“Tom and I” Pt3 [FM] Light BDSM, Hotel Sex

*Preface: Hey, welcome back to Part 3! Apologies it’s a little later than expected but thanks so much for anyone who’s sticking around to read these pieces, I really appreciate it! I know this one is really long (if that’s not the preferred format on here please let me know, I’m more than happy to reduce the plot if that’s preferable) so feel free to skip around if that’s ideal for you.*
*I hope you enjoy!*

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(*Vague backstory: The character is married to a man named Graham who she is in an unhappy relationship with. She has been having sexual fantasies about Graham’s coworker Tom, who previously caught her masturbating in a car and fantasising about him. In the last part, they met up at an office party and snuck away together to Tom’s brother’s apartment to have sex, during which they hear someone opening the door.)

*TOM AND I*

It was only at the sound of the key clicking in the door five minutes later that we pulled ourselves apart.

Tom rushed to put his trousers back on, and I began hastily searching for where he had put my dress. The front door was open and I could faintly hear someone walking towards the bedroom.

“Be quick,” Tom whispered as I hurriedly shoved my dress on over my head. He grabbed the door handle and pressed it down, walking out into the light of the hallway. I could hear the murmurs of somebody talking to Tom in a quiet voice as I quickly dashed to the bathroom, careful not to be seen or heard.

The voice of a woman began rising throughout the apartment, growing much louder and intermingling with Tom’s. I couldn’t make out the words, but it seemed heated. I knelt down next to the tub, feeling a little woozy from the alcohol and the high pressure situation.

After a while, things seemed to calm down outside and I heard the sound of footsteps heading back to the front door. After the latch clicked, Tom re-entered the room with a comedically loud sigh.

“You okay?” He said, seeing me next to the tub.

“Yeah. What was that about?”

“That,” he gestured vaguely, “was my brother’s girlfriend, Alecia. Or rather former girlfriend. It turns out I was the one who broke the news to her.”

I shot him a quizzical look.

“Why didn’t he tell her before he left?”

“Based on what I gleaned from the three drunken Voicemails he left me, it seems she wasn’t entirely faithful and he wasn’t entirely happy with that.”

I let out a small, awkward laugh because I wasn’t sure what to say. Tom looked at me for a little while, before walking through to the bathroom and gently holding my arm to pick me up. He helped carry me to the bed and gently lay me down, slowly lifting my arms and removing my dress over my head. He quickly removed the trousers he was wearing and began spooning me on the bed. We remained silent for a few moments.

“What did you think when you saw me in the car? Outside the office, when I was on my own?”

He let out a cheeky, boyish grin. “Where did that come from?”

“Just something I was thinking about.”

“I liked it. But I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to like it – you lying there, enjoying yourself and me watching for a few seconds. Your husband would have killed me.”

I could feel myself turning bright red, even in the darkness.

“But then I thought – here’s a man who’s completely forgotten about his wife. And that’s when I decided I needed to eat you out at least.”

We both let out an uninhibited laugh. He began to play with my hair softly and gripped my waist. I could feel him getting hard again at the thought, but we were both too sleepy for another round. We drifted off quietly, both feeling happy at the events of the evening.

When I returned home in the morning, Graham was nowhere to be found. I imagined he had left for work, maybe for an early morning session with one of his clients. Where did he think I disappeared to last night? I don’t think the premise of someone wanting to take me home would even cross Graham’s mind – to him I was just a pawn in the supplementation of his career.

I quickly grew desperate to see Tom again. Something inside me hungered for him; the kind of feeling I had never experienced before. A deep, gnawing desire that could only be remedied by his touch. I wanted him inside me with no risk of distraction or interruption.

A few weeks later, I managed to book a hotel for a weekend in a neighbouring city. Graham had been uptight and difficult and I was terrified he was going to suspect something (if he didn’t already). Everything I did seemed to agitate him, so when I told him I was going on a mini-break with one of my friends maybe he saw it as a welcome relief.

“Tom?” I whispered down the phone. “I’ve booked us a hotel.”

“If you send me the details, I’ll be there. I have a present for you.”

I grinned into the phone, already feeling myself blush again. He had that kind of effect on me.

