𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 11. 𝓐 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻

**There's ice play and over-stimulation mentioned in this chapter!!**

We retrieve my bra from the pool and go back to the building and into his room where he throws me onto the bed and looms over me. He reaches into his bag next to the bed and pulls out a condom,

"It's fine i'm on the pill, besides, i want to have you without it anyways." He smirks and puts the condom back into the bag, next to his bed and getting back to me.

"You'd better be prepared because i will not slow down even if you beg, got that doll?" Oh shit, is he kinky too? He's already given me a name and we haven't even started, his cologne smelled like sandalwood and vanilla, perfectly mixing with the caramel scent that was somehow still lingering on my neck. He takes his belt from the bed and ties my hands with it, smirking while doing so and maintaining eye contact the whole way through, still huffing down on my neck. He tightens it to the point where the leather eats into my skin, most definitely leaving one of many marks i will be receiving today.

"Be a good kitten and lift your head up, would you." I obey his command, eager to know what will happen next and he grabs what looks like a tie, also from his bag, and ties it around my eyes. God it makes me even more eager to have him in me, probably some sick shit going through his head; he's got a naked girl that he's never met, tied up and blindfolded in his hotel room, all at the mercy of his big dick and ever rising control. I feel the weight of his body lessen as he gets off the bed and opens the mini fridge i saw earlier. It sounded like he was opening a bag and poured into a bowl or cup? The tap turned on and splashed into what he was holding,

"So, Hera. Got any kinks you'd like to mention before we get started?" Men that ask about kinks before sex but at the same time getting you turned on as fuck are the best men that could rail you into oblivion. Or the ones that just get straight to it, those are fine as well. I smirk and chuckle a bit before answering a bit shy but gaining the confidence seconds later,

"Huh, what isn't there to mention? Knife play, age play..." He scoffs and walks closer and leans into my ear, enough for me to feel his breath against my skin, talking barely in a whisper.

"Oh? Kinky are we? You hadn't mentioned it so i'm guessing choking, blind folding, wax play, tying you up... maybe even ice play is perfectly fine for you? I mean as long as i'm enjoying myself and you're on your knees kitten." He brushes his nose on my skin and spreads my legs while still not getting on the bed fully but maintaining the dominance he holds over me.

"Just like i said, anything on the table apart from what i had mentioned. But... i am willing to try new things too." He hums into my ear and climbs onto the bed, positioning himself in between my spread legs and setting down the container he was holding next to me.

"So what you're saying is, that you will let a stranger do whatever they want as long as you enjoy yourself? You really are a special case." He rubs his hand on my abdomen and slowly goes down to my thighs and firmly squeezes the flesh he grabbed. His hand rubs circles on my skin and descends to my panties, already soaked from my arousal he takes in the view before even taking them off.

"Oh kitten, how desperate must you be for me?"

"Very, i'm very desperate for you Christian." I wiggle my body to brush my knee against his uncomfortably tight pants but he grabs it and places it down where it had been a second ago.

"After what i do to you, you aren't going to walk without your legs shaking. And before we start, what's your safe word? I won't slow down but i'll stop if it's too much to handle for you, though i doubt you'd use it anyway." 

"Peaches. That's the safe word." Confidence was something i never lacked nowadays, so there was a bit of a surprise when my voice cracked a tiny bit but that didn't matter to him when he started taking my panties off, juices stringing from the material.