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Click hereWendy sat down, slipped off her heels under the desk, crossed her legs and reached for the mouse to open her email, again. She clicked on Gus's last message, reading it one more time, checking the address he gave her, and the time she was supposed to arrive. It was simple, a few lines of instructions, a time and an address, but she read it carefully before she closed the program. Looking over the circulation desk, out into the library, everything was quiet. There were the same few grad students who were there every Sunday evening and probably knew the library almost as well as she did plus one diligent undergrad, who seemed to be using the library for study space more than research. She was hoping for a newcomer, a freshman maybe, someone bewildered and glad of assistance, but, nope, everyone was doing fine. She checked the request inbox, none of the professors were working tonight; no new research requests. All that left was checking in the books the busy day shift had left and plenty of time to day dream. She let her hands do the work while her mind drifted.
Gus was asking for something new, something she hadn't expected at all. He wanted her to visit another Dom, alone. Of all the things he'd asked, this was the most unnerving. Usually she liked it when he messed with her head a little; he liked keeping her off balance and in suspense, vulnerable. And he had a good idea of what scared her, what intimidated her. He wanted more from her, she wasn't sure exactly what, but he wouldn't have asked if he didn't want it. So she'd go. She thought about that for a second, what* she'd actually be doing. Kneeling naked and blindfolded, but not secure in the knowledge that Gus was right there with her. Naked, blindfolded and alone. She pushed the thought away and slipped her feet back into her shoes. It was getting near closing, time to walk the stacks and give everyone the fifteen minute warning. Blinking the lights seemed rude to the elderly head librarian, so each night one of the staff walked around and apologized to each patron, regretfully informing them that the library closed at midnight.
Walking slowly up the wide stone stairs, she thought of the man she was going to visit. Most of the guys Gus had her fuck were sent on their way before he took her blindfold off. They would stay and cuddle a bit if they wanted, but the conversation was mostly between the men, she would lay there quietly snuggled up to one or both of them, only offering the occasional comment. A very few of their favorites were allowed to see her face, he'd take her blindfold off and her demeanor would start to shift slowly back. This one however had not only seen her face, but spent enough time with them that he'd seen her clothed and even once shared a meal. He'd make this much easier. Confidant and rough, energetic and easygoing, he was a real person to her. The guys who never saw her face were experiences, not people. She never knew their names, any of them. Their favorites they gave nick names. This one was Boss, because they enjoyed his dominant nature. He never hesitated to ask for or take what he wanted and was rough enough about it that she thought most of her doubts would be overridden once she was there. She might still have mental reservations, but it wouldn't matter. She'd be obedient as Gus wanted and Boss would not allow her to be otherwise anyway.
At the top of the stairs she turned and walked to the back of the library, wandering from room to room. The library was old, recently converted to its new use. The upper rooms were odd sizes, some opening off one another, some off the two hallways*. Laying out the shelves in a way that made sense was impossible, but it made a wonderful place to set up and work uninterrupted. As likely as not each patron had a room to themselves if they wanted, and leaving a project out on a table for weeks on end wasn't an issue. The only problem was some of them liking to work there too much. Staying overnight was simply not allowed. So before closing, the night librarian would walk around and get an idea of who was there, to make sure they left. Already the librarians *had at least one story of finding a student, grad or undergrad, hiding in a broom closet or on top of a book case. It was impossible to be mad at them, but it was important to be firm and make them go home. Drifting from room to room, she found a few students she knew would be there, who didn't need more than a smile or murmured word before they started to pack up.
Gus had given her rules in his letter along with the time and place. First, no talking. As soon as she'd read that, she breathed a little easier. Gus would be as much in control as ever. Second, remove your clothes, kneel and wait. It would at least seem like he was there, as he always was when she was blindfolded and on her knees waiting for him. Third, get video of it all. That made her smile. He might as well be there, but wanted to see her obedient even when he was not. She did the same thing training Munchkin. Tell him to say, put a treat in front of him and walk to another room for a few moments, just to see if he'd be a good boy when she wasn't looking. He always was. This assignment really wouldn't be so difficult. Coming back down the stairs she saw the solitary undergrad already picking up his work. It was going to be an easy night; she'd be home on time.