“What kind of present?”

“You’ll see when I give it to you.”

Graham walked into the living room carrying his running shoes and I had to stop myself from smiling.

“Yes Lisa, I’ve booked the hotel for the 25th and check-in starts at 4:00. Will you be able to make that?” I asked, cocking my head slightly.

“Why yes, darling, I can’t wait to drink Cosmos and lounge around in my bikini…”

I held my hand over my mouth to suppress a laugh and Graham looked over at me oddly. I hoped he didn’t suspect anything – or God forbid, run into Lisa while out running.

The night before the hotel trip, I was a bag of nerves. I spent most of it trimming my body hair in the shower and trying on different lipstick shades to see which was most flattering. My hands were shaking with the excitement at the prospect of a whole weekend with Tom.

In the morning I kissed Graham goodbye and packed up the car. I let a meditation podcast play in the background in a feeble attempt to soothe my nerves as I focused my attentions on the road ahead of me. When I arrived outside the hotel, I was greeted by a phonecall from Tom.

“It’s me,” he said in his deep voice.

“Hey, are you nearly here?”

“I’m just waiting outside, I think I can see your car.” I looked up and saw him standing next to the double doors, waving at me. I quickly parked up and grabbed my suitcases from the boot. Almost immediately he started walking to me and beckoned for me to hand him my bags.

“I can do that perfectly fine on my own,” I said with a grin, as he picked up my purple suitcase.

“I know you can, but I want to instead.” He leaned in and kissed me deeply.

We managed to get our keys from reception and headed up the fancy elevator, before finding our room in the hallway. Once we scanned the key-card, I quickly dropped the handbag I was carrying next to the bed, and gestured at Tom to leave my suitcase there too.

“I’m hopping in the shower. I’m fucking sweaty,” I said with a comedic sigh.

“No, no, I understand – my presence leaves you desperate to get naked.”

He grinned cheekily and sat down on the bed, unzipping his bags and rummaging through them for something. I took a quick shower and returned, hair dripping and standing in my underwear with a towel in hand.

Tom held onto something in his hands as he sat on the bed, and I quickly cuddled up next to him.

“What have you got there?”

“Do you trust me?”

I considered the question for a moment, before gently nodding my head. Tom smiled and walked to the other side of the room, beginning to fiddle in one of the suitcases he brought.

“Shut your eyes,” he said, with such confidence that I had no other choice. I waited for a few moments, sitting cross-legged on the bed.

“Hold out your hands.”

I willingly obliged and felt something quickly snap around my wrist, making me jump.

“Tell me to stop if you want me to stop,” he said calmly, as I felt the handcuff around my wrist snap to the hotel bed’s headboard. I didn’t tell him to stop. I could feel the comforting tightness around my wrists as he handcuffed my other arm.

“I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve thought about it but I’ve never done it,” I said, my eyes still pressed shut.

“That’s fine.” I could tell by his voice that he had a smile playing around his lips. “Open your eyes.”

My eyes opened and I saw Tom standing above me, his typical Cheshire grin spreading across his face. I could tell he loved to see me like this.

“Was this my present?” I asked, smiling up at him.

“Some of it. But what are we going to do now?” He humourously scratched his chin. “Room service?”

We both let out a big laugh and the handcuffs around my wrists tightened as I moved. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with him, and it didn’t require dinner.

I stayed silent for a moment. “If anything, I think this is actually your present, not mine.”

He began to circle the bed with one eyebrow raised. I saw an erection stirring in his trousers.

“Oh? And what should be yours?” He licked his lips slowly and rested both of his hands on the footboard of the bed.

I began to blush again, the heat in my cheeks reflecting the ever-increasing heat I felt between my thighs.

“How about you take my underwear off and I’ll show you?” I said, with such a confidence that it even shocked me.

He bared his teeth in another one of his huge grins and crept around to the side of the bed. He ran his hand along the mattress very slowly, inching towards my thigh. I felt myself shiver with anticipation.

“Oh, you’re the one in control are you?”. He began to run his fingers against my clitoris through my underwear, gently stimulating it. I bit my lip in response, which only seemed to arouse him further.

