Anything He wants

After I left him and got myself home, I was in a tizzy, trying to decide what to bring. I packed an overnight bag with jeans and a dress. I showered before bed, to clean away the wetness that had seeped between my thighs. Sand had somehow made its way to my scalp, well, actually, to every crevice of my body. My face was a blackened mess, as I had thought it would be.

Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, he would be picking me up. I rolled restlessly in my bed, thinking about what we might do at the hotel. He had specifically said I couldn’t play with myself tonight. It was agonizing since my body was so turned up. My pajamas were doing nothing but irritating my already sensitive body. My bottom reminded me of his hand on it, and I rolled onto my side.

It was 4 a. m. before my body slowly drifted into my normal, naughty dreams.

“Please, please, sir.” I whimpered. My body was on fire, and ready to burst.

“Not yet,” his breath was hot in my ear, pulsing and tickling.

I could smell his aftershave now, it tantalized me, and I wanted to lick his skin, taste him.

“I need you, sir,” I cried.

My body was bound in black ropes that snaked around my skin in various places. And then his hand gripped my neck, as his fingers gently swept across my greedy clit. Groaning in torture and need, I writhed, staring into his eyes, deep in lust.

I was close and, as the air began to escape me, so did my words. My lips moved to say ‘please’ once more, and I woke abruptly. Panting, I found the sheet tangled around my ankle and neck, my hand was sopping wet, coated with my juices.

Did I just come in my sleep?

The blue glow beside me said 6:12 a. m., and I knew he would be here in less than two hours. I decided to take a shower to rinse myself, perhaps to hide the evidence. The sun was beginning its ascent, as I dried and dressed in a pair of shorts and a double-layered tank top. My bra and panty set was cute, a deep purple satin, with a navy lace trim. The panties were boy short style and had a cute detail, which was merely more lace pointing toward my pussy.

I sat in the passenger seat, and an overwhelming amount of guilt washed over me. His face was full of smiles; his eyes alight with excitement, bubbling just below the surface.

“Sir, before we go, I need to tell you something.” I swallowed back my fear. Fear that he wouldn’t want me to go. That he would punish me. At least if he punished me, I would feel better. Perhaps.

“What is it?” His voice was laced with concern.

“Last night, I-um-I think I had a wet dream. I woke up,” I looked at his face as I spoke, admitting my deed. “My hand was covered in wetness and…” my words escaped me.

His eyebrow twitched upward. “We will take care of that when we get to the hotel.”

I couldn’t read his voice or face. Was he angry? Surprised? Take care of it? Me? Spank me some more? I wiggled in my seat – the reminder of last night still present. We had a decent drive ahead, and my anxiety would surely grow as we went. My mind was racing again, but this time in anticipation.

We stopped at a gas station, and then a diner. It was nice to spend time with him, and the waitress seemed to flirt with him. Asked if I was his daughter – which made me laugh. I said nothing; let him do all the talking.

“Ready, little one?” he asked, as we both exited the bathrooms.

“Yes, sir, thank you for dinner. It was very good.”

His arm wrapped around me, and he tucked me close to him, as the rain began to pelt us outside. We jogged to the car, and he held the door for me, running to the other side. The warm, summer rain was pretty nice, except for the scent of the tar that wafted up into the car.

I looked over at him and reached up to wipe away a stray drop that had clung to his hair. A mega-watt smile spilled out of him, and it warmed my insides.

“Only another hour,” he said and shifted into gear.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

I enjoyed watching the storm roll in, the lightning flashing, and the rumbles running through my body each time. Storms had always been a fascination of mine. The rainwater splashed noisily down onto the small car, and trucks swamped us a few times, as we drove.

“I just love storms,” I sighed wistfully. The sway of the car and the sound of the rain sent me into a sleepy state.

His hand slipped over mine from the standard fit, Antoniowass was a little startled, and he squeezed it gently. “You’ve been quiet.”

“I’m sorry. I was just enjoying the ride. I like car rides,” I smiled. “And the company,” I added, leaning back and turning slightly so I could see his profile.

“You, too, beautiful. I can’t wait until tonight.” “What’s tonight, sir?” My heart rate spiked.

“Fun,” was his response, and he downshifted. I hadn’t realized we were so close. Had an hour gone by already? He took the exit off the highway, and I saw a sign for the Double Tree Hotel.

My pulse increased with the rain. What had he planned? Of course, he had plans! I grinned to myself.

He pulled up to the overhang and came to get me from the passenger side. He walked to the trunk and retrieved his suitcase, and I eyed it as we walked in. It was the normal rolling luggage, but I bit my lip curiously anyway. I stood beside the elevators as he checked us in. I overheard that we were in room 801.

“Wait here, little one,” he whispered into my ear, so close that I wanted to hold him to me.

He moved the car and came in drenched, his big arms open wide, and dripping in rainwater.

“Ohh, no,” I giggled, as he approached me in a mock menacing way.

He smashed up against me and leaned in for a big kiss.

“No,” I pretended to push him away, while I laughed. The drops of rain ran down my face, and his clothes painted my body with wetness.