Where the fuck is she?

I’ve dimmed the lights and poured some wine. Now I’m just sitting here on a couch by the window, facing the door so I’ll see her as soon as she walks in here.

And then, I’ll give her that spanking she’s asking for. I can just imagine her wiggling on my lap with her ass stuck in the air, ready for my palm.

I guess it’s not such a bad thing that she’s late after all. Maybe she’s doing it on purpose because she’s a glutton for punishment.

I saw the way her eyes twinkle with that heady cocktail of lust and apprehension when I mentioned the spanking. I heard her breath get heavier. And I felt her body inch closer when I grabbed her flesh without any warning, and when I pulled her hair.

I know she’s just like me.

This is almost too good to be true.

Jacqueline is gorgeous, and she’s ready to give me her submission.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d suspect my dad of having hired her to seduce me into staying. But he wouldn’t even begin to know the kind of shit I’m into.

Jacqueline’s just the perfect little thing to help me feel better tonight. I’ll enjoy spanking her—I check my watch—seven times.

Oh, she’s in trouble.

My cock is straining obnoxiously against the fabric of my pants. It’s rock hard and it’s even throbbing.

Fuck this. I don’t have to wait for her to get here to start the party.

I stare angrily at the motionless hotel room door as I undo my belt buckle. I yank off the belt and put it aside. Maybe I’ll use it on her, depending on how big of a pain slut she is.

I can’t wait to get my cock between those juicy lips and into her mouth.

She’s keeping me waiting now, but she’ll regret it. I’ll make her pay. Let’s see how she squirms when I tease her and deny her any orgasm.

I wrap my hand around my cock. Women have widened their eyes and whimpered in fear when they see it. Sometimes they say it’s too big or it’s painful, but they always stop complaining when I make them moan instead.

I make sure women leave my bed craving more. Good girls get to come, while bad girls… Well, bad girls get punished.

And Jacqueline has been a very, very bad girl. She’s been making me wait for fifteen minutes. Where is she? I should already be balls deep inside her by now.

Instead, I’m shuttling my hand up and down my own cock, jerking myself off. My mind goes back to the balcony. I replay her little gasps, her deep sighs, and the sweet submission in her big blue eyes.

I can’t wait to see her shed that red dress and open up for me. The way she succumbed and let me claim her mouth makes me think she’ll spread like hot butter once I get her into bed.

But before that, I’ll make her kneel between my thighs and fuck her mouth—that’ll really ruin her hair.

My arousal builds up as I think about my cock between her pretty lips and her big, doe eyes looking up at me in surrender, as she lets me use her mouth for my own pleasure.

I glance at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. She’s twenty minutes late.

Fuck it. I’ll blow my load now. That’ll clear my head before she comes in here, so I can focus on punishing her, rather than getting off.

As I feel the come boiling inside my balls, I grab a piece of tissue from the nearby table, just in time for come to explode out of the tip of my cock.

The pressure inside me has abated, and my ragged breaths are gradually becoming more regular. But this orgasm feels empty.

I should’ve come inside a beautiful woman, but instead all I had was a piece of tissue.

She’s almost half an hour late now. I can’t believe she has stood me up.

Maybe she was just pretending to be someone who has one-night stands, just like she tried to pass herself off as a smoker.

I clean myself and go back outside.

I have to find her. She’s not walking away from me, just like that. I don’t even have her number.

As I reach the hall, where the award event has just ended, I regret not keeping an eye on her as she went inside to find her friend.

I thought by keeping my distance, I was helping her fool her friend into thinking she wasn’t leaving with a man.

But maybe she wasn’t fooling her friend. Maybe she was fooling me. Maybe she was only pretending when she said she was going to leave with me.

Jesus, my head is starting to hurt.

“Gabe, there you are,” Dad says as he puts one hand one my shoulder. He pushes me toward the front of the room, where a bunch of old men have gathered.

Damn it. I forgot Dad would be looking for me.

I’m not interested in talking to these people. I have a girl to find.

I nod and smile when Dad’s friends shake my hand one by one, but my eyes continue to scan the hall.

I squint at all the women who are wearing red dresses, studying their features. But even from a distance, I can tell she’s not among them.

Who the fuck is this girl, what does she really want, and where has she disappeared to?