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Her Introduction Ch. 01

By: dd2300



What to do, what to do. I just broke up with my boyfriend and moved out to my own little apartment downtown. I feel so liberated and free. I no longer have to worry about someone else or follow the rules or do anything that I don't want to do. His stupid list of commands was the last straw and I couldn't take it anymore. So let's go to a bar. Good thing that I'm downtown already because I certainly can't drive after that bottle of Rose. There's a great bar at a downtown hotel on the rooftop. There are beautiful views and even more beautiful wine. I stumbled into the hotel and walked towards the stairs. I took one step up the first stair and turned backwards. What am I thinking? I've definitely got to take the elevator. I walked back over to the elevator and pressed the up button. 

I heard the ding and took a step towards the elevator as the doors opened. I was about to just step in when I saw there was a tall man inside. I stopped dead in my tracks, not quite as you do when you run into someone, but more as you do when you see someone so beautiful you can't help but admire him. He stood at about 6'2 with perfect posture and extremely lean. He was wearing a dark grey suit with a black tie on. His hair was as black as his eyes and it was brushed off to the side, fluffy and full. He had the slightest amount of hair on his face from not shaving for a day or two. He stood tall and confident. I felt myself growing a smile as I looked him up and down until I came back to his face and he was staring right at me. I could feel my face flush even more than it was from my alcohol.

"Are you getting in?" He asked. I quit admiring him and looking him square in the eye. 

"Are you getting off?" He did just come down after all. 

"Well that depends on you. Where are you headed?" He slightly moved away from the center of the doors, offering me to come inside. I shot him a suspicious look and walked in without taking my eyes off of him. 

"Up to the roof" He gave an approving nod and hit the button up to the roof and the doors closed. As they did, he turned to me. Feeling extra courageous, I leaned back to the wall and put my arms behind me to lean against the small railing. I was going for a sexy but shy look and looked up at him. He examined me and gave me a smirk and a quiet laugh. He was on to me and there was no fooling him.

"I'm Andrew" he said as he reached his hand out to me. 

"I'm Beth" I said and gave him my firmest handshake. 

The doors opened up and we both looked out, waiting to see who stepped out first. He reached his arm out, "After you".

I walked out and scanned the entire bar area. There were bar stools at the bar, large chairs around a fire pit ad in the back there were more private couches with a small fire pit. I walked straight back there and sat down on a couch in front of a lit fire pit. I picked up a menu and began looking at the wine and cocktail list, trying to decide what I'd like to have. I heard footsteps walking over and looked up to place my order, but it was Andrew walking over with wine bucket and 2 glasses already. He picked the exact wine I wanted to get. "Hope you like Champagne" he smiled and sat down next to me. He placed the bucket on the table to the side of him and poured both of us a glass. I sat back and took a sip of my bubbles and all was good in the world. I didn't even care that I was drinking with a stranger, I didn't feel like crying from being single, and I didn't have a million thoughts running through my head.

I almost forgot that Andrew was sitting next to me when he finally moved his head in front of mine as if to get my attention. "You okay there?" He asked. 

"Yes, I'm great actually. This wine is great." He laughed and asked me why I was out by myself and drinking alone. I told him that I was newly single and unfortunately had no friends so I do most things by myself. He looked sad but sat back and put his arm up on the top of the couch behind me and sipped his wine. I sat back too and he rubbed his hand on my shoulder. I asked him what he was doing in town and where he was from. He works for a big finance company in the city and is out here for business meetings. We sat for a while in silence just sitting and drinking out champagne. I probably should have stopped at one glass while I was there but we were there for over an hour in the most peaceful silence I had ever felt. But I was also getting sleepy and very drunk. 

"I should probably go home now while I can still walk" I finally broke the silence and sat up giggling a little bit. 

"Oh you aren't going home tonight, Beth." He replied with the sweetest of eyes and serious face. I stopped laughing, and freaked out I asked him what he was talking about. "You're too drunk to walk home alone. I'd like you to stay with me tonight. I have a room just right downstairs and you can have the bed." 

"You don't just get to tell me where I'm staying for the night Andrew, you don't even know me."

"But I know that you've had too much to drink and that you walked here. And I don't think you'd be able to make it home in one piece. And I don't want you to walk alone. It's your choice, Beth. But I just wanted to offer." 

"And so what if I did stay the night then, Andrew?" 

"I would go turn on a movie for you, we can start a fire and make s'mores and then we will go to sleep. I will drive you to your place in the morning." His proposition was so hard to turn down, but I really didn't know him. He's beautiful and I would love to have sex with him, but I'm sure that's the alcohol talking. 

"No I will call a cab home. Thank you though, Andrew. The offer was very nice." 

I stood up and got my things to walk to the elevator and he stood up behind me and followed me. I got about five steps before I tripped over my feet. Fuck, I'm so drunk. Andrew reached out and grabbed me and turned me around so that I was face to face with him. He looked strongly into my eyes and held me close. He looked down at my lips and I looked down at his. I don't care how drunk I am, he is so beautiful and I would love to stay the night with him. He turned me around and we began walking toward the elevator. Am I really going to stay the night with him? He had his hand on the bottom of my back, guiding me toward the elevator. As we got on, he pulled me close with one arm on my back and grabbed my hair with the other hand, 

"Are you going to stay the night with me, Beth?" He asked. I looked at his face as closely as I could. His voice was stern, but his eyes were soft and he still managed a smile despite how strong he sounded. I sheepishly nodded and knew that at that moment things could go very wrong or very good. But something about him made me trust him. I suddenly had a 'why not? Just go with it' attitude. Which I know could be very troublesome but I wanted him so badly. 

He led me all the way to his room with his hand pushing me all the way. As soon as we got inside he locked the door and took off his suit jacket. I walked around and took mine off and set it on the table. I leaned against a chair as he began to undo his cuff links. "So Beth, would you like to turn on that movie and order s'mores? Or would you like to do something else?" 

