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.