Weekend at the Inn - by Dolores Moth - Copyright 2003

I was on a business trip and had a terrible stopover in one of the thousands  of dingy little towns in the mid-west. The only  saving grace of the whole trip was the Inn. It was spectacular. A lovely place, each room had a gas fireplace and Jacuzzi tub. The bathroom was  bigger than some hotel rooms I’ve stayed in! The piano bar was intimate and  cozy and I must admit that I had a couple of scotches and I was feeling a bit  reckless.

There was one man in the bar who had caught my  attention. He was (of  course) gorgeous, but more than that there was an  air of danger and power  about him. He was sitting all alone listening to  the music and not drinking  very much. Every time I looked at him, he seemed  to sense my gaze and  turned to look at me. There was such an  intensity to his look that reached  right down into my gut and set me on fire. My  palms were growing hot. I  wanted to meet him, but he never approached me or  tried to buy me a drink!  Finally I couldn’t take it any more. Something  had to break. So I left. I  gave him one long smile and as much of a “come  hither” look as I could  muster and left the bar.

He caught up to me on the steps going into the  Inn. I heard footsteps  behind me and turned to look. I smiled when I  saw who it was. He smiled  back, and then quick as lightening he grabbed my  hair! I froze.

He quickly led me into a secluded corridor and  thrust me up against the  wall, still holding onto my hair. I gasped at  the feel of the rough  concrete against my face. I could feel all the  contours of his body against  my back, his hands on my arms, in my hair. He  whispered into my ear, “ You  have aroused me, for that you must pay.”

I felt my breath come in little gasps and my  whole body was on fire. I was  so excited. The anticipation was making me wet.  He bit my ear. He  caressed my thighs, his fingers making little  soft circles in my flesh. He  stroked my arms and ran his hand down over my  waist, my hips and my ass.  All the while he kept me pinned against the wall  and breathed in my ear. He  lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. He  stroked my ass and I  shivered. Then he slapped it. The shock of this  jolted through me. I had  never been spanked before! My core was on fire.  He had me and I knew it.  His breath was warm on my neck as he whispered  into my ear, “This will take  a while. Follow me.”

Then he let me go and walked away.

I couldn’t believe it! I could hardly keep my  balance; I needed the wall  for support as I caught my breath. It occurred  to me, briefly, that this  could be a very dangerous situation, but I wasn’t 
afraid. I could walk away.  But he intrigued me and his power was magnetic.  I had to taste more,  whatever he did to me. By this time I was aching  to consent. So I followed.  He got to his room and held the door for me,  locking it after. He began  to undress me, slowly. He was watching my face  closely and I smiled at him.  His smile was devilish and my belly burned. My  skirt went first, then my  blouse. When he undid my bra he took me by the  shoulders and planted little  kisses on my neck; on my throat; then lower into  my cleavage. He was very  gentle so when he got to my breasts I was  groaning with pleasure. Then he  took my nipples in his hands and rolled them. It  felt lovely and I closed  my eyes to fully enjoy the sensations. Then he 
bit one, hard. I gasped with  the pain and tried to cover my breasts with my  arms. He laughed. “No  darling, you are not allowed to do that. Those  belong to me now. Your whole  body belongs to me now. And I want to see the  nipples stand out. I promise  that you are safe. But one more thing, you are  not to say a word. No  sounds; except the little echoes of pain or  pleasure, unless I ask you a  direct question. You break this rule and you  leave. Do you agree?”

Here was my last opportunity to escape. I was  fascinated, intrigued and too  aroused to back out now so I said, “Yes, I  agree.”

He looked at me in a way that sent a chill down  my spine, “Of course you do,  and you address me as Sir.”

I felt cold and hot at the same time, “Yes Sir.”

“Very good.” He smiled again and took a leather  thong from his pocket. He  tied my hands behind my back. The restraint was  good and tight. He pulled  my panties down to the floor and I stepped out of  them. He took my face in  his hands and kissed me on the mouth. His lips  were hot and I opened my  mouth to welcome him. His tongue explored my  mouth and I revelled in the  sensation of being held and entered. He finished  the kiss by biting my lip  gently. His hands left my face and caressed down  my naked flesh over my  breasts, my belly and then between my legs. I  was wet. I knew I was wet.  He grinned at me and motioned towards the bed.  Ok, so now we are getting  somewhere!