He was looking over at me right in the eyes, waiting for my response. I looked around and tried to think of something to say. Normally when I'm this drunk and brave, I would walk over to him and put my arms around him begging him to kiss me. I'd flirt with him until he wanted me too. But I was petrified with him and I couldn't move or speak. And I loved it. "I asked you a question, Beth. Don't ignore me" There was a sense of threat in his voice. 

"What else did you have in mind?" I asked trying to be coy. 

He laughed and looked down at the ground trying to cultivate his perfect response. He began walking towards me, looking up and down at my body. As he got close to me, he caressed my face in his hand so softly, until he jerked me close to him and put his other hand on my ass pulling me in closer, "I can show you better than I can tell you." He said with a grin on his face. He began to kiss up my ear and whispered, "Do you want me to show you?" I nodded again as his hand's grip lightened so that I could. He pulled his head away with the biggest grin and said one word: Good.

Her Introduction Ch. 02



I was still in his grip when he looked over at the neatly made bed. His hand was still on my ass holding me in as close to his groin as possible. I could feel him twitch at the thought of us in his bed. At that very moment everything had sunk in for me. In an instant I had sobered up and realized where I was and what I was doing. I'm always so destructive, obviously since I was drinking alone, but how did it get to this? I am in a hotel room with a significantly older man whom I just met and I basically just told him that I would have sex with him. It was nice of him to buy me great wine and he's so good looking, but this is taking it a bit far. I don't think I can do this. 

But why is this good, is it because that means he'll get in a nice bone before he kills me? I could have just saved this serial killer a trip to Craigslist. I looked around to see if he had brought any kind of plastic tarp to conceal my blood splatters without leaving evidence of his murder. I kept looking around and began to avoid all eye contact with Andrew. I shouldn't be here, this was a bad idea. I don't even know his sign or his favorite color or where he works or even how old he is for Christ's sake. 

I should have just come up for a shot of tequila and gone back home. I could be asleep right now or catching up on TV or even doing work on my computer. I then spotted his luggage on a char by the bed; just one bag. So he couldn't have any kind of weapons in there. Unless he already took them out and strategically placed... "Beth, are you okay?" I almost forgot I was still literally 6 inches away from him. It had felt like minutes with thoughts rushing through my head, but it had only been seconds. But enough for him to know I was having second thoughts. 

"I'm fine." I said coldly. I felt him lose his grip from my butt and his forced grab of my face was more loving and thoughtful than jerking me around. "I just met you, Andrew. I think I came down here because I'm feeling lonely, but I don't know you and I don't think I should stay the night." I finally muttered it out in the lowest tone I had avoiding his eyes at all costs. I kept my eyes on where his shirt met his neck. He was so primed and proper and everything about him spoke volumes of confidence and perfection. But you can't just come down to a hotel room with a stranger and then turn him down, I don't think it works that way. He had to have been expecting something from me, what if he doesn't take no for an answer now? 

I was getting ready for him to blow up at me and call me a number of names. Being called names was something that I was used to at this point in my life. Nearly 75% of all my actions when I'm single or in a fight with my ex are completely destructive and out of control. Just a couple months ago I drove to the city to meet a guy and when I realized that he had lied about everything he was, I got drunk enough to try and tolerate him, but even that wasn't enough. So I 'went to the bathroom' and had to wander the streets nearly blacked out drunk to try to find my car and find a safe place to sleep until I got sober. After that I got a series of voicemails and text messages with the most vile names and insults. You can't make this stuff up. 

I began to shut down my emotions and not let what he was about to say affect me. 'I don't care, I don't care, I don't care' is all I let in my head. Tears began to well up in my face and my jaw dropped realizing that I was expecting the worst. I closed my eyes and repeated my thoughts over and over again until I had the most stern look on my face and my eyes were cold and still. Ready. I wasn't even allowing myself to listen to him at this point. He could have gotten his murder equipment ready but I wouldn't have heard or seen because all of my attention was focusing on myself internally. I'm already vulnerable enough after my break up, but I'm out and about, even though it's by myself. I've made progress, as little as it is. I'm living life and I won't let him break me down any further.

"Beth? I asked you a question." There was so much concern in his voice. He had now walked over to his luggage on the chair in the other room. His body was positioned half way towards the table and half way back towards me. Once he looked up at me, he turned his body to face me and fought back his urge to walk over to me. He must have read the puzzled look on my face because he asked me again, "See that pamphlet on the table behind you?" I turned around and there was a pamphlet reading 'TV Options'. "Pick out a movie and I'll call up for a s'mores kit."

What??... I looked through the TV movies aimlessly for the first couple of pages, I was really only looking for a couple certain movies that I would force him to watch with me. If he agreed, maybe I would stay. But I can still leave, right? Of course I can. Fuck Andrew I don't even know him I don't care if he gets upset. I was still being cold even in my thoughts towards him. But then I heard him on the phone asking for the dessert to be brought up. I looked up at him on the phone and he didn't even look disappointed. He still looked happy, just like her had before. I quickly looked down at the table as I saw him turning to look at me again.

Do I really want to leave someone who is actually being nice to me? My ex boyfriend would never have done any of this. If I didn't want to have sex with him when he did, he would tell me he would find sex from someone else and one day I would come home to him with someone else in bed. I never got the option to pick a movie because all of the movies that I like are stupid he said. I can't even remember the last time I got to pick out a movie. And the s'mores?! I absolutely love s'mores, but he always told me that I shouldn't eat any dessert and that I needed to lose weight. Andrew is really sweet and I genuinely appreciate this and from what I can tell he really does have my best interest at heart. I was almost done with the list of movies that begin with B when I began actually looking for a movie. And there it was! I have to stay now. 

