Crawl to Me

By 6:55 PM, Mia's one small overnight bag was hidden in the closet and out of the way. She could have used a drink but it would be rude to start by herself. She knew that she would have to wait until he got there, at least. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, her brunette hair tied up, her long curls gently resting on her neck. This is where she met him once month so he could remind her that he owned her body and that her only option was to submit to him.

Things weren't always this way but there was a routine now. An understanding. She couldn't help but run her hands over her lips, her neck, her freshly shaven legs in anticipation of his touch. As she walked around the familiar room, she remembered what had happened there. What he had gotten her to do, despite herself. He had single handedly transformed her from a shy and reserved girl to depraved toy to be played with.

At 6:58, Mia knew that she had better get into position. Walking to the side of the bed she dropped to her knees, head bent slightly forward, hands folded onto her lap. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard the grandfather clock, a staple on each floor of this hotel, ring out seven times. A few moments later the hall filled with the sound of footsteps until finally, the door opened.

She managed to keep her head downwards as Don entered the room, despite her impulse to look at him. She felt the familiar thrill in her stomach at his long-anticipated arrival, her heart thudding thunderously in her ample chest. He usually made her wait before beginning. It was a test, the first of many. Even so, she felt his gaze burning through her. She inhaled the smell of his cologne in deep breaths, getting tipsy off of it. He always made her wait, she knew that. Patiently, she listened as he began to fix a drink - no, two drinks. There was the distinct sound of two glasses being placed on the table.

"Thank God." She let herself exhale slowly, "Of course he knows how badly I need one." She thought to herself. The next thing she registered was the sound of him sitting on the leather lounge chair next to the window. Before long, he gave his first command.

"Face me."

She briefly closed her eyes to the sound of his deep voice before obeying. As she turned, she lifted her head to meet his eyes. She should know better by now but she couldn't help it. He was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Dark hair, brown eyes, strong jaw, and broad shoulders. Clearly, he was annoyed that she had been so impetuous as to look him in the eye without permission but she could tell that he was also pleased for the excuse to punish her.

"Someone's feeling reckless this evening." He said with a scolding but amused tone. She quickly looked down but the damage had been done.

"Come here."

She managed to lift one foot off the ground before he interrupted.

"No, no." he chided. His expression said everything. His body is relaxed, leaned back in his chair, legs slightly spread, and a familiar cruel look on his face. She felt her pussy grow warm, just from that look. A gentle throbbing persisted as she prepared herself. Slowly, eyes unmoving from the ground, she lowered herself to the floor onto all fours. Her back arched as she became painfully aware of how vulnerable her cunt was in that position, exposed and begging for attention.

Gracefully, she crawled, her breath still stuck in her throat. She continued towards his feet as her pussy grew wet. She was careful not to rush, knowing that she was meant to make a show of herself. She had almost certainly soaked through her dress by the time she reached his shoes, her face flushed. Unmoving, he made her wait on her hands and knees, allowing her desperation to grow.

Mia hadn't always been into these sorts of things. He had done this to her. And now she relied on him to fulfill the filthy needs he had inspired in her. No one has ever made Mia cum as hard as this man, time and time again. It had become a drug, an addiction. Something she would do anything to experience again. That was their arrangement. She does as he says and he would use her until she was shaking with satisfaction. High for the next month until their next encounter.

"Close your eyes, open your mouth." He practically growled.

She obeyed, parting her soft lips and praying that he would enter her mouth so she could taste him, please him. But instead she was surprised by cold touch of glass. The powerful taste of alcohol filled her mouth as he dipped the glass forward. She drank as fast as she could but he tipped the glass so quickly that she couldn't keep up. She sputtered the booze, mouth struggling to swallow as the rest of the drink washed over her face. Without thinking Mia backed up, hands at her face, trying to wipe the liquid from her eyes. Big mistake.

Slap!

Mia nearly cried out in surprise and pain. Before she knew it, he'd struck her round bubble ass again causing her to gasp.

Slap! His hand gripped her coiled hair tightly as he shoved her face into the boozed-soaked carpet, ass displayed in the air.