When I got close to the bed he shoved me from  behind. I was still wearing  my high-heeled shoes and with my hands tied  behind my back I lost my balance  and fell face first onto the sheets. I felt so  exposed, so vulnerable. He  ran his fingers up the insides of my legs, a  gentle caress. Then he slapped  my ass. I gasped and tried to turn to look at  him. What I saw increased my  excitement even more.

He had a leather blindfold that he fitted snugly  over my eyes. The room  went dark. I was even more disoriented. I could  hear him move around me  and I could feel him as he touched me here and  there. He stroked my face  and as he ran his finger around my lips I opened  my mouth. He kissed me  again. A lovely, long kiss that fed the fire in  my core.

I heard a zipper being opened and I knew that he  was bringing his cock out.  My excitement grew. I wanted to taste him. I  felt his cock stroke my cheek  and my mouth opened even wider. He grabbed my  hair again. This time it  hurt, but I didn’t care. He held my head up as  he circled my lips with the  tip of his penis. It was wide and tight. Oh,  how I wanted it. I couldn’t  understand why he was waiting. I was getting  frustrated but I was helpless  to do anything about it! Again he circled my lips  with his cock and held my  hair tighter. I couldn’t move, couldn’t see. But  I could feel. Then he let  me take his cock into my mouth. It was hot and  very big. I tried not to  gag and give him the best blowjob I could.

He sighed and pulled me off. I wanted him so  badly. I wanted to have an  effect on him. Over and over he would let me  take him in my mouth, I would  suck and work, then he would pull me off again  and stroke my cheek.  Finally, he pulled out and let go of my hair. My  head fell to the bed. I  was desperate. I think I even whimpered. Was he  displeased? Why had he  pulled out? Would he leave me in the dark? After  what seemed like an  eternity, I felt his touch floating down my arms  and my back. My body  shivered with electricity following his fingers.

Then I felt him moving behind me, he was working  his way up behind me on the  bed. He spread my legs even wider and held my  legs open with his knees. He  caressed my thighs and my ass and started to  finger my cunt. I squirmed  with pleasure. Oh it felt so fabulous. I started  to peak, and then he held  off! Ah, I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t move  and I couldn’t see and I  couldn’t cum! Then he started in again. And  again he stopped just before my  peak. Never before had I gone so far and so  high. Each time he took me to  the brink and pulled back it was higher than the  last. Oh this man had  patience! Over and over my excitement would rise  and each time he would  stop before my climax. By the time he let me cum  it was spectacular. The  muscles in my legs cramped as I pushed against  his knees. Vast spasms of  colour filled my vision.

I was still reeling from the effects of my  orgasm, when he lifted my hips  up. I felt his cock press up against my cunt.   Now I had a chance. I knew  I was wet and slick, but I am strong so I clamped  down hard. He had  frustrated me and I wanted to make him work at  coming in. He laughed at my  puny efforts at rebellion. He slowly, slowly  inched his way in. I kept a  tight hold but my body betrayed me. I did want  him in. Badly. And I knew I  was squirming. I wanted him in and trapped.

Now you have heard the saying be careful what you  wish for… Well when he  finally thrust all the way in, I thought I was  going to burst. It took me by  surprise and I cried out. I could feel all my  internal organs being  re-arranged. He was so deep! I clenched again.  It was my last attempt. I  wanted him to be as frustrated as he had made me.  He thrust again deeper  and harder and my control vanished. I  surrendered. He had me. As soon as I  accepted defeat, my orgasm started again, and  grew with each thrust that he  drove into me. Finally after what seemed to be an  eternity, (did I mention  his control?) he came. I could feel the great  raking spasms as they moved  through him. He collapsed on top of me.

I was still twitching with aftershocks as he  untied my arms. I could hardly  move them. He gently held me and wrapped me up  in the sheet. He was  whispering how good I had been and how pleased he  was. I think I was in  shock a bit. After a while he went to the  bathroom and drew a bath. Can  you believe this? He actually drew me a bath. He  picked me up and took me  to a great big Jacuzzi tub. He washed my hair  and gently massaged my whole  body in the hot water. Never have I had anyone  be so kind and so gentle.  After the bath he took me back to bed and tucked  me in. I was exhausted.  He was whispering sweet nothings and gently  stroking my back until I fell  asleep. I slept deeply and happily.

When I woke up, I had a collar on and a short  chain attached to the bed.  But that is a story for another day.


Copyright 2003, Dolores Moth,  moth_dolores@hotmail.com . All rights reserved.  Content may not be copied or used in whole or  part without written  permission from the author.