Chapter 1
I examine myself in the mirror and reapply the crimson stain to my lips. I bring my lips together and smooth the lipstick, my heart fluttering in my chest. My phone chimes on the bathroom counter breaking my focus with my reflection. It was him; it was always him. Immediately a smile spread across my lips as I turned the screen on to read the message. I’d hidden this trip from him and somehow he hadn’t read my mind to deduce what I was up to I’d thought about the moment where our eyes meet for the first time thousands of times and tonight it was actually happening. What would he think about seeing me in person? I let out a nervous breath and looked back to the mirror. My soft golden curls were framing my face, my piercing blue eyes a stark contrast to my fair skin. I’d picked black to wear, the lace fitting to my curves and ending above my knees. The finishing touch was a pair of shining black pumps, red on the underside, the same shade as my lips. Just the thought of his eyes seeing me and taking in my body made me shiver.
As the elevator doors opened to the main lobby, all the sounds of the casino rushed in. I exhaled and started walking through the casino floor. I knew where he’d be towards the end of his shift, so I made my way there. The casino was bustling tonight, but even though the sea of people I saw him immediately and slightly slowed my stride.
Head down and able to only see the brim of glasses, he was on the phone. I came to his side and leaned against the counter. Like everything else in the casino, his station wasn’t overly illuminated but I could see the outline of his pale blue uniform contrasted with a black tie.
“Excuse me but could you point me in the direction of Koi? I’ve got a reservation and–” He hangs up the phone and swivels to face me. As soon as raises his eyes to meet mine, he stops, and without skipping a beat… “What time is dinner, beautiful?” I smiled. “I have a table waiting for us as soon as you’re done here. Meet me there?” “There’s no place I’d rather be.” I hear the buzz of the radio on his shoulder. I smile again and give a wave of my hand to let him know it’s okay. “I’ll be waiting.”
I waited outside the restaurant in the lounge when I saw him. I couldn’t stop smiling and rose immediately to meet him with a hug, my head against his chest and his nestled against my neck. Time was non-existent; my heart was pounding in my chest, his on time with mine. “Look at you!” He exclaimed, finally pulling back and giving me a twirl. “I clean up well, eh?” I joked and stood back, holding each of his hands in mine. “You know, you aren’t so bad yourself. Especially in that uniform.”
“Oh yeah? You like a man in uniform?” He questioned. “I like *you* in a uniform,” I replied, pulling him back in for another hug before the hostess breaks in. “Your table is ready.”
“After you.” He smirked, his hand on the small of my back. She led us back to a dimly lit corner and without prompting, he was there pulling out my chair for me before sitting down himself. We ordered drinks; me, a red wine, him, a whiskey on the rocks. “So, how was work?” I prodded, with a small laugh. He chuckled. “It isn’t worth talking about, especially now that you’re here,” he replies, raising his glass to meet mine. I blushed slightly, giving him that smirk that he’d always commented on. We sit in silence for a few moments, saying everything with our eyes, drinking each other in. I absolutely had to touch him again and at the present moment, all I was thinking about was his hands all over me. I slip my stocking-covered foot from my heel and gently graze his inner thigh with the top of my foot. He tilts his head, still smiling at me, and says, “Where’s your mind at, hmmm?” “How about I give you an idea?” I purr softly, increasing the firmness of my touch. He responds immediately, hardening, my toes finding his bulge. Still rhythmically stroking the head of his cock through his pants, I swirl my glass of wine.
“What are your thoughts on skipping to the main course?” I beam over the edge of my glass. “I didn’t know you already ordered.” He returns now somewhat moving himself to meet my strokes. “What I want isn’t on the menu.” I almost whisper, slipping back on my heel. “Oh?” He raises an eyebrow, and finishes his drink. “I have something else in mind for dinner too.” He stands and extends his hand to me and without hesitation I take his hand, smiling devilishly.
Chapter 2
We’re alone as soon as the elevator doors close. Then and there, his lips are on mine, his hand on the back of my neck pulling me into him. A soft moan escapes my mouth as I release completely and part his lips with my tongue. Both of us breathless, he urgently presses against me until my back is against the wall. I can’t keep my hands off him, one soft against his face, and the other reaching around gripping his back. His hands are on my ass and he growls low in his throat. “I’ve got another surprise for you in my room.” I manage to get out, breathing into his neck and ear before sucking and lightly biting his lower lip.
We’re interrupted by the delicate beep of the elevator. Ignoring the onboarding guest, I kiss his lips softly once more before leading him from the elevator, his hand in mine.
