As if he just left me here all tied up and frisky, wanting every inch of his body on me, inside me, moving with me. Yet there I was lying on the bed in our hotel room, naked, tied up and alone while he was finishing his meeting. Oh he was going to get his raincheck quite nicely. That bastard is going to wish he never did that.
Although I may seem as if I hated what he just did, it left me kind of excited and anxious to see what will happen when he returns. After what seemed like forever I finally heard our hotel room door open. The faint steps slowly walking around the lobby of our hotel room, as if Louis forgot I was in here still tied up. “Louis! Oh pumpkin! Come into our bedroom baby” I called out. As if on cue, the footsteps began walking closer and closer to the bedroom yet he didn’t say a word to me. Oh raunchy and quiet Louis. Hmm means he’s still in game mode. I like it a lot. “Come finish me off baby” I said.
I heard his pant zipper slide down, and the sound of his pants hitting the ground, then his button up shirt slowly falling down his arms and back side, joining his pants on the ground. He walked with pride over to me by the bed, not saying a word to me. All of a sudden it got insanely quiet just like it did earlier. Without a faint warning, his member rammed inside my body hard, pacing in and out with a pumping beat. Holy shit Lou, you are just getting straight to the point here. “LOUIS!” I screamed. The pleasure and the pain of his rough thrusting was making my body sweat, my legs shake, and my entire body quiver. He’s never finished me off this way before ever. It was so hot and I did not expect this from him at all. As I reached my climax he found his release and slowly pushed himself off. Without a single second I was alone again in the room. “Baby where did you go? I’m not done with you yet and you didn’t untie me!”
It was too late, he was gone and I heard the door shut behind him. How dare he just do that to me? Is this some kind of a game to him? Oh when he gets back I’m going to give him a peace of my mind. I slowly tried to prop myself up so that I could try to untie my hands. I bit onto the knots until they finally came loose and tugged my arms free. I removed the blindfold off my face, relief flowing through me as I could see my surroundings again. I looked around the room and felt a bit unsure of everything. My surroundings seemed different. Hell they even felt different like it wasn’t Louis at all. I swear I’m losing my mind with all this mind blowing sex. I got up off the bed, in desperate need to use the toilet when I stepped on something hard. “Ouch!” I looked down to see a silver Rolex watch beneath my foot. This isn’t Louis watch? What the hell.. who’s watch was this?
And that’s when I realized. That wasn’t Louis! Oh my god, I’ve been raped and I didn’t even notice the difference between Louis and that man! Strangely the watch looked vaguely familiar as if I’ve seen it somewhere. Weird, I’ve seen this watch many times but I just couldn’t seem to put a name to it. I slowly started to pace back and forth in the living room trying to figure out who came into our room, how they got in, and why they took advantage of me like that. I looked around at pictures, and in the photo book Louis likes to carry around with him for good luck or to remind him why he does his job so well. I decided I might as well flip through to see if I could find something. I was almost reaching the end of the book when I stopped at one of the pages and saw the rolex watch on him. Oh my god! I can’t believe this! I must be dreaming. No No No No No! It can’t be him!
Yet there he was, smiling up at the camera, with his arm around Louis shoulder and the watch around his wrist. My nightmare and my fantasy dream just became true. How was I supposed to tell Louis this? Was he going to believe me? Would he maybe think I’m, oh I don’t know…crazy? I must be crazy. I had to find him.
