxicating.”
I shiver as his nose traces a faint path from my shoulder to my ear. He nuzzles into my neck as his other hand jerks my head back sharply by my hair. He whispers in my ear, “I think it’s time to get those panties off of you.”
With one hand holding my hair, and the other holding my arm, me moves me towards the bed. Once my thighs meet the mattress, he pushes my face down into the blanket. He takes my phone and room key out of the waistband and sets them on the night stand. His hand begins rubbing figure eights over my ass. Slow, firm strokes around one cheek, and then the other.
His hand leaves my ass then suddenly cracks down on my right cheek. I bite my wrist when I whimper, to keep from being too loud, as he resumes the figure eight pattern. His touch intensifying the sting from his slap. His hand disappears again, then claps across my left cheek, and again returns to rubbing my ass. I count in my head as this continues, one side, then the other, all the while rubbing in between. 3, 4, 5. Groaning against my wrist with every swat. 18, 19, 20. He stops.
Without a word, he slips my panties off my ass, slowly. He tugs them towards me so the band digs into my cheeks and burns the whole way down. “Mmmm.” He moans. “Beautiful, Fucktoy. Red. Just the way I like it.”
He lets my panties go at my knees and they fall to the floor. He lets go of my hair and both hands grab my ass, clawing his fingers deep into my flesh. He shakes my ass and lets out a quiet laugh. He bends over me and I can feel his hands working the buttons of his shirt against my back. He growls into my ear, “who do you belong to?”
“You,” I squeak out.
“What was that, slut? I couldn’t hear you.”
I move my arm away from my mouth. “You,” I say loudly.
“And who am I to you?” He asks.
“Master.”
He kisses my shoulder. “What else?”
“Daddy.”
He kisses my other shoulder. “And?”
“King.”
“That’s right,” he says as he stands and pushes his shirt off his shoulders. “You. Are. MINE!” he all but snarls, sending shivers up my spine. I hear his belt buckle clinking, followed by his zipper, then the muffled sound of his pants hitting the carpet. His hands both hit my ass with force and he spreads my cheeks apart. I feel his hard cock nudge against my pussy.
He grabs my hips and pulls them back into him as his dick slips up and down my slit. He holds me firmly against him and slowly pushes into my wetness. He pumps hard, and I moan in pleasure. He pumps again and I hear him groan. He releases my hips and grabs my wrists. He pulls my arms behind me, lifting my chest off the bed, and grips them together in one hand. His other hand snakes around to the front of my throat, giving a gentle squeeze as he keeps pumping into me, hard and slow.
He picks up his pace and holds me, hovering over the mattress, moaning in pleasure. I can feel an orgasm building in me, my pussy tightening around his cock. He halts right as I’m about to cum.
“You don’t get to cum yet, Slut. I haven’t made you scream!” He slowly moves his cock in and out of me, keeping me quivering on the brink of climax. He pulls back on my wrists, and my shoulders start to burn. His hand on my neck tightens as he thrusts back into me.
I begin to feel lightheaded as his thumb and fingers press on either side of my throat, slowing down the blood flow. He continues his slow pace, leaving me right on the edge.
“Do you want to cum, Slut?”
I try to nod but can’t move my head against his tight hold on my throat.
“Yes”, I manage to choke out.
“Then beg” he commands and drops his hand from my throat.
I suck in a deep breath while I squirm against his slow thrusts.
“Please,” I say once I’ve taken a few deep breaths.
“Please what?”
“Please, let me cum?” His pace increases a tiny bit.
“Louder.” His free hand latches on to one of my tits and squeezes my nipple just as hard as I did in the hall. I hiss in pleasure.
My shoulders are burning but his hand on my tit and his cock inside me feel like heaven. “Please let me CUM!”
“No.” His voice drops low. “I think Daddy needs to cum first. Beg for *my* cum.”
Fuck! I’m so desperate for release. I squirm harder against him. His hand on my tit moves to push on my lower back and traps my hips against the bed. No more squirming. He pulls harder on my wrists and I whimper at the burning in my shoulders.
“Please Daddy! Please cum for me!” I say weakly.
