Room 832, Part 1 [MF] [Oral] [sorta MDom]

My heart hammers in my chest while I walk down the hall to room 832. My footsteps are muted thanks to plush carpeting and because of this, all I can hear is my breath. My weekend bag is slung over my shoulder, the brown strap cutting into my shoulder. After what feels like an eternity, I find the room and push the card key into the slot on the door. It clicks and I open the door, walking in. I set the bag on the bed, kick off my black and gold sandals and glance around.

The room is your standard hotel fare: pristine white walls with unextraordinary art. A desk with a large, framed mirror are off to the side by the window and a winged chair and ottoman are next to the bed. The bed is massive and while I’m sure it is very comfortable, there won’t be much sleep to be had…

My gaze flits back to the bag on the bed, but before I can start unpacking it, my phone vibrates.

I pull the phone out of my pocket and glance at it momentarily – “running late be there soon.”

I shrug and go to stand by the window. Rain drops slip down the window and the sky is a dark gray, it starting to darken out. It looks like it will storm all night. Perfect.

I walk back over to the bag on the bed and unzip it. I had packed 3 days worth of clothing, toiletries, and a couple toys that I’m sure you would be interested in: a magenta vibrator, a pink butt plug, two pairs of handcuffs, and a blindfold. I set them on the nightstand and fish out the lube that had slid underneath all of my clothing in transit. The only clothing that mattered in the current moment was the lacy bra and panties I was wearing now. Everything else could stay in the bag. Picking the bag up, I set it in the closet, out of the way.

My phone vibrates again and I glance down at it with a quirked eyebrow – “Which room are we?”

I quickly tap my response, my heart rate picking back up as I did so. Should I strip now or do I want you to pull my shirt off and rid me of these khaki capris? Does it matter? I paced around by the window, waiting. My heart racing in my chest. How long had we waited for this moment? Too long.

There’s a quick knock on the door and I quickly cross the room, opening the door. You stand in front of me, rain on your jacket and you don’t give me a chance to say anything before your lips are on mine. The kiss is warm, intimate – your tongue sliding over my bottom lip before you catch it between your teeth, eliciting a moan from me.

You haven’t even been in the hotel room yet and you’re in control. You carefully propel us backwards and when the door has swing shut push me up against it roughly. Your kisses slide from my lips to along my jaw and your hand slips under my shirt and up my front. You grab my breasts through my bra momentarily, but pull me closer to you for the sake of undoing my bra and I’m back against the door again.

“There’s a whole bed for this-” You don’t even hush me, but your kisses and fingers curled against my left breast make me break off in a low moan. I hazily throw an arm on your shoulder, my other hand going to your hair and begin to mirror your kisses.

Your lips are just under my ear and you bite at my neck, my moan muffled against your shoulder. There won’t be blood, but you will leave a bruise, you always do. Your hands continue to explore my body under my shirt. You trail your fingertips down my belly and trail it along the waist of my pants.

I push your jacket off your shoulders, it falling to the floor behind you, but you pay no mind to it as I drop my hands to the hem of your shirt. You untangle yourself from me and allow me to pull your shirt over your head. With your shirt off, I lean up against you, kissing you deeply and trailing my hand down your chest. You growl against my lips and I smirk against yours. While I trail fingertips over the waist of your pants, I kiss the edge of your mouth and trail kisses along your cheek, catch your earlobe in my mouth and resume kissing down your neck. I rub my palm over the front of your pants and you’re already rock hard, your cock straining against the fabric. “Mmm,” I kiss across your shoulder, looking up at you with big green eyes before I resume kissing my way down your chest and stomach.

I undo your pants and push them off of your hips, licking my lips when I see the outline of your bulge straining against the fabric of your boxers. I push your boxers off your hips, freeing your length and immediately wrap my hand around it, stroking you gently.

At first, you watch me, holding my gaze when I look up at you with a smirk pulling at the corner of my lips impishly. But when I wrap my lips around your cock, you sigh a moan and close your eyes, your hand tangling in my hair.

I bob my head up and down along the length of your cock, my fingertips resting on your thighs, and together we establish a rhythm of you fucking my face. You push my face further down on it and my eyes grow watery when you let me up for air. “Do that again,” I barely growl, wiping smudged eyeliner from the corner of my eye.

And so you do. I moan against you, and feel your cock twitch in my mouth in response, but before you start to get close, you pull your cock from between my lips. When I start to pout up at you, you proffer your hand and help me to my feet. As soon as I’m standing you trail your fingertips down my back and lean in, growling in my ear, “go strip, leave the panties on, and get on the bed, Princess.”

TO BE CONTINUED.
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All feedback welcome, I’m trying to get back into writing. Xx

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