Chapter 3
Nixon
Heading into the lobby of the Heathman Hotel, Katana and I got a few stares as we strolled in. She’d donned a red cloak to cover her little naughty negligee, but we’d kept the masks on. It felt more fun that way.
In the elevator, we rode up to my room with two other couples. They seemed to sense we were up to no good and stayed on the far side, away from us. When we got out, the others stayed inside, and we both laughed as we walked down the hallway.
Putting my arm around her shoulders, I gave her a little squeeze. “Think we intimidated them?”
“Seems like we did.” Katana smiled, and it made my heart beat faster. Her smile was amazing. So bright, brilliant, and genuine. “I guess they thought they’d ended up in an elevator with a couple of freaks.”
“Didn’t they?” I asked as I chuckled and pulled out the keycard to open the door to my hotel room.
I let her go in first, and she looked around at the glamorous room. “I’ve lived in Portland for a long time now and have never been inside this place. It’s like a Portland treasure.”
“It is. This hotel is where I always stay when I come to town.” I closed the door, locking it behind us.
She turned around at the sound and looked at the door. “Just so you know, I’ve never done this.”
“I thought you said you had, but it turned into a bad thing?” Was she getting cold feet? I hadn’t even done anything to her yet.
She pulled off the cloak and draped it over the back of the chair in front of the small desk. “I mean, I haven’t gone to bed with a man I’ve just met.” She looked at me and grinned shyly. “Or are you one of those BDSM guys who just get off on the punishment phase and not the sexual one?”
Stepping out of my shoes, I wondered what she was thinking about all of this. She seemed calm, but she had just come into a hotel room with a stranger. She and I had discussed nothing on the way in. Nor had I tested the waters on anything yet.
For my part, I felt very unlike myself—and I had no idea why she would have this effect on me. But I was going to get past that for sure. Katana had a beauty about her that intrigued me. She wasn’t able to hold eye contact long at all. And when we were alone in the back of the car on the way to the hotel, she hadn’t spoken unless I’d said something.
It was almost as if I was a virgin teen again with no real clue as to what to do, and Katana seemed to be having the same reaction to me. I found myself stumbling over my words as I tried to answer her question. “I, um, well—let’s see. I don’t get off on hitting, if that’s what you’re asking me. And I’d like to have sex, if that’s okay with you.”
She looked down, her eyes glued to the floor. “Okay. I mean, I’d like to have sex too. It’s actually been a long time since I’ve done anything.”
“How long’s a long time, Katana?” I took my jacket off and went to hang it up.
“A year or so.”
I dropped the jacket on the floor and turned around. “Are you shitting me?”
She shook her head, and my heart went out to the young woman. “About a year and a half, actually.” She looked up and looked around the room, her eyes landing on the minifridge. “I don’t suppose you have any alcohol in there?”
I unbuttoned my shirt, now completely understanding her need for alcohol. The poor thing was pent up. I could fix that. “No need. I know how to quench your thirst. On the bed, on your back. Your Master is about to please his little slave.”
“Should I undress first?” She turned one heeled foot inward as she put her hand on her hip.
“No. Just do as I’ve told you.” I stripped down to my tight black boxer briefs and went to the side of the bed where she lay down, waiting for me. “Close your eyes, slave. Relax.”
Picking up her foot, I ran my lips up her long leg then grabbed the top of her thigh-high fishnet stocking with my teeth, pulling it down until it was at her ankle. I pulled off her high heel then removed the stocking.
Running my hands up her bare leg, I felt goosebumps as they pimpled her cool flesh. I did the same thing to her other leg before I settled my body between her legs. She was nervous; I could tell from her shallow breathing.
“One of the rules of the club is that everyone is screened for diseases and the females are in charge of the birth control.” I leaned in and blew on her panty-covered cunt, her essence already pouring through the thin fabric. “Have you taken care of all that, slave?”
“I have, Master.” I watched as her hands moved into fists on top of the bedspread. She was getting tense in anticipation of what I was about to do.
“You have nothing to fear. Our safe word is red. Say yellow if you’re beginning to get uncomfortable. Got it?” I blew on her pussy again.
“Got it, Master.” She began to tremble, and I knew she was letting her mind get ahead of her, worrying about what she’d gotten into.
Little did she know she had a pretty great guy who’d make sure she got what she’d gone into the Dungeon looking for. “I’m going to rip your panties off and cut your clothes away from your body. Not to worry though, I’ll have something sent up for you in the morning. I want you all night long, slave.”
She tensed up even more but said nothing. I smiled as it thrilled me to know she trusted me so much, even when she had absolutely no reason to at this point.
With one swift pull, I ripped her panties off and put my mouth on her cunt, running my tongue through her warm folds. She moaned softly then got louder as I kissed her pussy lips. Lips that hadn’t seen any action in way too long.
The sounds she made had my cock growing more and more. I knew right then that it would be hard to keep myself under control with her. But I liked a challenge, so I thought only of pleasing her and ignored my straining male member. He’d get what he craved soon enough, and plenty of it, when I stuffed my fat cock into her soaked pussy after she’d come a few times for me.
Moving my tongue inside her and lapping up her decadent taste, I lost control for a bit as my brain took a siesta while my inner sex god feasted on her delicious cunt. Oh, but she tasted like sin wrapped in heaven!
As great as she tasted then, I had to know what an orgasm would do to enhance that. Moving my tongue out of her, I went to work on her clit, which had swollen to three times its original size. Rolling it between my lips, I sucked it then moved my lips up and down it as it grew even more.
Her moans grew louder, and she arched up to me. I could hear her fists pounding the bed, and then she whimpered as her body let go. I moved down, eager to get my tongue inside her to feel how she contracted with her orgasm.
Fluids met my hungry tongue as I shoved it into her tight pussy. She clenched down on my tongue as I moved it back and forth, encouraging her body to keep coming for me. Amazed by everything she gave me, I knew I’d picked one ripe female for the night. I’d make this a night she’d remember for a very long time. A night that she could get off to if she didn’t have sex again for a long time.
I pulled my head away from her soaking pussy to look at her. She looked gorgeous as she panted, her eyes closed. The mask was still on her face, hiding her a bit from me. For one moment I thought about taking the masks off. But I shook my head. The masks lent anonymity to what we were doing. That was part of the thrill—fucking someone you didn’t have all the information about, and not caring.
Getting off the bed, I saw her gorgeous blue eyes open, and she watched me as I went to get some things. “Thank you, Master. I really needed that. You were right. I didn’t need any alcohol to get into this. You’re very good at what you do.”
“Glad you liked it, slave. Now tell me how much pain you want to feel, and I’ll give that to you, too.” I pulled some of my favorite toys out of my suitcase and turned around with four sets of fluffy cuffs. “And how do you feel about being restrained?”
She sat up and ran her hands over her heaving breasts. “I haven’t been bound in a long time. I’ve never allowed that after what happened to me.” My face must’ve shown my disappointment because she quickly added, “I trust you, Master. I’m in your capable hands and will do anything you want to.” She laid back down. “Go ahead, strap me down. I am yours to toy with.”
My cock jumped with her words. Mine to toy with?
She really would be a treat!