The Drop Off Pt. 03

They stood outside the door as he pulled out his wallet to remove his key card. She was very close to his side, almost touching him. He could feel the heat radiating off her body and hear her breathing slow and controlled breaths.

"Patience," he murmured and swiped the key. She slowly rolled her shoulders and visibly forced herself to relax.

"Not my strong suit, Henry."

He opened the door for her to enter first, following close behind and pulling the door shut with surprising force. Laura walked a few steps into the darkened hotel room and stopped, waiting for him. He stepped close and circled his arms around her from behind, pressing into her, pinning her arms firmly to her sides.

"I can help you with that." He placed soft kisses along her neck and bare shoulder, catching a thin strap of her red dress with his teeth to tug it off and down her arm.

"I'll take all the help I can get," she growled and pressed her hips back firmly, grinding her ass against his hardening cock and arching her back to push her breasts out.

Taking his time he tightened one muscular arm around her, keeping her immobilized, and slid his other hand up to pull down the front of her dress, slipping the other strap down and baring her breasts to him. They were creamy white and round, fitting nicely into his hand as he caught her nipples between his fingers and rolled and squeezed them to hard tips. She wiggled a little, trying to free her hands.

"Patience, Laura." He didn't let her go, but continued grinding into her firm ass as he started to nip and suck on her neck, tugging first on one nipple then the other.

"Henry, damn it." She pressed her beautiful tits out farther and started to rub and squeeze her thighs together, breathing heavily. "Don't stop, please."

Her body tensed and he released her, reaching to grab both breasts, pinching her nipples and biting down on her shoulder. Her whole body shook and she cried out, pushing against him with convulsing legs and throwing her head back onto his shoulder.

"Laura, yes," he breathed into her ear. She relaxed and her breathing slowed. He turned her around, drawing her close, feeling her soft breasts crush against his chest. He kissed her deeply then stepped back, drawing her straps back up. She looked at him quizzically, fully clothed once again in her red dress.

"Let's leave it on a little longer," he explained, eyeing her hungrily. She smiled in return. He saw his open suitcase out of the corner of his eye and a couple of ties he had brought to wear while recruiting.

"Go bend over the bed," he told her firmly, with a slap on her ass to get her started. There was confusion on her face but she instantly followed his directions, kicking off heels and bending straight legged over the edge of the bed, leaning on her elbows. She peered back at him curiously.

"Be patient, Laura," he told her, grabbing a tie to bring over.

"My middle name," she murmured, now craning her neck to see what he had in his hand.

He pulled first one arm back to the small of her back and then the other, she fell forward a little onto the bed and he bound her wrists quickly, lashing the tie several times around each wrist and tying them tightly together.

"Are you ok?" he asked her gently.

"Yes."

"Good." He sat beside her and looked her over, her feet on the floor and her ass in the air, bent forward onto the bed with her hands tied behind her back. He took the time to trace his fingers over her tattoo, an exquisite vine winding its way across her back. "You are so unbelievably sexy," he told her.

"Henry." She moaned and thrust her hips a little higher, searching for his touch.

He rubbed lower on her back and ran his hands over the round cheeks of her ass now, squeezing them and kneading them, drawing his fingers along the crack. Dropping down off the bed to his knees he pushed the short hem of the dress up and groaned at the sight of her black thong, nestled at the top of her long shapely legs. He leaned forward and licked the dark spot, already wet over her sex.

"Henry, yes, please," she gasped.

Slowly he pulled the thong down and off her legs, helping her to lift first one foot then the other and placing it aside.

"Spread your legs for me, Laura."

She took a deep breath and parted her legs. She had trimmed the soft, curly brown hair around her sex and he took in the view of her spread open legs and butt. He decided to tease her further and started running his hands up her legs, rubbing them and circling in toward her inner thighs. She thrust back in her ever present impatience.

"Oh, Henry," she moaned. He smiled.

"Don't come yet, Laura, I haven't even started."

She pleaded incoherently. He could not believe how aroused this beautiful woman was, she was panting and begging for him to touch her. Henry wondered how she got through the day with all of that sexual energy building inside of her. The spicy smell of her wetness hit his nose and he moved forward and under and leaned in to taste her again, drawing his tongue in long slow strokes up her slit, stimulating every part of her.

She was coming again, pulling her legs tight around his head and thrashing on the bed. He drew back and pushed her legs open, holding her firmly.

"I said not to come, Laura," he told her sternly.

"Henry, I can't help it, I..." She looked over her shoulder and into his eyes and he knelt behind her, holding her legs open with two powerful hands. "It feels so good Henry, please keep touching me."

