The sound of the knock on the door forced another growl, more savage in nature, to erupt and I dragged my tongue across my lips. The slight pink flush on her cheeks turned to bright crimson, her effort to cover her breasts and beautiful bare pussy pushing me close to the edge.
"Stay right here. Do not move." My instructions were clear and perhaps I was testing her, fully aware that her luscious body could be seen by the person behind the door.
Her mouth twisted as if to object, but she did as she was told, a hint of defiance in her facial expression.
I wasted no time answering the door, ushering the young man from the hotel inside. His eyes held surprise even as it was easy to tell his excitement grew by the sight of her.
"Your... champagne, sir," he said in broken English. He rolled the cart just inside, backing away almost immediately.
My actions were abominable, but I enjoyed the show if only for a few moments before handing him a cool hundred-dollar bill. I locked the door behind him after he left.
There would be no more interruptions.
Sierra remained nervous as I walked closer once again, my desire building to the point that I wasn't certain I could be gentle.
"You're a very bad girl attempting to seduce a stranger." I walked around her in a circle, taking several deep breaths.
"Yes," she managed.
I tapped her on the bottom before wrapping my hand around her long hair. "You will address me with respect, Sierra. Is that understood?"
"Yes... Yes, sir."
I knew a submissive when I saw one and her needs were significant. "Better. I think you need to learn a lesson." I eased around to face her again, sliding a strand of hair from her face before taking her hand into mine and placing it on the buckle of my leather belt.
Her eyes opened wide, her mouth twisting as she took shallow breaths. "I don't understand."
"I think you do. In fact," I said in a hushed tone, "I think you've craved a dominant man in your life, one who will discipline you as necessary, fucking you as often as he desires and who will make certain that you understand your place. Isn't that true, doll?"
I could see the wheels of her mind processing before she lowered her eyes, her fingers fumbling as she attempted to tug the strap from the brass buckle. "Yes, sir."
"I can't hear you, Sierra."
"Yes. Sir." She tugged again, able to begin the arduous process of pulling the belt free from the tight confines of my pant loops. With every inch she gained, she took a deep breath until she was moaning once again.
I was fucking enthralled, mesmerized in a way that left me unable to focus clearly. When she was finished with her task, she took a controlled step backwards, holding the strap in both hands. An offer. A telling moment.
This was something she craved more than almost anything else.
My entire body was hyped up on extreme adrenaline as I eased the strap from her hands, immediately folding the belt until the two ends were together. She watched my every move, every ragged breath she made laced with a breathless whimper, but there was such excitement in her eyes. She burned with the same kind of fire that I did, one that would never be quenched.
I rolled the leather across her cheek before sliding the strap between her breasts. Her nipples were rosy and already hardened from intense excitement. I could barely contain my actions as I pressed the end across one hardened bud then the other.
While she continued to quiver, she was able to lock eyes with mine, her green irises drawing me into her incredible web.
"Legs apart," I directed, taking several deep breaths in an effort to control myself.
There was no hesitation, Sierra obeying me immediately.
"Hands over your head, fingers locked," I continued.
"Yes, sir." Another moment of obedience.
Yet, I'd never wanted to spank a woman as badly as I did at this moment. I rolled the strap down her stomach, encircling her belly button before positioning the belt between her legs. "Do you enjoy the feel of leather, Sierra?"
"Very much, sir," she breathed.
The mere sight of her swollen pussy lips was breathtaking, my balls tightening. I rubbed the leather back and forth, savoring the way she blinked several times as she jutted her hips forward. "They say you can't have extreme pleasure without a taste of pain. Do you believe that, Sierra?"
"Mmm... Yes, sir."
I slid the strap back and forth more vigorously, my heart racing as the desire continued to build. When the strap was thoroughly coated with her pussy juice, I pulled the belt to my nose, taking a deep breath. "Perfect. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
She seemed surprised at this particular command but did as she was told. The moment I slid the wet portion of the belt across her tongue, she swayed forward, as if ready to fall to the floor. She was a very hungry little minx, her longing almost as intense as my own.
"Imagine the moment I whip that pussy of yours," I said in a husky tone, forced to take several deep breaths.
"Yes. God, yes, sir."
I took a step back, wrapping the buckled end of the belt around my hand then flicking the end against her breasts.
Her body shook, her mouth opening wide, but her eyes maintained a look of absolute ecstasy. I repeated the action, snapping my wrist, the sound of the strap hitting her skin such beautiful music. I was on fire as I slapped her breasts one last time before walking behind her, caressing her beautiful bottom lovingly. Her body was sublime: an hourglass figure and rounded hips, long legs that were meant to wrap around my waist and perfect peaks for nipples. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy, lapping every drop of sweet cream.
"Discipline is vital. Necessary. Do you agree?" I asked rhetorically. The scent of her filled my nostrils, pulling me into another dimension.
"Yes... I mean, yes, sir."
"Then you understand that I'm going to spank that beautiful bottom of yours."