I hover my key over the sensor and the door clicks open. I turn to face him, blocking the door. “What is it?” He laughs. “Oh, nothing. Just a fantasy I have. I mean, it’d be a damn shame for this whole tie situation to go to waste,” I snicker as I back the door open and grab him by the tie, pulling him across the threshold. “Mmmm.” He’s on my lips again, desperately searching out my tongue with his, his hands back on my ass. Placing a hand on each side of his head and pulling away with a soft brush against his lips, “Now, sit.” I demand, gesturing to a chair across from the bed. He started to oblige me but stopped as he noticed the focal point of the room; a soaking tub. “You would get a room with some kind of bathtub in it, wouldn’t you?” He joked, knowing me completely. “We’ll get to that, but for now, I want your ass in that chair.” I swat playfully at his ass, smirking. “Okay, okay!” He retorts, hands in the air, playing along. “Good boy.” I spread his legs apart, nudging them with my knees before turning away from him. I lower myself and sweep my hair to the side to expose my bare neck. “Undress me.” He pulls the zipper and as it loosens I shrug the black lace from my shoulders, revealing my bare back. I feel his hands travel from my shoulders, down to my hips to help the dress fall to the floor. His hands now gripping my hips, he leans forward and softly presses his lips against my lower back making me shiver. “Ah, ah, ah” I reprimand him. “I’ll tell you how and when to touch me.” I step out of my dress and kick it to the side, only in thigh-high stockings and heels. I hear him take in a breath and shift in his chair at the sight of me. I turn to finally face him, my nipples now hard. “Do you see something you like? Would you like to touch me?” I close the distance between us and take a seat in his lap, my arms around his neck. “Yes,” he breathes, lowering his head to rest against my chest. “All in good time, pet.” I tilt his chin up and trace my tongue over his lips before introducing my tongue to his mouth yet again. “Now,” I rise to stand in front of him “it’s your turn.” I smooth the uniform over his shoulders with my hands before unbuttoning his collar and loosening his tie. His eyes were hungry. His breathing quickens. I instruct him to stand to pull the tails of his shirt from his pants revealing his white undershirt. I run my hands over his chest and moan softly, now gripping the base of his shirt and lifting it over his head. I can’t help but lick my lips as I notice the rigid outline of his cock through his pants.
“How about we get you out of these clothes and clean you up, love.” My hands are at his belt, unclasping and loosening it. “Please, beautiful.” He breathes. His pants fall to his ankles. “Sit, love.” I kneel in between his legs and start working at the laces of his boots. I help him the rest of the way out of his clothes, leaving him only his boxers. I’m overwhelmed with the temptation of taking him completely in my mouth while lightly caressing his package through his boxers. “All in good time,” I remind myself as I walk to the tub to start filling the bath. “How ever should we pass the time while we wait?” I raise my eyebrow at him, returning to straddle him. “Please, beautiful. My queen. Please let me worship you.” “Mmmmmm” I purr into his neck, grinding my hips against him. “Oh, you’ll be worshipping me until my satisfaction, handsome.” I bite his shoulder before returning my arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. His hands firmly grip my ass, intensifying the circles I’m making against his hips. He grunts into my ear, his sweet kisses and tongue grazing my neck. He pulls my hair, forcing me to expose my neck and he bites down softly causing me to whimper. All I wanted was him inside me, deep inside me, fucking me…the sounds of the water filling the tub reminded me of my plan.
“Come, pet. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I say breathlessly into his shoulder. We make our way to the tub; he holds his hand out for me to balance as I climb in. I signal him to wait as my fingers grip the waistband of his boxers. “You don’t need these anymore,” I murmured, leaning forward to kiss his inner thigh as I removed his last piece of clothing…and my god was he so damn hard. “And you…sit here,” I instruct him to sit on the edge of the tub, legs spread. “Let your queen take care of her king.” I lather up my hands and run them up his legs and his thighs, not missing any bit of his bare skin. I grip his shaft with both of my soapy hands, causing him to groan and lean back, resting his weight on his arms. I continue stroking him with both of my hands, his stiff cock pulsating under my grasp. I soak a washcloth and use that to rinse the soap from his body, teasing the freshly rinsed areas with my lips. Water dripping from his rock hard cock, I take all of him into my mouth, my hand gripped around the base of his dick. Stroking with my hand, I tease the entire length of him with my tongue before taking all of him inside my mouth again. I get into a rhythm, swirling my tongue around the tip, stroking, and deep throating him over and over. I look up into his eyes, teasing the head of his cock with my tongue. He stares down into my eyes, groans, and sits up to put both hands on the back of my head. He thrusts his hips up slightly forcing himself deeper and I moan, swallowing him. I taste his sweet precum, his panting and moaning increasing. “For the next three days…” I murmur, kissing and teasing his shaft with my mouth and tongue “…your cock is mine. But first, you’ve got to earn my pussy.” Desperately he thrusts his cock towards my mouth as I pull away, making space for him in the tub.
Chapter 3
The water sloshes around the tub as he sits down, the water glistening over his chest and torso. I move into his lap delicately, facing him, and wrap my legs around his body, my arms around his neck. “And want do you have planned for the next three days, hmmm? He asks, burying his face in my neck. “I’m going to use your body and you’re going to fuck me until I tell you to stop,” I whisper, loving the feel of his stuble against my neck and shoulders. I soflty push his upper body back, reclining him. “Are you okay with that?” I sigh softly, turning myself to rest my back against his chest. “I’ll do whatever my queen asks me to.” He moans, pulling me against him, his hands wandering to my glistening tits. One foot on each side of the tub, I arch my hips, begging for his touch. He responds, kissing the back of my neck softly. His fingers start tracing circles around my clit causing me to gasp, his other exploring my hips and thigh. He holds me tight against him even while I continually buck my hips against his hand. “Yes,” I breathe, his fingers find my warm opening and gently press inside. His fingers are back to my clip, sweeping from side to side and making my squirm on top of him. “Just like that, yes.” I murmur in-between breaths, his pace intensifying. I feel his lips and teeth on my shoulder; I tremble as he playfully bites down. My wetness soaks his fingers as he continues teasing my clit skillfully. “You’re driving me crazy. I need to feel you inside me,” I breathe, turning over, my body against his. “Yes, my queen.” He grunts, pulling my face to his, kissing me.