"If you're going to act with such disobedience then I'm going to have to remind you of how this works."

Slap! Her eyes were watering but she managed to gather herself enough to apologize.

"I'm sorry!"

Slap! Slap!

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

Hurriedly she shook her head.

"It seems like you've forgotten how to behave when you're here with me."

She shook her head, again.

"Arguing?" Slap! His anger was calm and therefore terrifying.

Mia's head dropped in defeat but managed to remain silent.

"Better." he told her, stroking her still stinging ass. He settled back into the lounge chair and she remained where he had left her, face pressed against the carpet and her sore behind still on display.

"Tell me what happens when you break the rules."

Despite her eagerness to please him, her voice broke, still caught off guard by everything that had just happened. "I get punished."

"Yes." He dranks from his glass and paused for a moment, considering what to do with her.

"Stand at the head of the table." he said coolly.

Trembling with both fear and excitement Mia slowly lifted herself off of the ground, not bothering to wipe away her tears or what was left of her drink. Dutifully, she stood at the head of the table. It was small and rectangular, enough for perhaps two people to share if they didn't mind touching while they used it. Before she had another moment to think his strong hand was on the back of her neck, bending her over the table.

"Arms out."

She relented. As much as she may fear these punishments something inside of her has learned to love them. Her excitement was palpable, hungry to earn back his good graces and then her reward. Don made his way towards the opposite side of the table and soon she could feel rope tightening around her wrists. Then her ankles.

Mia's legs were spread with her full weight laid across the table, chin resting on the edge. Her knees shook but she wasn't sure if it was from anticipation or fear. Suddenly, his large warm hand stroked her ass, admiring the redness that he had caused. As he pet her, her soaked pussy began to drip arousal down her leg.

"What's this?" he asked, chuckling. He stood directly behind her backside before exposing it to the cold air. Lifting the bottom of her dress above her beautifully curved rear, he laid it over her waist.

"Tisk tisk." She could hear that cruel smile in his voice. "Dirty girl." He told her. "What the point of even having these when you're such a horny little slut?"

With that he slipped his hand under her panties and yanked. The sound of them snapping rang out before he threw absentmindedly them to the side.

"New rule, pet. You have no use for panties when you're here. Do you understand?"

Mia nodded.

"Answer me, properly."

"Yes, sir." She told him.

"Good girl." He stroked her again, this time along her ass and down her soft thighs, tracing his finger around her drenched lips. "But you still need to be punished before you can earn a reward."

She tensed. She knew it was coming but she had gotten lost in his touch. She didn't care what he did to her if it would earn her the prize she had been waiting for. She breathed heavily, nearly trying to rub herself against the edge of the table for some relief.

"Yes, sir. B-but please. I need to cum." She pleaded.

With that he placed his fingers directly onto her sex, applying just enough pressure so that she began to gush onto his hand. Firmly and steadily he ran the tip of his finger from the back of her pussy and swept it upward onto her clit, rubbing it softly.

"Whose cunt is this?" He asked dangerously.

"It's yours." She told him. Shit. She realized a moment too late. He gripped her clit between his index and thumb, and twisted.

"It's yours, sir!" she corrected but it was too late. He slapped her slit with an open hand and this time she couldn't help but cry out.

"Exactly," he murmured softly against her ear, his warm breath spreading goosebumps across her supple skin, "so I will decide when and if it needs to cum."

Mia could only nod but he didn't press her any further. He was tuned it, watching carefully. He knew her limits. He understood how to push her and when to recognize that she was giving all she had.

She felt him step away, returning to the bedside. All she could hear were the sounds of things opening and closing. He was lost to her for several minutes since she was tied down so tightly that she could hardly move an inch, let alone turn her head to watch him. All she could do was listen to the mysterious sounds coming from behind her. After several moments, she heard the sound of a chair scrap slightly against the floor and then a firm pressure pressed between her legs. She moaned, softly, thankful for anything to touch her pulsating folds. She had to ball her hands into fists, nails digging into her palm, to avoid rubbing herself against the hard-slick object.