"I will, but." He eyed her speculatively, spread over his hotel bed with her hands bound by his tie. "Perhaps your impatience should be punished." As he spoke he ran one hand up her leg, squeezing the cheeks of her ass. Her eyes widened as she held his gaze. "What do you think?" he asked her.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good," he agreed crisply and stood up, lifting her to her feet. He sat on the bed and guided her gently but firmly over his lap. He drew the hem of the red dress up. She was taking deep breaths again. He stroked her gently as he explained the punishment.

"I will spank you 10 times. Are you comfortable counting to keep track?"

"Yes, Sir."

Oh, yes, she was comfortable. He wound her long brown hair around one hand and held her head in place. With his other hand he smacked her, hard.

"One." She jerked a little but immediately relaxed to wait patiently for the next spank. He smacked the other cheek.

"Two." She counted as he continued spanking her, her voice changing, getting higher and breathier and adding in little gasps and moans. "Three. Four. Five. Six..." He was enjoying this immensely.

"Seven. Eight." She groaned outright and tried to grind into his leg.

"Laura." He couldn't help smiling. "We are working on patience. Do not come yet. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." He finished spanking her.

"Do your arms feel ok, Laura?" he asked her when they were finished.

"Yes, Sir," she answered, lying relaxed over him, parting her legs a bit hopefully. He released her hair and slid her down to her knees between his legs, unzipping his pants and gratefully releasing his cock, rock hard. He pulled her forward, sliding into her mouth. He loved the way she moaned and sucked on him, swirling her tongue and pushing forward to bury her nose in his pubic hair. She didn't seem to have a gag reflex. He grasped her hair firmly with one hand, tugging her forward in rhythm while with his other hand he pulled down the straps of her dress once again, enjoying the view of her breasts bouncing into view and reaching down to tweak the hard nipples.

"Yes, Laura," he groaned when he felt her throat closing in, squeezing him. She was way too talented at this. "Sexy little cocksucker," he muttered. She pulled off and smiled at him.

"Sexy big cock," she shot back, nipping and licking up his length. He grinned and plunged deep into her throat again, using both hands to hold her head firmly as he thrust into her warm mouth. As he felt himself getting close he slowed his thrusts, not wanting to come yet, and starting to pull her off him. She resisted and moaned into him.

"Laura, I'm going to come if you keep this up. Are you sure?"

She nodded her head and redoubled her efforts.

"Oh, God, Laura," he couldn't hold back. He grabbed her hair and slid down her throat as he climaxed, feeling the pulsing of her swallowing his cum, stroking her head and shoulders in a caress. She was a gorgeous sight, on her knees with her tits hanging out of her dress and her mouth stretched around his softening cock. As she released him he pulled her up into his lap and reached back to untie her hands.

"No, Henry, can you..." she whispered.

"Can I what, Laura?"

"Please, may I come now?"

"Yes, Laura. You have been a good girl, very patient. You may come." He snuggled her close against him in his lap, leaving her bound, and reached a hand between her legs to her pussy, rubbing her and sliding a finger firmly inside her. She leaned into him, her heart rate rising again, holding her long slim legs open for his access. He stroked her inside, adding a finger, and circled his thumb over her clit.

Her moans were rising into sharp breaths and whimpers, she repeated his name and pressed into him.

"Laura, I've been waiting to do this from the moment you walked into my office. You sexy, gorgeous piece of ass. I want to fuck you until you scream." He pushed in and out of her faster as her climax rose. "I want to hold you down and teach you patience over and over." She was coming hard on his hand, crying out. "I want to tie you up and fuck this perfect ass." Her orgasm peaked and she tried to catch her breath, still throbbing on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and fed them into her mouth. She sucked on them and licked her juices off. "Good girl," he murmured into her ear and lifted her off his lap and onto the bed, curled up on her side.

He stood and stowed himself, zipped up, and reached over to untie her. As her arms were freed she circled her wrists and pulled her dress up, reaching for her panties.

"I should go," she said softly, stepping into her panties and grabbing her heels.

"What?" He looked at her in confusion.

"Henry, I'm sorry, I have to go meet someone."

"Don't I get to take you to dinner? Laura what's wrong?" She wouldn't meet his gaze.

"Henry, I'm sorry, I can't get out of this."

"Who the hell do you need to meet, Laura?" He was feeling very annoyed at this sudden turn of events.

"My boyfriend. I'm so sorry. I have to go meet my boyfriend now, Henry."