On Her Knees

He kisses her as soon as she enters the hotel room. It's one of his kisses that make her knees tremble but it doesn't last as long as she'd like. Instead, she's down on her knees before she's even got her coat off. But she can't stop herself gazing at the collar and leash he has already laid out on the bed.

He towers above her.
"Whose are you?" he asks.
"Yours Sir," she replies with a shiver.
"And what can I do to you?"
"Anything you want, Sir."
"Wrong!"
"Anything you desire, Sir." Inwardly she approves. Desire is a much more appropriate word.

She holds still as he places the collar around her neck. She has been thinking of this for days; wondering what would feel like to have it enclose her throat once again.

He stands back and she feels a release that send waves of tiny convulsions through her body. Her skin has become super sensitive. All he need do is blow on her neck and she'd orgasm. Instead he picks her up and bends her over the bed, pushes the knickers he told her to wear to one side, and takes her roughly from behind.

She gasps as she feels his cock inside her. Still in her shiny black boots, with her dress rucked up around her hips, she feels overcome by an animal-like instinct and has to bite the duvet to stop herself from groaning too loud.

He pulls her hair roughly as he drives into her, all the time telling her how she's his, how she wants to be his, how she now needs to be his. She has the urge to bite him, but she knows she'd get punished if she did.

And then he stops. Feeling the absence of his cock more than she'd ever admit, she stands there trembling as he removes her dress and helps her out of her boots. And then tells her to crawl to the wall.

For a moment she stares at him, unsure whether she heard him right. She gets on her knees and crawls, angry with herself for being so damn obedient, angry with him for treating her like his latest toy again.

He wants her to come back but instead she sits with her back against the wall. She feels silly. She feels annoyed. He's still sat on the bed looking at her, expecting her to return. She can hear his voice starting to get louder. Let him shout, she thinks, I'm not listening.

Later, he'll tell her that she looked like a petulant toddler, throwing her toys out of the buggy. In reality, she feels more like a stroppy teenager.

She wants to smile. He's still sat there on the bed. He can't come and get her because that would make him look stupid. And she certainly doesn't intend to move. Bugger this submission stuff. She'll only be submissive when she feels like it, not when he says she has to.

She half hopes he would come over. If he wants to get her crawling around on all fours like an animal then he can't complain if he gets bitten.

She tries to tell herself she's enjoying her stand. She's not. She wants to be over there with him but can't do it now. It would be giving in.

His voice breaks in on her thoughts. He's counting now. Oh shit, She knows what that means. She scoots back so fast that she has carpet burns on her knees that last a week.