Now he was standing in front of her. She could see his lower half but could not move her arms enough to raise herself at all. He stroked her hair, affectionately. She knew something big was coming. Seamlessly, the fingers that were caressing her head tangled themselves into her dark hair and pulled in back. He lifted her head so far back that her perk pink nipples were barely grazing the table. She was bent in an unnatural way and it was only exasperating her desperate need to be handled. He must have read her mind. While Don held her up with ease using one hand his other firmly cupped her breast, massaging it with a gentleness that completely contrasted the grip he had on her hair.

Soon his fondling relented and she heard the familiar sound of his buckle. Her pussy twitched automatically at the sound.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked coldly

"I belong to you, sir." She had just enough time to finish the sentence before he dropped her head roughly and slid his thick rock-hard cock between her lips. He pumped a few times before pulling out and letting her feverishly lick his shaft, slowly making her way to the swollen tip. His smell consumed her and she closed her eyes to savor it, eager to taste his musty salty flavor.

"Pet?" he cooed as he began thrusting again, allowing himself to enter deeper and deeper until he nearly hit the back of her throat.

A muffled "Mmm hmm?" was all she could reply

"I want to remind you of a few rules." He said emphasizing the last word with a forceful push. "You are not to cum until you're given permission. If you dare lose track of yourself, I will hang you off the balcony naked and spread for the world to see. Do you understand?"

A whimper was adequate response.

"Lick." He commanded. He pulled himself out and teased her warm wet mouth, making her strain to reach him. "Good girl."

"This doesn't seem too difficult." She thought to herself. Being tied to a table so she could give him head wasn't as challenging a punishment as she had had in the past. But with that thought she had jinxed herself, almost as if he was reading her mind the moment that thought entered her mind, she heard a click. Her eyes shot open to the sight of a small remote in his hand. Not a moment later, a powerful vibration filled her pussy. She realized then how he was going to make her pay for breaking his rules.

A deep guttural moan left her, almost to beg him for mercy but he only grinned.

"That's right, pet." He said teased "You need to show me your self-control." He entered her mouth again shuddering in pleasure at how soft and warm it was. Her tongue pulsated against his thick dripping dick. He began to fuck her sweet blushing face harder as he pressed the button on the remote again to increase the intensity of the vibrations. She gave another delicious moan as her body tensed. He could tell that she was trying her best to keep from disobeying him but he wasn't sure that her best would be good enough. And how wonderful she would look, tied to a spreader and swinging gently in the wind outside for everyone to see.

Her eyes clenched as he bobbed her head up and down against his member. Her body began to tremble, the gentle rumble of the toy made her squirm. "Hold still and take it." He ordered firmly. And so she tried but couldn't help but cry out, the sound muffled by his engorged cock that was nearly to the back of her throat.

"Good. Slut." He said through cleansed teeth, enjoying the vibrations that her wails were making on his member. Before long his own orgasm began to rise. But he didn't want to cum, not yet. He took a deep breath, summoned his strength and with a smirk hit the remote once again. It hummed with fury and his slut lost herself for a moment, fully tensed and on the edge of disobeying her master again.

"Tisk!" He hissed, the only reminder he would give and her eyes met his, watering and wild for release. She knew his threat wasn't a hollow one and as much as she enjoyed being put in her place she wanted to avoid such a display of public humiliation. She steadied herself at his gaze as he let himself fuck the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow his massive prick, her eyes rolling back as if to surrender to his use of her body. Finally, satisfied with her sacrifice and self-control, he withdrew his erection and shot his large hot load all over her sputtering face, his body bent in ecstasy.

He lost himself in his orgasm for a moment, it had shaken him. But her stifled whimpers brought him back into the room. Eyes still closed, he fingered the remote and brought the merciless sex toy to a halt. Still, she whimpered. He knew the loss of stimulation was nearly as painful as it's presence at this point.

"Don't worry, you've earned some attention." He said almost softly as he scooped a dollop of his cum off of her face and held it in front of her. She looked almost sheepish, and delicately licked his finger clean, careful to show him how grateful she was.