We make our way out of the tub and drain the water before I lead him to the bed, my hand delicately wrapped around his shaft. I position myself in front of him on the bed on all fours and without demanding, he spreads my ass cheeks apart to separate my soft lips with his tongue. I melt immediately, his tongue dancing over my clit repeatedly. He kisses my pussy with deep wet kisses making me ache to feel him inside me. His fingers are back inside me, methodically moving in and out me all the while continuing his work on my clit. “I need you.” I pant and to my surprise he tugs at my knees, dropping me to my tummy with my feet now flat on the floor. I feel the head of his cock tease and press at my clit, driving me completely mad. “Mmmmm, yes, now. Fuck me.” I moan, grinding my ass against him. He leans over my bare back and plants kiss after kiss as he grabs my hips and pulls me back into him, slowly entering me from behind. “You feel so damned good,” he sighs, grabs my ass, and spreads me apart to get deeper the next time thrusts himself into me. I relax my neck, drop my head and grip the comforter as I thrust my hips back into him, begging for more. “Please,” I moan, thrusting again. Again, he obliges, and to my delight, he grabs a fistful of my hair causing my head to jerk back. I grunt in response, both of us moving in time, getting progressively faster. He releases his grip on my hair and lifts my hips, and flips me over. I giggle, breaking character completely and sit up to wrap my legs around him, both of us meeting in the middle for a kiss. He grips my ass from underneath, and lifts me to scoot me back, climbing on top of me.
I thrust my hips up into him, my tongue darting in his mouth, gripping his shoulder blades; I can’t get him close enough to me. Intimately he lowers himself onto me, teasing my lips with his tongue as I guide him between my legs and back inside me. Both of us moaning with each thrust, he grabs a hold of my shoulders from under me, hugging me tight. I tighten my legs around him, grinding against him. “Ahhhhh,” he pants, fucking me harder. “Choke me?” I plead with him, and like the good boy he is, he postures up and wraps a hand around my throat. I moan in ecstasy, feeling my pulse in my clit and now in my head. My pussy tightens around him; I’m so close to cumming. He stops abruptly and I whimper. “Not yet…” he kisses me, returning to a slow steady thrust “…not until I say so.” I exhale and kiss him again, grabbing his ass, hoping to coax him to increase his thrust. I feel him smile against my lips before he postures up and pushes my knees back towards my chest. God, I can feel him so deep inside me now. He kisses each ankle and then the side of my foot before taking my big toe in his mouth, sucking gently. “Can I worship your feet, my queen?” He breathes, kissing the balls of my feet and taking another toe in his mouth. “You’ve been such a good boy that I’ll let you worship my feet,” I respond causing him to moan in relief, his tongue now tracing up the arches of my feet. He takes his time, affectionately caressing each of my toes with his mouth and tongue all the while fucking me. “That’s enough,” I say, scooting back, and sitting up. He looks at me quizzically and I smile.
“On your back.” I instruct. He obeys and I climb on top of him, kissing up the length of his stomach and chest, ending back at his lips. Would I ever get tired of kissing him? I suck his bottom lip as I lower my hips, his cock sliding back inside my warm pussy. He takes in a breath as I hold at the base of his length and rock my hips forward. I raise and lower my hips, riding him. As soon as I sit up, his hands are on my bouncing tits. I circle my hips while lowering myself over him again, holding his hands down. “If you’re an extra good boy…” I whisper, tracing the outline of his ear with my tongue,”…I’ll let you cum inside of me.” He exhales hard and thrusts up into me in response. I ride him harder, and harder, my ass slapping against him. “I’m yours, my queen.” He moans. I tighten my grip on his wrists, savoring the feeling of him hitting deep inside of me over and over. I release his hands and he moves them to grip my ass. He takes control, thrusting up into my pussy harder and faster. I moan loudly, feeling my pussy start to tighten around him. “My queen can only cum if she cums with me.” He rasps, thrusting harder still. “Yes, yes. Pound my pussy. I’m so close.” I say, feeling my thighs start to spasm. “Good, baby. I want you to cum now. Cum all over my cock.” He says, pulling my ass into him as he thrusts deep inside me. I start to feel that fire in my clit and I grab his face with my hands and kiss him deep, moaning. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he cries out, my own legs tightening as my climax nears. A wave of pure ecstasy washes over me, my thighs shaking. My pussy has a tight grip on his cock; he buries himself deep inside me as he cums hard, exploding inside me. Both of us are completely breathless, reveling in the feel of one another. His hands caress my face and I kiss him tenderly. “How about room service?” I smile against his lips.
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