A few days later, driving north through the early winter darkness, she laughed at herself. This assignment wouldn't be so difficult. Ha, ha and ha. In theory it was simple, easy. Drive to the hotel, check in, text the room number to Gus, then kneel down and wait with the door just slightly ajar. Boss must be taking care of the video, of course. If she knew where the camera was, she'd be able to turn away when she wanted. No, there would be no hiding. She didn't think she'd have to wait long. Gus would not have told her to leave the door open unless he knew Boss was already there looking out for her. Still, for a few moments, she'd be naked and sightless, in an unfamiliar town, with nothing between her and the street. Yeah, easy.
She found the address and parked. Most of the lot's lights were out, but the colorful glow from the liquor store's signs across the street made up for it. Neon signs advertised not only Budweiser, Bud Light, National Bohemian, and Rolling Rock, but also check cashing and wire transfers. Glorious. Checking in, the clerk informed her that she had a reservation and handed her two room keys. With trepidation she went off to find room 113, wondering what else Gus's devious mind had come up with. Room 113 was on the first floor, facing the street. Why would it not? Opening the door, she glanced over her shoulder, half expecting to see Boss nearby, but it was a quick glance. There were a few men in work clothes going into the liquor store, and she turned back, not really wanting to make eye contact. Besides she was sure that looking for Boss would be against the spirit if not the letter of Gus's law.
Inside she started to get ready. She stripped the scratchy and suspicious coverlet off the bed and put it folded neatly on the floor inside the closet, replacing it with a soft red, thick and plush blanket she'd brought. Her clothes on hangers, bag on the shelf, she smoothed sheer black stockings over her legs and attached them to a black satin garter belt cinched around her little waist. She didn't bother with shoes, just tied her hair up tight and laid the blindfold on the bed. Placing the tiny rug on the floor at the foot of the bed, that was it, she was ready.
Standing at the door, one hand on the knob, one hand on the lock, she hesitated. She flicked the lock open, then turned it back. She wanted badly to crack open the door and look around. Was there anyone in the parking lot? Anyone checking in? Room 113 was the second one down from the lobby, on the way to the parking lot. Anyone checking in would walk past this door. She opened the lock again, turned the knob and eased the door open, just enough that she could flip the latch over to keep the door from closing all the way. She pushed the door against the latch and let go. It swung open, only a little, maybe two inches. She pushed it back again and held it for a moment, willing it to hold still. As soon as she took her hand off, it slowly swung open, just those two inches. It was light in the room and dark outside, someone walking along would be able to see a small sliver of the room, but only the head of the bed, they wouldn't be able to see her at the foot of the bed. Unless they touched the door. Or there was wind. There wasn't any wind tonight, she told herself, it would be ok. She pushed the door again and held it a little longer this time. It swung right back and she gave up. Mentally scowling at Gus, who she was sure would be amused by her little argument with a door, she knelt down at the foot of the bed, facing the door. Buckling the blindfold on tightly, she clasped her hands behind her back, ready for what she was sure would be a very short wait.
She was certain it would be a short wait. Boss had to be right outside in the lot, watching the door. He'd be in any minute. She couldn't imagine impulsive energetic Boss waiting long when he knew she was naked and ready for him. Listening to the cars drive by, the moments turned to minutes. She shifted her knees, crossed and uncrossed her feet, nervously rubbing the ball of one foot with the toes of the other. The cold winter air seeped into the room, contracting her already erect nipples, making them stand out very straight and feeling very cold on the wetness between her legs. The minutes got longer and she started to shiver. She told herself that this couldn't possibly be as long as she felt it was. It just seemed like a long time. Boss was right there, outside the door, delaying a few minutes to unsettle her. He'd come in any second. She shifted her weight again; her knees were starting to get sore, her muscles beginning to ache. Goosebumps rising on her skin, she ignored the urge to unclasp her hands and rub her arms. With the cold air, the scent of tobacco drifted into the room. Someone outside the door was smoking. She knew Boss doesn't smoke.