I looked up and he was folding his clothes into a neat pile to put back in his bag. Who folds their clothes right as they taken them off and prepares their packing? Most people would wait until right before they leave to throw all of their dirty clothes in their luggage bag. He must be a control or neat freak or something. He had stripped down to nothing but his tight boxers where I could see an outline of a rather large extremity. I felt his eyes burning on me so I didn't even bother to look up at him, I just quickly turned around to grab the list of movies. I walked over to him and told him I had found a movie and pointed it out to him. "Hmm I've never heard of Burlesque. Good choice." I'm sure he had a completely different thought of the movie with that title, but since he wasn't able to see who was in it or the story line, he obliged with no questions and hopped on the bed to order it. "I took out a shirt for you to wear to bed." He flashed his eyes over at the shirt folder in the luggage. I picked it up and walked over to the other room by the door to get changed. 

"Andrew... Will you come help me get my zipper?" I was out in a new dress and I couldn't figure out the zipper to save my life. Or I was just too drunk or too nervous to have steady hands. He looked over at me and caught my eyes. He flashed a smile and got up and came over to me. He walked so confidently and so mighty that it was impossible to take my eyes off of him. Even in just his boxers ready for bed, he looked so perfect. His hair still had fluffy volume and each piece was in its perfect place. His stubble was unbelievably hot, but it was his eyes that really stood out. He had lean muscles going all the way down his clean and untouched arms. And he had pecs! Beautiful man pecs that we sculpted perfectly. He fell short in the abs department, missing his six pack, but that didn't matter. As far as I was concerned he was perfect. 

He came up behind me and moved my long blonde hair off to the side. As he let go he rubbed his hands around my shoulders as to tease me with a nice massage. I grabbed my hair in front to keep it from moving back to his hands and turned my face towards him to show him my smile. He fidgeted a bit with undoing the clamp at the top at first so he brought his face in deeper to get a better look. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and that sent a visible shiver throughout my entire body. He had to have noticed because he came in closer so that I could feel his body on mine as he worked harder and continued to breathe on me. At that instant there was a shot of pure ecstasy and pleasure that ran through me. My head dropped to my chest and I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. I can't deny that just his breath on my neck was really getting me going and wanting him more.

He was certainly working on more than just my dress, and he knew it. A simple sense of him on me was all that I needed to get me wet. He finally got it and zipped the zipper down to right above my butt. He pulled the neckline down off of my shoulders and I brought my arms out of it and it fell to the ground. I wasn't shy to be just about naked with him, which was weird. He brushed his arms around my shoulders again and let out a sigh. I kept my face straight and looking down. I was frozen and not sure what to do or how to move. He moved his palms down my back, giving me shivers and goose bumps again that were noticeable, but brought his hands all the way down to the back of my bra. 

Next he unclamped my bra and did the same motions as my dress for it to fall to the ground. I could feel my cheeks turning red and my breathing get heavier, but I could also feel my backside longing for his front. I didn't want to turn around because I honestly don't know where this is going. But just as I was about to, I felt him come in closer to me. His left hand grabbed my left arm and I felt his right hand coming around front. I turned my face to the side to show him that I wanted him to turn me around and kiss me. He slid his right hand from the back of my waist to the front but ever so slightly as merely a gateway to the table in front of me. 

He picked up his shirt that I had set there and unfolded it. He used his hand already on my left arm to show me to put my arms up to slide into the shirt. I did as he motioned. Once the shirt was draping on me, wide open, he leaned into me again. I could feel him growing on my backside and his breath was coming down on my neck. He brought his face right up to mine and I looked over to him, but he was looking down on his hands. They were now right above my panties reaching for the ends of the shirt. He brought the ends together and buttoned the first button. I couldn't help but smile, he was taking such great care of me. I could feel him smile too, he truly enjoyed it. He continued buttoning the buttons as slow as he could, as to savor the moment. He rested his head on my shoulder, and now I couldn't feel his breath, but I could still hear it which was just as sexy. Once he reached the last button I could feel myself not wanting him to stop. I turned my head to look at him and he looked me in the eyes and lent a gentle kiss on my neck. I instinctly leaned my head back, exposing more of my neck to him, but he went back to right behind me and left my neck untouched. I turned around to him and pulled the shirt down to cover my panties that I'm sure had evidence of my arousal on then. "Thank you" I said as I brought my sleeve covered hands up to his shoulders and chest. 

He looked satisfied, as if he had done his civic duty in taking care of me. He just smiled at me and looked down at my lips. It felt as if gravity was pulling us in closer. I felt my cheeks burning up and my eyes going down towards his lips. Forgetting for a moment that I was still drunk, I let my actions be guided by my downstairs, which was probably worse than my impaired upstairs. I moved in closer to him and rubbed my hands from his chests to around his neck and looked into eyes. His eyes said he wanted me to kiss him, and I wanted to too. I moved up to kiss him and just as I was right in front of his lips he placed his hands firmly on my cheeks. He took my face in his hands and maneuvered it down a bit and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead. I leaned back and tried to hide my disappointment, but there was something in his eyes, almost primal and wild. He wanted more but he was trying to control himself. There was a knock on the door "Room Service!"

"Go get in bed, Beth." He said as he let go of my face. I stood for a second just looking at him, confused as to why he would block my move on him. I was in a completely different state of mind earlier, now that I know he wasn't just looking for a quick bone. His eyes got mad and he raised his voice, "Go!" I backed up away from him and turned around to walk into the other room. I hopped into bed and got to one side and got under the covers. I heard Andrew open the door and thank the room service gal for our desserts. 

He walked into the bedroom with me and sat down next to me with our kit. His eyes were softer than they were when I left the other room. Why had he gotten mad when I didn't listen to exactly what he said? If he is going to yell at me and expect me to obey his every command then staying here was pointless. But I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay with him and learn more about him. 

He opened up all of the s'more ingredients and set them on the provided tray. He began making the first s'more with the tiny fire torch on the marshmallow and two blocks of chocolate and handed it to me, "This one is for you. If you love double chocolate." I do love double chocolate. I thanked him and took it as he made his own. I waited for him to make his own before I ate mine, just to be polite. "Go ahead and eat yours, Beth. Don't wait for it to get cold."