“Because from where I’m standing, you’re the one chained to the bed.”

He slowly drew his finger up from my clitoris towards my stomach and lifted my underwear slightly. He slid his hands underneath, softly brushing me his fingertip every few moments which caused me to quickly draw my breath. As my body responded to his movement, he began to play with my clit which was now wet and throbbing.

“Tell me you like it,” he drawled, his finger rubbing against me.

“Oh god, I like it,” I said as I moaned softly, the sounds of his fingers against my wetness echoing throughout the room. My eyes were shut tightly with the pleasure, and I couldn’t move without the cuffs around my wrists tightening and restraining me further.

“Look who’s begging now,” he said with a grin. He inched his face closer to my vulva and began to slowly lick me up and down. His tongue was so warm and wet, I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to feel any part of him inside me.

He slowly moved his tongue upwards, refocusing it on my clit. My legs tightly clenched against his ears and I began to thrust myself roughly against his tongue. I was in heat. I would do anything to feel him deep inside me, I wanted to moan his name with every stroke.

He gently pushed two fingers inside me and the pleasure was too much. With the fast strokes of his fingers and the wetness of his tongue, I began to climax – my fluids covering him as I pushed my vulva against him. I let out a final animalistic moan in ecstasy and the wave came over me as I gripped the handcuffs tightly. I felt my muscles release and I fell back onto the bed where he continued gently licking my clit, the sensitivity causing me to shake and spasm.

My face was burning hot and I could feel the sweat pooling at my lower back. He lifted himself on top of me, smiling and began to deeply kiss me. I tasted my cum on his tongue as his erection began to gently poke my thigh.

“Was that enough of a present for you?”

I gripped onto his waist with my legs and kissed him passionately. When he drew away, I saw a patch of my wetness lining his trousers. I breathed deeply for a few moments.

“You’ve given me a gift, it’s only fair to return the favour.” I said calmly.

He threw his head back in laughter. I saw him reach for one of the hotel towels as he patted down the back of his neck.

“And what would that be?” He faced away from me and undid the button of his jeans to make room for his large erection.

“Unlock me and find out.” I shook my arms and the handcuff clinked against the wooden headboard. He raised a quizzical eyebrow, but came to the bedside and unlocked the cuffs with a key he drew from his trousers.

I sat up in bed and rubbed my pink wrists, grinning up at him. “Stand still.”

He obliged and I grabbed the handcuffs from his hand and told him to shut his eyes. The handcuff I was holding snapped onto his wrist, before I lifted his arm to the overhead canopy. There was a small gap in the design and I fed the cuff through before attaching it to his other arm. I saw him smiling through closed eyes, and I began to pull down his jeans and underwear. He was now standing fully naked and restrained next to the bed, looking as delicious as ever.

“How the tables have turned,” he said, with an endearing grin. I let out a small giggle in response, and slowly licked his lower stomach, wrapping my hands around his waist. I took his shiver as my cue to begin slowly sucking his tip as his hips jutted out to meet my mouth. He rutted his hips foreward and moaned, the handcuffs above him tapping against the board.

“Oh, fuck…” His mouth opened with the pleasure as I slowly began to take him into my throat. I could feel his muscles contracting as my lips spread around around him, the saliva in my mouth beginning to drip across his cock and down my chin. Our rhythms increased suddenly as he began to push his penis deeper into my mouth, my fingernails digging into his hips with the passion. He was pumping quickly when he let out a low, earthy growl;

“I’m going to cum.” I took him quickly to the back of my throat and began to move, staring up at him as we made eye contact. He let out one final grunt and pulled his dick out of my mouth, letting me stroke him for a few seconds before covering my lips with his cum. He was panting and sweating and looking down at me, and I licked my lips and swallowed his semen without breaking eye contact. He grinned – warm in the face and sweating, but completely satisfied.

After I unlocked Tom from the bed and we got cleaned up, we decided to head to the hotel bar for some dinner. The place was quite swanky, with large glass windows and red marbled floors. He placed his arm around my waist when walking through the foyer, and pulled out the chair for me once the waiter seated us.