“Louder, Slut!” He repeats his earlier command.
“Daddy! PLEASE! Cum for me. I need your cum, Daddy!”
He begins to move faster in me. Slamming deep into my pussy, his thighs clapping against my ass.
“Cum where?”
“Cum IN me, Daddy. Cum deep inside me.”
“Say “please”. he barks, as he moves even faster.
“Please, Daddy. Cum in me. Please! CUM. IN. ME!” I beg as he pounds even faster.
His hand releases my wrists and both hands grab my hips as he drills into me, fast and so deep. I’m sure anyone can hear my moans through these thin hotel room walls at this point. I can’t bring myself to care.
Suddenly, his grip tightens and he holds me against him, letting out a long groan and I feel his cum flood deep inside my pussy. Hot and thick. I feel the release I’ve been waiting for overcome me as I scream “YES! Yes, Daddy, YES!!” My pussy shudders around his cock as he pumps the last of his cum into me.
He collapses onto me, then rolls onto his side, pulling me with him. I shift onto my back and he lowers his head to rest on my chest, gently squeezing my shoulders, that are now on fire. He lets out a content sigh as I run my fingers through his hair, lightly scraping his scalp with my nails.
******
I don’t know how much time passed, but I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I’m aware of is his touch on my arm, soft but firm. “Wake up, Kallie. It’s almost time to get you back to your room.”
My eyes flutter open to find his beautiful cock, hard and ready, inches from my eyes. I angle my head back so my lips can meet the tip, swirling my tongue around the head. I can taste myself on him.
“Good girl,” Owen says, as he shifts to straddle my shoulders. He rests his forehead on the wall behind me and begins to pump his dick in and out of my mouth. He starts slow but quickens his thrusts almost instantly. His eyes are locked on mine the entire time he furiously fucks my face.
“My beautiful Whore. What do you say we send you back with a souvenir?” I feel a grin spread across my face, as best it can with my lips wrapped around his cock. He returns my smile, pulling his cock out of my mouth. He strokes himself just inches from my face, I watch his face, mesmerized at the way his mouth falls open and his lower jaw thrusts forward in ecstasy.
Without warning, hot spurts of sticky cum land on my face. My tongue darts out to taste it. “Mmmm,” I moan. His taste is ambrosia. My smile broadens.
He melts into the wall, still straddling my shoulders, and stares at me while his breathing slows to normal. Eventually he lifts one leg over me and falls onto his side. I snuggle up to him, as best I can, careful to avoid getting his cum on him. He glances out the window and nods his head towards the faint glow on the horizon.
“I think it’s time you get back to your room. Get a few hours rest. You have another busy night ahead of you.”
My smile reaches cheek splitting levels as I realize what that means. He slides out of bed and hands me my phone and room key. He bends to pick up my panties but doesn’t place them in my waiting hand.
“I think I’ll be keeping these.”
“But I’ll have nothing to wear back to my room!” I exclaim.
“And?” He says as he raises an eyebrow at me, a smug smirk on his face.
He reaches his hand out to me and pulls me up to him. Me on my knees on the bed and him standing on the floor. He wraps his arms around me and spins until I’m hovering over the floor and lowers me until my toes hit the carpet. He places a gentle kiss on the crown of my head and takes a deep breath in, just holding me against him.
“Ok, Babygirl, time to go.” Owen turns me around and gives my ass a light pat. He follows me to the door as I stare out the peep hole to make sure the hall is empty. He grabs my hand as I step into the hall. Holding it loosely while I look both ways to see if the coast is clear. I look back at him one last time and reluctantly step out of his reach before running the short distance to my own room, naked except for the cum on my face. I dash into the alcove for my door and unlock it as quickly as I can, not stooping to pick up my clothes still waiting in the corner until I’m inside the darkness of my room.
I go clean up my face, taking a moment to admire the mess in the mirror before I do, then pull my shorts and shirt back on before climbing into bed next to my husband. He reaches out in his sleep and pulls me into him. I nuzzle against him and welcome the exhaustion that pulls me towards unconsciousness. I grin at the feeling of Owen’s cum trickling out of my pussy as I drift off.
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