"Well I'll wait for you to make yours so we can both eat them together." I may be younger than him but I know proper etiquette and really did want to wait so we could eat them together. 

His eyes grew cold and angry again, as if that was his immediate reaction to disobedience. "I said to eat it now." What the hell is his problem!?

"I don't think you get to tell me when I can and can't eat, Andrew. That's ridiculous." I was starting to get frustrated. Was he really trying to tell me when I have to eat something? That doesn't make sense to me. Why isn't he just happy that I'm being nice and polite? I don't get it. 

I was looking right into his eyes when he comprehended my questioning. His eyes flickered anger and his upper lip quivered as if to open his mouth and yell that I had to listen to what he was saying. It was only for a second before he looked down at the dessert he was making. I could see his body move up and back down as he took a long, deep breath as to calm down. He completed his s'more and looked back up. "Okay, now we can both eat our s'mores together." He said it very gently, but still had a lingering look of anger in his eyes.

I didn't say a word. I wasn't sure what to think of him and what just happened. I shot him a smile and bit into my s'more. There were still so many thoughts running through my head about this night and this situation. There are so many more concerns with him and staying the night that maybe I should have left when I had the chance. We both ate our s'mores in silence as the tension eased up. "That was actually really good!" I said breaking the silence after I ate the last bite, "I'm glad you put double chocolate, I do love chocolate." I said smiling and letting out a short giggle.

"I thought you might. Would you like another one?" His eyes were soft again and his smile was back to a sweet and thoughtful smile. I denied the second s'more and he began to clean it up and put the rest of it away on the table by the door. He came back and sat down next to me and grabbed my hand and intertwined his in mine. This actually took me by surprise and I could feel butterflies bubbling in my stomach. I looked up at him with about the biggest and dorkiest smile on my face. "I want to know more about you, Beth. You have such a way about you that's calming to me and I enjoy being around you." Where was all of this coming from? At the beginning of the night he was grabbing me and trying to have his way with me, but now he wants to know about me?

"What do you want to know?" I asked just trying to keep the conversation going. What am I supposed to offer up?

"I want to know everything. Tell me about your family."

And the conversation kept flowing after that. I told him about my family and he told me about his childhood pets. We ended up talking about religious beliefs. By this time I had laid my hear down on his shoulder and he was holding my hands with both of his. We just kept talking for what seemed like hours by the time our conversation had died down. But I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay up and talk to him all night. He let go of my hands and he sat up ushering me to lift my head up. He looked down at me and he kissed my forehead again before he stood up. "Get ready for bed, Beth."

He walked out of the room and I laid down on my side of the bed, under the covers. He was in the other room locking the doors and turning off the lights. He came back in and laid down next to me and got the movie started. He put his arm around me, "Okay let's watch this Burlesque movie here." He said laughing beginning to realize that he probably wouldn't like the movie. I laid my head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around my waist tightly and gave me another kiss on the forehead. I was asleep before the end of the second song in the musical. 

"Wake up Beth" I opened my eyes to the now light room and Andrew was sitting on the bed next to me, all dressed and ready for his day. How long had he been up? Was he watching me sleep?? Did I snore throughout the night??? 

I quickly sat up and rubbed eye boogers away and tried to fix my hair and wipe away any smeared makeup. "I got you breakfast, can I bring it to you?" I nodded yes. He brought over a tray with a large plate of hasbrowns and a pancake. As soon as I saw it my eyes lit up and he knew. I looked up at him and thanked him and he laughed and went back to tidying the bathroom and room. Last night we had talked about our favorite foods, and breakfast is my favorite food group, with hashbrowns being my favorite food ever. He remembered and went out of his way to get me that and that was really sweet. "Once you're finished with that, I'll drive you home. I got a pair of shorts from the store downstairs so you aren't doing a full walk of shame." He said with a smirk as he walked to the table in the other room and got on his laptop. I finished eating rather fast and got up and went in the bathroom. I washed my face and used mouth rinse to get my morning breath to go away. I threw my hair up in a pony tail and slid on the new shorts which fit perfectly. As soon as I came out of the bathroom, Andrew was slipping on his shoes as if he already knew when I would be done. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready" I said back to him looking around at the room once more as if it was goodbye. He grabbed his keys and his wallet and we left the room and got back into the elevator where we first met. 

"You know, I really liked that movie last night, Burlesque." He said grinning at me from ear to ear. 

"No you didn't, nobody likes that movie!" I said laughing and calling him on his bluff.

"Well you like it. And I really did like it. The songs were a little much and the acting was really bad. But the idea of the movie and the story were good. I did like it." 

"Well if you're going to stick by that, we will watch it all the time." I said trying to make him tell me the truth. Nobody will ever watch that movie with me. My boyfriend hated it and all of my friends had seen it once and that was enough to fill them for life. I knew he was lying and would be tortured into telling me the truth eventually. 




Her Introduction Ch. 02



"I hope we will." Was all he said as the elevator came to a stop and we walked outside. He had his car already brought around and the valet was outside waiting for us to get in. 

I directed him to my new small apartment as we drove by places downtown and I pointed everything out to him. "That's where I went to school from Kindergarten to 8th grade. I loved it!" "That's the best steak house in all of Napa, if not anywhere. The best foods and they serve the best hasbrowns ever." "That's where the old movie theater was. All of my older sisters worked there at some point and it was haunted." He listened to everything that I told him and I don't know why I even felt like telling him, but I just did. He listened and nodded and smiled the whole time. "And here it is."

He parked off to the side and got out of the car before I did. I gathered my things and was about to open the door when he beat me to it and helped me out. He walked me up to my door before saying goodbye. "I want to see you again, Beth." That was all he said looking right into my eyes. It was more of a command than a desire.

"You will. How long are you here for?"

"Can I see you tonight?"