She squirmed. Turning one ear toward the door didn't work, all she could hear was traffic. She could still smell the smoke. Slightly distressed she brought one knee forward, one hand on the bed, and started to stand.
"Oh don't you dare!" Boss voice was right in front of her. She gave a little yip, snatching her hand back and dropping onto her knees. Tossing her head up to face him, she tried to glare through the blindfold and started seriously debating how much obedience to Gus translated to obedience to Boss. Gus had earned her obedience. She heard the door shut and the latch click. Dropping her head, she was not sure if she'd listen to him or not. She felt his hand on her breast, squeezing it abruptly, roughly. Leaning back and twisting away from him, she kept her hands clasped behind her.
"Oh really?" He didn't sound surprised. He reached behind her head, digging his fingers into her hair and pulling her head back. He squeezed her breast again, harder. She tried to pull away again, but he held her, straining and twisting in his grip. She felt her body respond and the twisting turned to arching as she lifted her breasts up under his hand and leaned her head back farther.
"Stand up" Abruptly he took his hands off her. She swayed a moment, coming back upright, but made no move to stand.
"Stand up." Lifting her roughly to her feet, he stood very close, his chest brushing her bare nipples. She stood silently, hands still behind her, suddenly missing Gus. His kissed her, long and deep, his arms circling her, bringing her closer. Kissing him back, she let her arms drift forward, leaning into him, wrapping her arms around him. He felt very different than Gus. Shorter and broader, clean shaven, his hands even felt different. This felt very wrong. Breaking the kiss, she sighed but didn't pull away from his embrace. She was doing exactly what Gus had told her to do.
He turned her around and pushed her down on the bed, smacking her butt.
"Stay there." He instructed. She thought of turning over and sitting up. Partly just because it would be fun to get pushed back down again, partly because she still wasn't sure about being obedient to Boss. If Gus saw this video later and chided her for not obeying, she'd feel terrible. Which would he forgive more quickly, which was worse? Not obeying him completely or obeying someone else? She had lifted her head from the mattress and started to twist when she heard the curtains open, the soft rustle of the fabric and the quiet slide of hooks along the rail. He had opened the curtains. Suddenly it was clear. Gus's instructions had definitely ended with "kneel and wait." She flipped over and sat up, crossing her arms under her breasts and turning her head toward where she thought Boss was. One leg crossed over the other, head cocked to a bit to the side, she was done with obeying.
"So, this is what you are like when Gus isn't around to keep you in line." Minimal talking was one of the rules; she turned away silently. Gus's naked slave waiting for him in a hotel room was enough of a gift, the rest he'd have to work for.
The mattress sagged under his weight next to her. He sat there for a few seconds before his hand under her chin started to turn her head toward him, but she pulled back, swinging her legs to turn completely away.
"Oh no you don't." He pulled her to him, scooping her into his arms and stood up, just to toss her back down on the bed and drop on her, crushing her with his weight. The buttons of his shirt bit into her chest and his breath was warm on her skin as he reached for her wrists. Resisting, Wendy shoved at one muscular shoulder and tried to slide out from under him, but he just shifted his weight, he was too big for her. As she felt his balance change, she changed her grip and pulled his shoulder down, thrusting her feet down into the mattress and arching her back, trying to lift him with her hips. She had surprise on her side, it took him a second to react; she had him halfway rolled over before he muscled her back down.
"You little bitch!" The amused shock in his voice was worth every moment of her five wrestling lessons. When he grabbed her wrists, stretching her arms over head, she wished she'd taken a few more. She was out of tricks. Pulling away with all her strength, she couldn't get her arms free. Thrashing and bucking, she couldn't budge his weight at all. He just shifted with her, tightened his grip on her wrists, leaning his head down to bite her shoulder. Pushing at his head with hers, she tried to twist away, straining against him. His teeth on her skin sent shivers down her spine. Still trying to pull her arms free, her legs relaxed, no longer kicking at his. He bit harder, the pain got sharper and her arms fell slack, her head dropping back. Her quick breath turned to a low moan as she relaxed into it. He stopped and kissed the red, aching bit of skin on her shoulder. Bringing one knee up, he pushed at her thigh, moving it aside. He took both her wrists in one hand and trailed the other down the side of her face, her neck, to one nipple, slowly pulling at the ring there. The silver rings through her nipples made them incredibly sensitive, the gentle pull made her gasp and arch, trying to bring her breast closer to his hand. She whimpered and he let go, pushing his palm open against her, first pressing her breast down, then gripping it hard, digging his fingers into her soft skin. Pushing at her other leg now, he seemed to have all limbs occupied and be fully distracted, so she jerked her hands free, brought her knees up and shoved with everything, breaking free and getting halfway out from under him before he seized her and got her back under control.
