It’s late when we finally get to our hotel suite at the Hotel Ritz Madrid. Cameron had continued being sweet and loving at the restaurant and on our way here.
But as soon as he slides the chain across the door to make sure it's locked, he becomes more of the sexual dominant man I know and appreciate.
"Take off your clothes," he orders me. “You’ve been a very bad girl, and I need to punish you.”
“Please, Boss.”
I start lifting up the bottom of my shirt to pull it over my head, and he says, "Not like that. Turn around and don't look at me."
“Yes, Boss.”
I do as I’m told and hold my skirt up while my back is to him, so that he can see my ass.
He says, "That's good. Now stop."
He's behind me again and he moves up close to me, so that I can feel his partially-aroused cock against my ass.
"Bend over."
I bend over and Cameron leans over to retrieve something from under the bed. What has he planned?
I have to admit that it's rather intriguing. He obviously planned this all out before coming to get me today, since he didn’t even know when Carlos would call him and he was there very quickly once he did.
So even though he’s acting in charge, he was waiting here for me. Waiting for the call. So that he could claim me.
This is just like back home, when he tied me up in his office or the filing room and tell me to be his office whore. Back before things got messy and complicated. And now that we’ve smoothed things over, I have a feeling that things are going to get very, very messy in a different kind of way.
Cameron puts a scarf over my eyes and ties it. Now this will be fun, I think.
"You've been very naughty, and it's time for you to be punished. Keep holding your skirt up so I can see your ass, my little whore."
I do as I'm told and he slaps my ass, hard. Then he squeezes both my ass cheeks and asks, "What have you been up to, my little office whore?"
"I've been bad," I say, as he pulls my thong over, hard, and inserts a finger into my ass.
He pushes me down so that I’m bent over onto the bed and he can have full access to my ass and pussy. I'm not sure which hurts more— the fabric of my underwear cutting into my skin, or his finger prodding and twisting my ass.
"Whose ass is this?"
He squeezes it hard with his free hand.
"Yours, Boss."
"And whose pussy?"
He twists my pussy with his fingers.
"Ouch. Yours, Boss.”
“Do you want me to play with you until it hurts?” he asks.
“Please, Boss.”
"Tell me how you’ve been a bad little girl.”
He presses his cock up against me while he twists his fingers in my ass and pussy, and I can feel through his slacks that he's now completely erect.
I lay my head on the bed and try to relax so that his antics doesn't hurt as much, and I manage to grunt, "I wasn’t honest, Boss."
He removes his belt and there's a pause while he removes his pants and underwear. Then he takes my underwear off and lets it fall down between my legs, while he massages my clit. This part feels good, and I can feel my juices start to drip onto his fingers.
"Don't get too comfortable," he says. "Stand up."
He lifts my skirt and top over my head and takes my bra off, pausing to take my breasts in his hands and squeeze them from behind.
He pinches my nipples and says, "These are my nice little nipples you've been keeping from me by running off. Now they’re my nipples and I can do what I want with them. Now lay back down and stick your ass up in the air for me, where it belongs."
Suddenly he locks each of my hands into a pair of handcuffs and uses a rope to tie each handcuff to a bedpost at either end of the bed. It's not a comfortable position, but I keep my ass raised up high in the air as he commands.
“Yes, Boss.”
"Now, we're going to try this again. I don't think you realize the seriousness of what you've done, and how I do intend to punish you for it. I want you to list the things you've done wrong, so that I can punish you for each of them."
"I applied for the job under a new identity.”
Whap.
There's a hard and fast hit to my ass with his belt, which hurts so badly I want to scream. But I don’t. I just think, More, Boss.
“I didn’t tell you that I had done that.”
Whap.
"Now what else have you done?"
He bites each one of my shoulder blades and a bolt of electricity runs throughout my body, stronger even than the stinging on my red ass.
“I didn’t tell you whose vape pen it was.”
Whap.
Cameron rams his cock up against my ass while he pulls my hair.
"That’s right. You were a naughty little girl. Now you’re going to lie here and do what I want until I've had my way with you. So, you should get this over with and finishing confessing your sins to me. Here's something that should make it easier."
I hear a vibrating noise and then feel something pushed into my pussy.
It feels so much better when Cameron does it here while I’m tied up and at his every command, rather than when I’m at home by myself in the bathtub.
"I know you like this. I bet you’ve been doing similar things to your pussy and thinking of me while we weren’t together. So, lean back and enjoy it while I punish you."
I have to admit that the vibrator does feel good, and I try to concentrate on its pulsing between my legs instead of on the sting of the belt whips.
"Now, continue with your list of transgressions."
"Yes, Boss. I left the office when I was told I was fired.”
Whap.
I get another lashing for that.
My eyes sting with tears but at the same time it feels so good. I love being handcuffed and spanked, subject to my boss’s every whim.
Cameron pushes the vibrator further into my pussy and I move around on it as a distraction from the pain. I have to admit it feels good.
“Cameron,” I moan, beginning to come on the vibrator. “I’m coming.”
I almost wonder if this is another transgression—a test he’s giving me that I’m failing. But instead of hitting me with the belt again, he leans over and massages my breasts while placing his hard dick up against my ass.
"I bet you like how that vibrator makes you come while I punish you."
“Yes, Boss.”
“I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” he says, standing back up and playing with his cock on my ass while the vibrator continues to fuck my pussy. “I’ll take your anal virginity just like I took your regular virginity.”
“Please, Boss. It feels so good," I say, leaning back as much as I can into the vibrator.
I'm at the height passion and my orgasm is just about over when he pulls the vibrator out of my pussy and squeezes my ass hard with his hands.
I want it back in me— or I want him in me—so bad that I start begging him for it.
“Please, Boss, More, Boss, Please, Boss.”
Whap. He strikes my ass again.
“No forgiveness for you until you tell me you're my little whore. Only my little whore." He squeezes my ass with his free hand while his other hand puts the vibrator back in my pussy. He presses so hard on my now-raw skin that I'm sure he leaves marks.
"I'm your little whore, Boss. Only yours."
"Tell me I can fuck you whenever you want and you're all mine."
I relax into the vibrator as much as I can while I repeat what he says back to him.
“Tell me I can have your ass,” he says.
“Yes, Boss. You can have my ass. Please take it. It’s yours.”