"Sure, I get off work at six. What do you want to do?"

"Give me your number and I'll call you when I'm coming to pick you up."

"Okay." He didn't answer any of my questions but he was really direct and got to the point. I liked that he didn't beat around the bush and had to be like 'Well do you want to see me again?'. He probably didn't even care. He wanted to see me and so he was going to make it happen. I gave him my number and he put it in his phone. He looked back at me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and left. What a night...



Her Introduction Ch. 03



This chapter is now in Andrew's point of view!!

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I walked back out to my car, but I couldn't open my door. I wanted to turn around and march into her apartment and make her submit to me in her own home. She needed to be punished for how she talked to me and disobeyed me last night. She didn't just disobey me, but she talked back and defied me. I had to take a step back from my thoughts and remember that she didn't know anything about me or my lifestyle. I turned around to go and talk to her, but I couldn't move. I couldn't tell her about that. I sighed out any thoughts of going in there and telling her and turned back to get into my car. 

I drove back to my hotel to order breakfast and get started with my day. Today was full of meetings with investors and I needed to get my mind right to impress these people. I was on autopilot driving back to the hotel in reverse the way Beth had instructed me, remembering all of the places that she had pointed out to me. Her favorite restaurant, that's where I can take her tonight. Fuck, it hasn't even been ten minutes since I left her and I can't get her out of my mind. Just drive.

I drove up to the valet and handed over my keys. I walked into the hotel restaurant and ordered breakfast. "Can I have the green smoothie, please?... And a whiskey on the rocks?" I normally have a smoothie in the morning, it keeps me full and helps me get my vegetables in. But the whiskey was on a different level this morning. The server looked at me longing to get a glimpse into my eyes. I looked up at him with confidence in my choose.

"Rough night last night?" He asked as if trying to console me and make sure I was sure with my decision.

It should have been rough last night... But I couldn't tell him that, "Something like that." Was all that I could muster up to say. The server penned it down and turned around to the kitchen.

As I sat at the table I just kept replaying last night over and over in my head. How beautiful she was when the elevator doors had opened up. I had initially gone down to go to a bar next door that was recommended to me by a gal who I had met earlier. This girl was my age, she was sexy, and I already knew that she wanted to submit to me. She told me where she would be and basically asked me to meet her there. But when the doors opened and Beth was standing right there, I couldn't even think about this other girl. Beth was so beautiful, her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders and flowing down past her boobs. She had deep green eyes that were as big as her soul. But it was her body that was mesmerizing. She had the perkiest little boobs but the curviest and plump backside. She had the sexiest body I had ever seen and I wanted to take her so badly. That was honestly the only thought running through my head for most of the night until she started having second thoughts. Oh the ideas running through my head at that fire pit. 

I had every intention to take her last night. I wanted to so badly. She was so independent when she walked out past me and found her own fire pit and couch as if I wasn't going to join her. It was like she was almost teasing me of how free she was and could do whatever she wanted. And she could if that was what she truly wanted. But she wanted me and she couldn't hide it once we were in my room. But before we got down there, when she was just sitting there, staring into the fire and drinking her champagne, she was so beautiful. I know there were so many thoughts running through her head, almost troublesome, but she was so striking. 

But how stupid was I to try and come on to her that strongly. There's no way she's a submissive with that attitude. I knew she had no idea what she was getting herself into last night when she came with me. I had her in my arms so close and so tight that I could have taken her right there. I could have thrown her on the bed and licked her until she came at the mere thought of my name. I could have pinned her and had my way with her anyway that I wanted. And I almost did. Nuzzling to her ear and feeling her uneven breathing with every inch closer I got to her, made me hard in such an instant. But I don't even know what she's into. I shouldn't have even invited her down with me. 

"Here's your breakfast, Mr. Andrew" The server's voice almost made me jump I was so entrenched in the thought of Beth. I thanked him and started with my liquor. The whiskey was the focus point of this meal. If I could get a good buzz going, I could forget all about Beth. 

I tried to rehearse my speech for my first meeting today, but the only thing I could see was Beth in my shirt this morning. When she sat up, her hair so messed up with her bangs sticking almost straight up and her mascara smeared around the corner of her eye. Her pure beauty shining through no matter what state she was in. She was perfect. 

But I can't see her again. I need to go back home where I'm with other people like me. Other doms that understand who I am and support me in my ventures. I need to find my submissive that won't talk back to me like she did. I can't see her tonight. I took out my phone to delete her number to keep myself from calling her tonight... "How is your breakfast this morning?" I locked my phone and set it down and looked up; it was the hotel's manager checking in. 

"Hello Alfonso, everything is great as usual. It's good to see you again." I extended my hand to shake his hand and he looked questioningly at my breakfast of choice. I have known Alfonso for about five years. I've stayed here once a month for the past five years and he and I have grown fond of each other during my stays here. Everything has remained very professional with us, he would never mention anything about my drinking. He's only seen me here drunk once before, and that was the only time I've gotten drunk here. It was three years ago when I had just lost my sub. I was with her for about a year and started inviting her onto my business trips. Alfonso quickly grew fond of her as well. He could tell what our arrangement was without asking questions. We shared an incredible unspoken bond. Before a big business trip, my sub left me for another dom that she had met. I was a mess that weekend and missed all of my meetings to get drunk out by the pool. By the time night came, I was completely wasted and picked a fight with another guest. Alfonso ushered me to my room to throw up and sleep it off while he took care of the situations when the police showed up. We both have an incredible amount of respect for each other. 

We chatted for a while and caught up on business and gossip from the last week. Before he was about to get back to work I stopped him and asked him about the restaurant that Beth had pointed out to me. "Oh that's a great choice, sir. They usually take reservations two months in advance since they've gotten a perfect Michelin rating. Would you like to send me your schedule for the next couple of months and see what I can do about getting you in?" 