Mercifully, he released her arms from their bind, allowed her a few moments to catch her breath, and wipe her face clean although her legs were still pinned to the table. Before long he walked behind her and forcefully twister her arms behind her. Managing to restrain them both with one powerful hand he wrapped the material on the bottom of her dress around his other hand and yanked until it tore. Pressing her arms into her back so much as to force Mia to bend backwards to accommodate, he roughly pressed the balled-up cloth onto her absolutely drenched cunt, soaking up her cum. Finally satisfied, Don reached around and stuffed it into Mia's sore little mouth.

"Can't have you disturbing the neighbors." He said with a chuckle while she writhed against his forceful grip, her own taste filling her head. "Now, to get what's coming to you." It didn't take long for Don to skillfully hog tie her. He walked around her, admiring his work, as tears fell down Mia's rosy cheeks. She knew he would make her wait before giving her what she needed but she could hardly stand it. Her body was screaming for relief, pleading for her to submit so that she could feel that sought-after euphoria wash over her. It had been too long; she needed her fix.

"Well, aren't you my pretty slut?" Don asked, making his way back to between her legs. They were sprawled out pathetically so that he had the perfect view of her tight pink cunt, swollen with excitement, and just begging to be filled. Once again, he pulled out his large cock, made so hard at her abused pussy that the veins were throbbing. Stepping forward he softly circled his dick around her folds, carefully teasing her. She nearly seemed to be sobbing as she nodded her head mutely, gently moaning each time he allowed a bit of pressure.

"What a slut you are, aren't you?" Again, she nodded fervently. She knew what she was and what she was willing to do to earn his cock. He stepped a bit closer allowing the head of his dick to rest firmly against her opening, just nearly inside of her. He used his hands to spread her ass cheeks roughly, causing her ass hole to stretch and her pussy open a little bit wider.

"This is what you want, isn't it you dirty girl?" All she could let out was a loud moan through her gag as if she couldn't take waiting a moment longer. "That's right, you dirty little bitch." And with that he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her dripping quivering cunt all the way onto his hard-awaiting member. Mia screamed in overwhelming pleasure as every nerve in her body exploding in unison. He began pounding her pussy rhythmically, filling the girl until her cunt was stretched tightly around his thick manhood.

Tears were freely streaming down Mia's face now as she felt her whole body tense, preparing for the powerful climax he had been cultivating all evening. She tried to beg through her gag but all that could be heard was a throaty groan.

"Not yet, pet." He said gruffly between thrusts, slowing his hips to deep intentional movements. She squeezed her eyes shut and curved her toes, trying desperately to hold off the impending orgasm that was building beyond her control.

"You cum when I say you may." He kept up his rhythm, enjoying her struggle. She had never felt so full of cock. So unbelievable filled, every thrust radiating pleasure throughout her body.

She tried to spit the soaked cloth out her mouth so she could beg but only choked, helpless. Knowing her intention, he pulled her hair a bit more so he could reach a dangling piece of the material and pull it out. "Did you want to say something, slut?" He asked her mockingly

"P-please, sir!" She gasped. "P-please, your slut is begging you to let her cum!"

With that he bent his legs, sinking his center of gravity below the table and yanked her hair hard enough to tip the entire table onto two legs. Gravity did the work then, her entire body weight fell onto his stiff dick as he bounced her up and down, splashing her juices onto both of them.

"Cum, slut!" he roared. Instantly, drunk with his permission, Mia felt what felt like a whip lash of excruciating rapture consume her as the walls of the hotel faded away. She was swallowed up in warm waves of pleasure that claimed every bit of her consciousness. He shot his seed into her until it dripped freely from her cunt, thoroughly overflowing. She had been shot upward into a cacophony of exhilarating sensations, remaining there until she slowly began to float back down to earth, back into her body.

By the time she had returned to herself, the table was sat back normally on the floor, and he had already wiped himself up. He knelt next to her face, absolutely stunning and glowing pink in post orgasmic bliss. He stroked her hair away from her face. She shivered at his touch, sensitive to any exposure to the man who had such control over her.