| Straight: BDSM: A Simple Life (2/6) |
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"with me, you shall." About to become angered at his brazeness, he moved forward and kissed me tenderly. My anger melted into something I hadn't felt for a long time. A yearning for another human's touch. A desire to be held, kissed. Not another word did he speak. He moved to take my hand in his, placed my jacket over my shoulders and left $20 on the table. He lead and I followed. We returned to the parking lot, leading me to his car, he opened the passenger side of his car door and ushered me in. I sat quietly as he rounded the car and slid into the driver's seat. He told me we were going to a hotel, and I was about to protest, but he placed a warm hand over my mouth to stop the words from flowing out. "No, you deserve this." The engine started and he backed out of the parking spot. I looked at my shoes, nervous yet anxious. My gaze remained at my feet. Not daring to look at him or the world passing by. I felt very unsure of myself at this time. Not knowing how to react. Whether to protest and attempt to squirm my way out of this situation, but there was an electricity flowing I hadn't felt in a very long time. It seemed an eternity as silence enveloped us; he drove the main strip in town. There are a few dives along the road as town is an exit from the interstate, most catering to truckers. It wasn't long before he pulled into another lot and I looked to see where we were. A small, clean motel with a better reputation than others around, I felt strangely relieved. He exited the car and went into the office to register for a room. My mind began racing with thoughts of getting out of the car and walking back towards town. What was I doing? I must be out of my mind! I don't know what kept me silent and planted firmly there in the car, but I did not run. He returned to the car, brandishing a room key as if it were a trophy. Once back in the car he leaned towards me and I returned his gaze. He again kissed me. A deep passionate, kiss with a hint of urgency, longing in its pressure. He said, "I want you to say nothing, I will not hurt you, but you must obey my every command." "Will you do as you are told, no questions asked?" I nodded slowly, keeping my silence. By this time, I was at his mercy. My jeans dampening with the surge of juices from my long neglected box. My nipples were erect and straining to be freed from my brassiere, I shushed the voices in my head telling me how wrong this was. I didn't want to stop this any longer. "Stay here", he commanded. Exiting the car and removing a small overnight bag from the rear seat, he went into the room. I found myself growing impatient. I ground my hips to find the seam in my jeans to rub against my clit. I tried to see what's going on in the room, but the curtains are drawn tight, not the slightest movement could be detected. He returned to the car. Opening the passenger door and taking my hand, he led me from the car to the door of the room. Opening the door to the room, he led me in ahead of him. My eyes scanned the room as quickly and discreetly as I could. His coat and hat were discarded upon a chair next to the door. |
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