Chapter 18 - Hotel (1/2)

”You still coming over?”

My eyes have read over that text at least a dozen times, even as I pull up it still feels like I'm dreaming.

I put the car in park and pick up my phone, typing one word ”Here”, before throwing my phone to the side and relaxing.

I close my eyes for just a moment and open them when I hear someone tap softly.

I click unlock on the door and watch as she slides into my passenger seat.

”What're you waiting for? Let's go.”

She says as she pulls her seatbelt on and leans back.

”Before I leave this driveway, tell me if you're ready.”

I say softly as I look over and take in her beauty.

”I still think you're bluffing about being this daddy who can take care of my every need.

So, let's go and you can prove me wrong.”

She says with a smirk and rolls her eyes.

”As you wish, darlin.”

I smile as I back out of the driveway and head towards the hotel.

”Have you ever been fuċkėd by a real man?”

I ask a simple question and break the silence.

”Yeah, I've fuċkėd 30 year olds.”

She says with another smirk and rolls her eyes once again.

”That's no-”

I go to say but stop myself.

”Aight darlin.”

I say with a smile as we pull up to the hotel and I park, before stepping out and popping the trunk.

”I thought we were going to your house.”

”Well, I have some plans that I needed more space for.”

I laugh as I grab the black duffel bag from my trunk and close it.

”What's in there?”

She asks and shuffles her feet slightly.

”Just some shit I need, darlin.”

I smile as we walk inside and I flash my room key to the front desk, getting a nod from the receptionist before she returns to her computer.

I continue walking until we reach a big elevator.

I don't even think as I click the buŧŧon and call for it, stepping in and standing silently as the doors close.

”Where ar-”

I drop the duffel bag in my right hand and wrap my hand around her throat, pinning her to the elevator wall with a wicked smile.

I can feel her breath get caught in her throat, as her body tenses up and she grabs my arm.

”When I asked if you'd ever fuċkėd a real man, I meant had you ever fuċkėd a man who knows how to treat a woman...

You might wanna be treated like a princess in public, but in the bedroom you wanna be fuċkėd like a nasty whore...”

I snarl as I spin her with ease and pin her face to the wall.

”But, I'm guessing that every man who's ever fuċkėd you, treated you like a fragile flower.

Please correct me if I'm wrong.”

I growl as I run my other hand up her skirt and slide my finger up her slits, feeling just how wet her pretty pussƴ is already.

”Yo-You're not wro-wrong.”

”Exactly whore.

When you're in this room, you're fuċkɨnġ mine.

I don't give a Fuck how everyone else treats you, to me you're just another nasty sŀut.

Now, stop trying to fuċk my finger and control yourself, bitch.”

I snarl and let go as the elevator dings, picking up my bag and walking out like nothing happened.

I can hear her footsteps behind me, so I know she hasn't backed out.

As we approach the room, I can still hear the heavy metal music playing as loud as possible.

”Why is the music so loud?”

She asks as we step into the room and she covers her ears.

”You know how your parents just abruptly left?”

I ask with a laugh as I set my bag on the bed and open it.

”Yeah, they said that they'd won some contest.”

She says with a confused look and watches me.

”It's so easy to make a fake contest sheet.”

I smile as I walk to the mini bar and pull out a bottle of Jack, opening it and taking a few good sized gulps.

”What the hell, why would you do that?”

She asks and gets pissed, stomping her way towards me.

”Well, I'm a sadist darlin and I was wondering how I could fuċk with you the most.

I laugh and close the bottle of Jack, returning to my bag of toys.

”Why'd you have the music going though?”

She asks and sits on the bed, knowing that she does want this.

”Your parents have been putting in complaints since about six.

So, I'm guessing the next noise complaint they have, they'll walk over here and address it themselves.”

I smile as I pull out a riding crop and a paddle.

”Which one do you prefer, darlin?”

I ask and look at her.

”You sick fuċkɨnġ bastard.”

She snarls and looks at me like I'm the worst person in the world.

”Riding crop....”

She says softly as she blushes and looks away ashamed.

”There's nothing to feel ashamed about, darlin.

You're curious as to how a real man will treat you, it's not your fault really.”

I say as I pull out a ball gag.

”Do you wanna use the ball gag or have your pȧntɨės shoved in your mouth?”

I ask as I look up at her again.

”Ummm... Neither, I can control myself.”

She says and crosses her arms.

”I'll just gag you with your own pȧntɨės,.”

I say as I throw the ball gag aside and keep looking through my bag.

”While I'm deciding what I wanna do to you, start Fucking stripping.”

I growl as I pull out a pair of handcuffs and a bundle of rope, weighing the pros and cons of each before choosing the handcuffs.

”Ahem.”

She fake coughs as she slowly starts to unzip her jacket.

”Bitch, did I ask for a Fucking strip tease?

I told you to Fucking strip.”

I snarl as I walk over and wrap my hand around her throat, before yanking her jacket the rest of the way off.

I don't even hesitate as I grab her tank top and rip it off of her, watching as her perfect brėȧsts are exposed.

”No bra, sŀut?”

I smile as I lean down and start biting her nɨppŀės, moving back and forth so neither get neglected.

”Fuckkk.”

She whimpers and stands there, letting him do whatever he wants to her.

I start to kiss my way up her neck and pull away to look in her eyes.

”I'm gonna hurt you, but there's nothing to be afraid of.”

I whisper as I kiss her softly and keep my grip on her throat, not choking but just holding her there for me.

”You're my escape and in order for me to clear my head, I have to bring pain and pŀėȧsurė to another individual.”

I say softly as I move back to her neck and bite softly, before suċkɨnġ on the already bruising area.

”I understand, daddy.”

She mȯȧns softly as she feels herself melting in the man's hands.

She doesn't understand why, but she doesn't feel scared at all.

She wants him to be able to release.

”Do what you need to do.”

She whispers and closes her eyes, readying herself for what's to come.

For one moment, everything in my head clears and I feel okay.

I run my eyes up and down the this gorgeous girl, but stop at her face.

It's like a work of art and I can't pull my eyes away from it.

This is the moment where I decide that I'm not gonna use any toys.

I'm gonna fuċk this girl's world up all on my own.

I move hands to her ȧss and pick her up with ease, so I can set her on the bed and look at her perfect body.

”What are you gonna do to me, daddy?”

She asks with a hint of fear in her eyes.

”Just keep your Fucking mouth shut and enjoy, okay?”

I say as I start kissing my way down her body, ripping her skirt away with ease as I reach her stomach.

”Yes daddy.”

She says softly and leans back, wondering why he isn't using any of the various toys he brought.

In this moment, my sole purpose is to be her escape.

This girl deserves everything that I crave too.

So, I'm gonna give her those few moments of pure bliss that she craves, hoping she'll remember it forever.

I reach her pussƴ and don't hesitate as I start ŀɨċkɨnġ up her slits, letting her juice run down my tongue.

I quickly find her ċŀɨt and start ŀɨċkɨnġ it softly, before suċkɨnġ it into my mouth as I slide a finger into her dripping hole.