Sitting up, he pushed her down over his lap, took a handful of hair and started spanking her. Not just a few slaps, he fell into a rhythm, one cheek then the other. He didn't start lightly, she felt every one, heard the thwack of his hand on her skin with the stinging pain on her skin. She pushed up with her arms but he wasn't having it, he twisted her hair tighter and shoved her back. Gripping two handfuls of blanket Wendy bent her head down and stifled a soft moan. Striking harder, he continued to cover her ass, seeming intent on reddening it completely. As the pain seeped into her veins, warmth flowed throw her. Her skin felt hot, swollen, more and more sensitive, she started to cringe under the impact of his hand. He kept on intently, each stroke followed quickly by the next. He pushed at her hair, turning her face up from the blanket.
"I want to hear you."
Her groans audible now, Wendy bit her lip, trying in vain to quiet herself. The soft nap of the blanket rubbing her nipples, her pussy getting wetter and wetter, every nerve in her body was singing, the pain intensifying it all. Moving restlessly, she felt his hardness under her. Shifting her hips, she pressed against it and the hard slaps softened, slowly turning to little more than swats. Finished thrashing her, he slowly ran his fingertips over the welts. He traced the curve of her ass, then dipped his hand between her thighs, plunging his fingers deep into that little slit, and enjoying the moan she couldn't contain. Pulling her up, he thrust his fingers between her lips for her to taste. She sucked at his fingers, swallowing the few drops of liquid. He kissed her, his tongue licking the faint taste of sex from her mouth then pushed her away, leaving her alone on the bed.
Sitting up, Wendy took a deep breath, listening to the quite sounds of Boss undressing. She reached her hands out searchingly along the blanket, wanting to scoot back to the wall at the head of the bed, but she had no idea where that was. Suddenly his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her down on her back. He covered her, holding her arms down, his legs pining hers, his full weight crushing the breath from her. Working his knees between hers, he pushed her thighs open. Straining to close them was no use, he was too strong for her, she struggled, but inexorably he forced them wide, angled his hips and drove his thick cock into her, stretching her pussy open. He fucked her like he had spanked her, slamming deep and fast, insistently, as she yielded, pulling her legs back, opening for him. Each stroke crushed her clitoris, grinding it between them, driving her closer and closer to coming. She lifted to meet his thrusts, lifting her head to nibble along his neck. He started to groan and let her hands go, lifting himself up to bring his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his hips, pulling him tighter, wanting him deeper. He pinched one nipple, rolling it between his fingertips, pressing the tender flesh against the metal that went through it. The pain was immediate, overwhelming her, bringing her to the brink. Fighting not to come yet, she thought of Gus, calling to him desperately, silently. Sir, sir, please? Softly she heard his voice, Yes, you can come.
Crying aloud, she let the orgasm wash over her, clutching at Boss, spasms wracking her body, her muscles clenched and she clung to him as he rode her. Crying again and again, each wave was stronger than the last, then slowly receding as her moans turned to sighs. Boss released her, kneeling up over her, he moved to her face, stroking his cock and letting his balls rest on her face. Eagerly she licked them, tasting herself, sucking on the thin loose skin. Cupping him in her hands, she gently fondled what she couldn't fit in her mouth. He pulled back and she turned her face up to catch the soft salty rain on her face, licking her lips and holding out her hand for more. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her cheek, pushing more into her mouth, then kissed her again, deeply, tasting both of them in her.