The service was excellent; we ordered some exotic lamb dish and smoked salmon and potato gratin to share. This was the only time I was really allowed to treat myself, and I wasn’t going to be denying any pleasures tonight.

“Champagne?” He asked, with a twinkle in his eye.

I smiled at him and gently placed my hand on top of his at the table. “You know me too well.”

The food was exquisite when it arrived, and we made sure not to leave a single bite. The bottles of bubbly disappeared nearly as quickly as they came, and within a few hours we were drunk and giggling incessantly.

Tom leaned in over the empty plates and gently pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I looked at him intently, staring at the genuine beauty of his face. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and his hair was twisted into little curls from the humidity. We were running in dangerous territory – if this turned out to be love, it would destroy our worlds.

We paid the bill and drunkenly tipped the server before heading up to back up the room. He kept his hand on my waist as we stood in the elevator, positioning me slightly so he could hide the erection he had from the other guests. I gently swung my hips from side to side to tease him, and he let out a moan that he tried to covertly disguise as a sigh.

When we got back to the room, Tom pushed me quickly down on the bed, pressing my arms above my head into the mattress. He yanked the dress I was wearing down over my thighs and proceeded to kiss me intensely across my stomach and breasts. I had decided earlier to not put my underwear back on, as I figured I wouldn’t be needing it.

“Are you ready for me?” He said with a devious grin, gently circling my entrance with his finger. When he felt how wet I was, he pushed two fingers inside me softly and began to kiss my neck. The response even his fingers gave made me desperate to feel him inside me. I quickly sat up and began undoing his zipper.

“Oh, is that what you want?” He playfully bit my neck and I moaned as he quickly ripped off his trousers. His boxers came down too, letting his erection spring free and I looked at it for a moment. This is exactly what I wanted.

He softly pushed me up the bed slightly and spread my legs, leaving me open and vulnerable for him. I grabbed him by the waist and he wasted no time finding my entrance and pushing his cock inside me. I let out a moan and he let out an earthy grunt as he began to thrust, the sounds of sex beginning to fill the room. God, this was so fucking good. I never wanted this to stop.

We stayed in this position for a little while, holding on tightly to one another while he gently played with my clit and fucked me. With a fast movement he grabbed me by the hips and spun me round, leaving me in front of him. I usually hated doggy-style but I loved the feeling of him (and only him) stretching and filling me. He re-entered my vagina and began to speed up, his fingers turning white as he gripped my hips and moaned loudly. We picked up the pace further and began fucking wildly, me almost screaming at the feeling of him inside me. Quickly, between grunts and cusses he moaned;

“Can I cum in you?”

“Yes, yes.” My breathing was hot and laboured and I was on the edge. I began to bite the pillow, trying to muffle the noises I was making. This only seemed to spur him on as he grabbed my thighs tightly, thrusting himself into me with an animalistic desire. We were panting and sweaty and he began to grab and massage my breasts from behind.

“Fuck…” He let out one final groan and came inside me, his semen quickly pulsing out of me as he rested his head on my back. I tried to steady my breathing and he collapsed on top of me, all the muscles in his body exhausted. He lay there quietly panting for a moment.

“Did you finish?” He said, gently playing with my hair and rubbing my back.

“No, not quite,” I said earnestly. He smiled and turned me around, positioning us to give him access to my vulva. His finger gently entered me, using his semen as lubricant for my clitoris. I gasped and moaned as he ran little circles along my clit, my fingernails digging into the bedsheet and his back. I was already so close to orgasm that when he began to sped up the motion slightly it pushed me over the edge. My hips buckled and the orgasm took hold, lifting my hips and dripping the rest of his cum onto the bed as my muscles contracted. I moaned in ecstasy and fell back down from heaven as we smiled at each other, covered in sweat, cum and nail marks.

“I think I love you,” he said suddenly.

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One comment on ““Tom and I” Pt3 [FM] Light BDSM, Hotel Sex

  1. Good god, you’ve got talent! You know the heat and passion, the deep yearning and all-encompassing thoughts of a torrid love affair. And you get that all across so naturally. I was engrossed and excited to read on throughout. Excellently done.

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