SEXUAL FANTASIES IN A HOTEL

Rain has taken something strong, he has ingested something, that makes him want Katy to do crazy things with him, which are not possible at home and with his daughter. He suggests that they go to a hotel, so he can satisfy his sexual fantasies…

It's surprisingly hard to figure out what to wear when you're not supposed to wear anything. I'm just now leaving my house at six-thirty because I spent so long looking for a non-outfit, and because I was hyping myself up to wear what I'm wearing or... not wearing. The entire drive over I ask myself if I'm crazy over and over again. What other reason would there be for me to be driving to a hotel with no panties or bra on. Just a pair of black heels and a wrap dress tied at the waist.

I arrive at the hotel and pull up to let valet park my car. The valet's eyebrows raise when I get out of the car, giving me a much-needed boost to my confidence. I take the ticket he extends, only marginally paying attention to the way he watches me as he walks around my car to the driver's seat. I chuckle, but those aren't the eyes I want on me.

I walk into the hotel, through the lobby, and into the elevator. It feels like a bit of deja vu as I ride up, but this time I'm much more excited than nervous. Especially with what I'm about to do. I look at the camera in the corner of the elevator, swallowing, wondering if someone is sitting in a room somewhere, watching the monitors. I don't exactly know if I want there to be or not.

The elevator reaches the twelfth floor, and I step off, unzipping my large handbag as I follow the signs to get to the correct room. I reach the door and take a deep breath before knocking. Then, before I can talk myself out of it or second guess, I reach for the bow at my waist and hurry to untie it. The dress falls open, and convincing myself there's no one watching, and that if there is, that they're damn lucky to be getting a good show, I pull the sleeve down my one arm, then the other, and just as I hear thedoorknob begin to turn, I stuff the dress into my handbag and toss it to the floor a few feet away.

He opens the door, and his mouth opens, but whatever he was about to say never comes as his eyes, wide and full of shock, look up and down my very naked body. I only take in his own almost naked body except for boxer briefs for a few seconds before I tilt my head at him, smirking at his reaction. At him still staring at me in silence.

"I'd say this is one point for me," I tease.

He clears his throat, giving his head a barely-there shake. I love watching him trying to compose himself, to see him off-kilter for once. But his next words tell me he's ready to take back control of this night.

"I wonder how long you would stand there, bared for everyone to see."

Damn it. One point for him, I'd say. Because I don't know how long I could stand in this spot, naked, in nothing but heels, waiting for him to let me in. But, looking at the absolute lust in his eyes, the need that's making his Adam's apple bob with his swallow, I don't think he'll leave me out here for long. So I play along.

"I wonder how long it'll be before you just looking at me isn't enough."

He arches a brow, stepping into the hallway to come closer to me. "Did you walk through the lobby like this? The elevator? The hallway? Did you let everyone see this body? Do you think they knew that you were coming up here so I could make you moan my name?"

"Maybe if you make me moan loud enough, they'll know."

He grabs my hand and yanks me into the room. I don't even get the chance to gasp because his mouth is crashing down on mine, tongue sliding into my mouth, demanding I return his wild kiss. And I do, gripping his hair so he doesn't have a choice but to kiss me harder. His beard scratches my cheeks in the best way while his hands begin to wander everywhere. On my breasts one second, one on my pussy the next as the other goes to my ass, squeezing my ass cheek so hard I break our kiss with a hiss.

He begins walking us backwards, lips moving to my neck, finger rubbing my clit in rough circles.

"Did you like standing there naked?" he asks harshly. "Your breasts, your pussy on display?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Do you feel how fucking hard you have me?"

I can. His cock is between my thighs, rubbing against the parts of my pussy that his hand isn't covering.

"Answer me," he snaps.

"Yes, I feel it," I gasp out, his two fingers thrusting into me fast and hard.

"Do you want this cock in your mouth or your pussy first?"

"My pussy. Please." Because I need to be filled by much more than his fingers right now.

We don't make it to the bed this time. His fingers slide out of me and then the room is a blur as he spins me around. I'm quickly bending over the arm of the couch with my hands hurrying to reach out and balance myself. I barely breathe as I listen to the sound of the condom wrapper opening, then he's at my opening, pushing in, making me take every inch of him with one thrust.

"Rain." His name leaves me in a strangled moan as he stretches me.

He leans over me, his mouth coming to my ear while he gives me slow, shallow strokes.

"A whore or a slut?"

"Whore. Your whore."

He stills, and I realize what I said. I can't take it back.

"What did you say?"

And I find I don't want to.

"I want you to treat me like I'm your whore."

"You sure about that, Katy?"

"Yes."

Then his weight lifts from me, and a second later, his hands are on my hips, gripping tight enough to hurt as he slides out of me only to slam back in. He holds me right where he wants me, not even giving me the opportunity to run from him. Not that I would. He pounds into me without mercy, no rhythm, just one fast, hard thrust after the other until my head is falling forward with the orgasm I feel coming. One hand leaves my hip and then pain flares against my right ass cheek. With my gasp comes the realization that he spanked my ass. He does it again, and again. Lets go of my other hip to spank the other side.

I'm gripping the fabric of the couch, nothing but gasps and pleas under him. But not pleas for him to stop like I would have expected. Pleas for him not to. Because that pain, mixing with the pleasure every stroke of his cock is giving me, it has me right there. It has my eyes closing, my back arching for more, my pussy tightening around him because it never wants him to leave.

His hands move, one trailing up my spine until it reaches my neck, comes around to clutch my throat. He squeezes, driving into me harder, grunting, groaning.

"Take my cock. Take all of it. I feel you squeezing around me. You want to come on this cock, don't you?"

"Yes!" I cry out.

"But you need more?"

"Yes." I don't know what. A few more strokes. More pressure against my throat, even though I'm already feeling my pulse thrumming from how tight he's gripping it. More. More. More. My body is demanding it.

"I'll give you more."

He leans over me, and I shiver at the feeling of his tongue licking up his spine, taking me that much closer to where I need to be. Then his finger is at my clit, rubbing it, working me to the point that my eyes are closing with the tension building.

"Yes, yes. Right there." So close. So fucking close.

But then his finger is gone, and a groan of pure frustration leaves me.

He just chuckles, slowing down his strokes as he says, "Don't worry. I'm gonna take care of my whore."

That finger, wet from being on my clit, is at my asshole. A sharp breath escapes me as I wait for him to go beyond the pressure he's putting there, but he's still. I realize his stillness is asking for permission.

"Please, Rain," I beg as I push back into him, and his finger.

And the next moment, he's sliding his finger in, at the same time that he slowly thrusts into me. A long moan leaves me, the feeling of his cock filling me, his finger stretching me almostoverwhelming. Almost. He begins thrusting both of them into me faster, harder, and my orgasm is right there, barely out of my reach. It's when his hand tightens on my throat as he slams his cock and finger deep into me that I come.

"Don't stop, Rain. Please don't stop. Don't stop."

"Come on my cock like you're my whore," he pants. "Fuck your ass on my finger. Let me feel you yelling my name against my hand."