"I need a reservation for two tonight, Alfonso." I said dropping my whiskey and picking up my smoothie. He looked at me with almost terror at the thought. But he assured me that he would do his best and walked away. I finished my smoothie and walked out to get a cab for my day full of meetings. 

As I stepped into my meeting all I could think about was how I could treat Beth to a nice night out tonight. What if Alfonso couldn't get a reservation for me? Where else would I take her? I wanted it to be special. A part of me wanted to get a car and take her to a night club in the city to show her my world. My heart began racing at that thought. The look in her big innocent eyes when she saw naked women in collars and leashes crawling on the ground. How she would react and what smartass remark she would have about it all. God, she was so cute when she was trying to play it cool, but I could tell her mind was racing last night even if she didn't tell me. 

I reached out my hand to introduce myself to my hopeful business partner, "Hi Mark, it's so nice to finally meet you. Let's get started." Mark showed me to a small meeting room with a window to downtown and a big conference table. I sat facing the window with my back to the door. I opened up my briefcase and handed him a packet of paper that we would be going over. The meeting itself was very boring. We began talking about the future potential of his investment and all of the new opportunities that might arise for him. Mark was a smart, young businessman set on increasing his assets and that was about the only thing that he cared about. Just as the meeting was coming to a close, I head the door open behind me. Instead of looking back, I skimmed over the next part of my pitch.

"Yes, what is it Bethany?" Mark said in a casual tone. Bethany? My head whipped around to the door without even thinking, my eyes wide and my mouth dropped. There was a tall and thin brunette gal at the door, now uncomfortably trying to avoid eye contact with me while explaining to Mark there was a problem in the lobby. Embarrassed, I turned my head back to my papers and kept reading over them. I was not comprehending a single word, but thinking of how horrible that probably looked. Me whipping my head around at the sound of a female's name. Beth was the only thing in my head and I was desperate to see her again. "Excuse me Andrew, I'll be right back." Mark said as he stood up, adjusting his jacket and walking out the door.

I pulled my phone out for the first time since breakfast this morning and carefully made sure not to delete Beth's number. I stared at the screen, wondering if I should call her or shoot her a quick text. I knew Mark would be back soon, so I went with a text. It read 'Be ready by 7, wear something nice.' I probably should have worded that differently so she doesn't think that she didn't look nice last night. Boy, she looked great last night. I don't even know how I could have said that any differently or nicer, I'm just too used to giving commands like that. I stared at my phone waiting for her reply, but I could hear Mark's footsteps coming back in so I put it back in my pocket. "Sorry about that, where were we?"

I'm sure the rest of the meeting felt rushed by me, but I suddenly didn't care about it. All I cared about was tonight and getting everything ready and making sure everything was perfect. It lasted no more than ten minutes before I shook Mark's hand again and left the building. I walked back to my hotel and asked for Alfonso. He came out to meet me in the lobby and he had a smile on his face, hopefully with good news. 

"Andrew, come into my office." He said as he raised his hand out to guide me into his office. Once there we both took a seat across from each other at his desk. :"I have good news for you, my friend."

"Oh I sure hope so, Alfonso. I pay you too much to have anything less." I began our inside joke with a smile on my face and saw him do the same.

"I got you a reservation for two tonight at 7:30. I assume it's a special occasion for a special lady?" By this time he was smirking as if he already knew the answer.

"Honestly, Alfonso, I don't know. I just met her last night..." I stopped myself when I saw his eyes turn from excited to sad. Alfonso and I had a close bond and we knew a lot about each other without having to offer up much information. "It's not like that though. She's different, she has to be." I found myself getting lost in my own thoughts just thinking about her again.

"Well does she know about your lifestyle? You and I both know that's the most important thing to establish before getting serious. You can't let her in without knowing if she will accept you or not." He was now beginning to lecture me, less like a friend and more like a mentor.

"But that's the thing." I hesitated because I knew just muttering these words would turn my entire world upside down. "I know she isn't into that stuff. She can't be. But I'm okay with that, I think. She denies me and talks back, but she's so cute when she does. She seems to be fighting against being submissive, and I want her to fight against that. To find her voice and be independent. But I want her to do that with me." At this point I was confusing myself and getting further and further from the plot.

"Andrew..." he let out a sigh and placed his hands on the table in between us. He dropped his head and looked me square in the eyes, "If you want this, I will make tonight the most beautiful night of this young woman's life. But you have to be sure about it. You can't back out or be upset if at the end of the night she doesn't choose you or your lifestyle. That's a very real option. I can tell in your eyes how you feel about her, but you need to be ready for that."

"I know, I know. I'll live if she doesn't accept me, but I'll hate myself if I don't try. Work your magic tonight, I need to pick her up at 7." I asked him as if begging for the last of my wishes from a genie's lamp. I stood up and he did the same, shook my hand, and I left up to my room.

The hours seem to go by as slowly as possible. I went to the gym at 2 and sat in the sauna just to pass time, but even then I still had three hours until I had to pick her up. And I still never even heard back from her. There was still the very real possibility that she would call back and say that she couldn't make it. I decided I would go grab a small bite to eat before dinner so I went back down to the restaurant and ordered a kale salad and another whiskey. I took as long as possible to eat my salad, savoring every bite and hoping time would pass by faster. The salad was great and I thought about even ordering another one to keep me down here longer, but I passed on that idea and went back up to my room. Two hours left.

I tidied up as much as I could in the room. I got a wet wash cloth and wiped down all of the furniture and the entire bathroom to make it as clean as possible. I refolded all of the laundry in my bag and put a clean folded shirt at the top in case she stayed the night again. I made sure the movie options were out on the table and I centered the tables around the chair by the door. I took out a dessert and breakfast room service menu and set them both on the table by her side of the bed. I walked around the room aimlessly for another half an hour centering items on the furniture and making sure the bed was lined up evenly and the door handle didn't have any visible finger prints. 

It was now 6:00 and I felt my phone buzz in my pockets. It was a text message from Beth. My heart jumped when I saw her name on the screen but it immediately began beating fast at the thought that it could be her turning down our date. I opened the message and it read, 'Oky dokes'. For the first time since I was in high school, I got butterflies. She was so young and innocent, like she didn't have a care in the world and nothing could go wrong. But I knew that wasn't true. I knew she has known heartache and betrayal and loneliness as hard as anyone ever has. It was visible to me in her eyes when we were sitting at the fire pit. The way she dazed off into space and got lost in her own thoughts. It's not just a happy girl who could get lost in her own head like that. 

I figured it was time I could start getting ready so I went into the bathroom and reshaved my chin and face and brush my hair. I was trying to decide between two shirts that I had hung up in the closet. One was a blue button down shirt and the other was a white polo. I've never been one to have difficulties making decisions, I was used to calling the shots and making the game plan. But the underlying thought of which one she would like more or would go with her outfit best made me second guess myself. Just as I was about to pick, there was a knock at the door.

I opened the door and there was a maid with a dry cleaners bag held up above her head. "For Mr. Andrew. From Alfonso" she said as she handed me the bag. I took a hold of it and thanked her and closed the door. Confused as to what this was I opened it and feasted my eyes on a nice black suit set. Alfonso must have known that I hadn't brought a formal outfit with me for my business trip so he got me something extra special. There was a pair of black slacks hemmed to my exact height with a light grey button down shirt and a sharp black coat. I admit, this was better than anything I had packed and I was sure that Beth would love it. I quickly got dressed and walked down to the lobby to get my car. 

I walked outside to the valet to give them my ticket for my car. "Mr. Andrew, Alfonso set up a car for you tonight. It's right this way." He led me to a limo parked outside the drive through area and opened the door for me. "The driver just needs directions to where you are picking up your date and then he will take you to the restaurant." I thanked him and he closed the door and I climbed in.

I took a minute to take this all in. Alfonso really had outdone himself this time. It was all so perfect, even if he had gotten a limo for a ten minute drive. He wanted this to be perfect. I instructed the limo to Beth's place and the driver got out to open my door and waited there to do the same upon my arrival. I walked up to Beth's door and hesitated a little bit. I took a deep breath and knocked three times on the door. I made sure I was standing up straight and had a neutral look on my face for when she opened the door. All of that was lost when she did. My mouth dropped and I felt my shoulders lean forward as I fought back the urge to shove her back inside and carry her to her bedroom and rip her clothes off of her. She was perfect.

Her long blonde hair was curled and fell just past her boobs, every curl in place. Her eyes were carefully lined with a top and bottom layer of liner and her lashes were the longest lashes I've ever seen. Normally I never notice any of this stuff on women, but she was so perfect I couldn't help but admire all of this. She walked out of the door towards me and turned around to close her door. "No, stop." I demanded of her. She turned back to face me and looked up at me confused. "Just stand still, I'm not done admiring you." Her cheeks flushed bright red and I knew she was watching my eyes go down every inch of her body, but I didn't care that this could be awkward for her. Her dress had a deep cut showing off what incredibly small amount of cleavage that she did have. It had thin straps so her tones arms were free to the summer air. Just at her waist, her dress flowed out and flowed down just past the bottom of her curvy and plump ass. Her legs were long and slender, and she was standing in three inch black heels. She was perfect, she was so beautifull. "You're so beautiful" I thought out loud as soon as I had finished admiring her feet. I looked back up to her and smiled. She closed the door behind her and I put out my arm to walk her out to our ride. 

Once we got out to the street, she looked straight at the limo and up at me with a goofy smile plastered across her face. "You got a limo for us? How far are we going?" she asked so surprised and curious.

I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the limo taking us ten minutes away. But I didn't want to give up the surprise just yet. "Not too far, but I like to ride in style." I said making a lame joke. 

The driver opened up the door for us and I watched her climb in, her black dress coming up in the back and exposing her black laced thong. I think she realized she had just flashed me and sat down quickly, patting her dress down around her. Dark thoughts started running through my head. I could tell the driver to just drive around and turn on some loud music. I wanted to sit down across from her and tell her to come up to me and kneel in front of me. She would look up at me with curious and wondrous eyes, not sure of what to do. I would demand that she take off my pants, maybe she would be aroused by that point and want to suck me off without me demanding. But I would mouth fuck her until I heard her gagging and she was trying to pull me away. I would grab her hair on the back of her head and push her face on my cock until her lips were at my base. I could control her that way and make sure that I was fucking her and not the other way around. I wanted nothing more than to use her slutty mouth and fuck her until I shot my load in the back of her throat and heard her choke on her own saliva. 




Her Introduction Ch. 03



Instead of going on that dream, I took a deep breath and erased those thoughts from my head. I climbed in and sat next to her, putting my arm around her. Her cheeks were blushing again and I felt her entire body shaking a bit. My hand rested on her shoulder and I rubbed my fingers against her flesh. She was nervous and I was too. "You look so beautiful, Beth." I told her as she looked up into my eyes. I could see her eyes light up and twinkle as I told her and she looked down and thanked me with a huge smile. Has no one ever told her that before that she's embarrassed to complimented like that? With not just an ass like hers, but a face like hers? She should be told that every day of her life. 

We sat just like that and she asked how my day was. She was so curious what I did the last twelve hours since I had seen her. I told her that I just had boring meetings all day. Before I could ask her how her day went, the car came to a stop and the driver opened our door. She looked confused, but it was breathtaking to see her face when her mind was running around everywhere. It was like she had forgotten who she was and who she was with, just trying to wrap her brain around what was going on. I got out first and held out my hand to help her get out. Once she stepped out she looked up at the restaurant and smiled from ear to ear.

"We're eating here? Really??" She said laughing and smiling and placing her hands around my waist. Her touch was so delicate and soft and full of love. I loved her smile so much, her eyes lit up and there wasn't a care in the world. Her smile was eye-catching and I couldn't help but smiling back. I slipped my hands around her back and caressed them on her waist, where they sat perfectly on her curves. I smiled back and her and got lost in her eyes.

"Yeah, a friend of mine got us in. Are you excited?" I asked her pulling her into me so our bodies were connecting as one. She was so petite and light that pulling her into me was like pulling in a pillow. Our bodies connected like a puzzle with our groins coming together in unison. I caught her eyes wandering down to my lips and I did the same, but looked back into her beautiful green eyes. She nodded her head yes and leaned up to kiss my cheek. I can't remember the last time I was kissed on the cheek. But I loved every touch from her and I craved more from her. More than just dominating her and more than just lust. I craved to know her thoughts and what was in her pretty little head. I craved all of her. I moved my arms from her waist and she followed my lead. We walked into the restaurant to check in with the hostess who sat us at a small, dimly lit table in the corner of the restaurant. I knew Alfonso had to pull some tricks for this

I pulled out Beth's chair and pushed it in for her as she sat down and I caught another glimpse of her perfectly round butt. It was too clean and perfect and would look even better with red marks running all the way down it for how she talked back to me the night before. Just then another thought came into my mind. I tried to push it out, but I just couldn't. I thought about when we got back to my hotel. She would thank me for our dinner and want to please me by sucking me off. I would let her do that and have her way with that, just to make her think that she's in control. Afterwards I'd tell her how great she was and lean in to kiss her but force her onto the bed with her bare ass on display for me. I would start with just my hand, but I'd have to punish her. 

"Listen here, you little slut. This is how things are gonna go from now on. You're my bitch and you're going to suck me off whenever I say so. Even if you don't want to I will mouth fuck you and you're going to wish you hadn't doubted me. Just like you're going to wish you hadn't talked back to me last night." I'd lean over the back of her, my growing pants hitting the lips of her pussy. I'd squeeze her tits until she let out a moan of pleasure like the little slut that she is. And I'd whisper into her ear, "I'm going to punish you now for last night's poor behavior." Her eyes would be wide and her jaw would drop open in fear and confusion. She wouldn't even look me in the eyes, but she'd know she had to take it. "I want you to count everytime I punish you until I'm done? Do you hear that?" She'd meekly nod her head and put her face down towards the pillow, trying to brace herself. But nothing would prepare her to be spanked by her master. I'd put my face down to her asshole and blow on it and her cunt, giving her some kind of pleasurable feeling before I rear back and slap her as hard as I could. I craved to hear her whimper in pain and her body jump at not only the sensation but the sound of it.

I reached my chair at the other side of the table and sat down. I unfolded my napkin and set it into my lap before looking up at Beth. As soon as my eyes met hers, all of those incredible thoughts and visions were gone in an instant. Instead, I just saw her smile and her bright, wide eyes. I thought of kissing her and telling her again how beautiful she looked. She had a weird effect on me where I wanted to be her prince charming. It wasn't until this moment that I realized how fucked I am with her. I opened my mouth to tell her again how pretty she looked, but a waiter walked up with an opened bottle of champagne. "Here's some bubbles for you two, on the house." He said and winked at me while his busser was bringing over an ice bucket to keep it chilled.

I looked over at Beth and she looked so surprised and happy, watching the server's every move as if his pouring was something of a spectacle that she was blessed to see. She then looked over at me when she caught me staring at her. I couldn't help but stare at her sometimes. The way she would light up with something so simple, but it meant so much to her was magical. She picked up her glass and held it out to me, "Cheers!" she almost yelled, so excited.

She took the first sip and let out a "mmm" sound to indicate that she liked it. She did have good taste in wines, I had to admit. She set her glass down and I could see her mind working again, running in circles around her own thoughts. "So what exactly do you do Andrew? I know you said you're in finance, but what does your job entail?" she looked serious, like she was worried that she was out with me but knew nothing about me. "And how old are you??" she asked as if that was her main question, picking up her glass to stop herself from talking.

I laughed with her, but I answered her. "I'm a financial advisor. I find people with extra money and I find them good investments to make in their area. Today I met with a gentleman that was wanting to increase his company's assets. I told him where he should place his money and all of the opportunities that would arise." I paused and looked down at my glass as if I wasn't going to answer her last question. I picked up my glass and took a sip. looking back at her as I did. She had a worried look on her face, embarrassed that she might have to ask me again. Once I swallowed, I smiled and said, "And I'm 27, Beth. How old are you?" 

She flashed me a quick smile and brought her hands up underneath her chin. "Guess". she said looking right into my eyes and almost posing to make herself look older.

"Hmm, let's see here. I'm going to guess you are... 25." She just smirked at me and picked up her glass of wine again as if to create tension and mystery. "Am I right?" I asked again giving her the reaction that she wanted.

"No you are not." She said trying not to smile, but to be snooty as if offended by my answer.

"Well there's no way you're older 25, you'd have more wrinkles by now. Are you really 30 and just aging well?" I asked, now concerned if that was the case. 

"I just turned 21 earlier this year." She said avoiding my eyes but looking towards my mouth and blushing. And my mouth was the right spot for her to focus on. My draw dropped and her eyebrows shot up when she saw this. She kind of smiled with pride and was proud that she came off as much more mature than her age. But she's still a baby. This gave me even more doubts of being out with her. Just as I opened my mouth to comment on her young age, the waiter came over and dropped off our first course. I realized that we hadn't even looked at a menu at all. Alfonso must have taken care of everything. Probably a way to encourage us to talk about certain things. And just the thought of talking about this brought another thought into my mind.

I had always wanted to buy vibrating panties for my submissive and make them wear them out to dinner like this. I would have the remote to control her pleasure, but she wasn't allowed to cum until I gave her permission, which I wouldn't while we were out. We'd get in the car to go out and I'd set it to a low hum on her clit. She'd be allowed to touch herself and I'd grope and suck on her tits when we reached a red light. But once we reached the restaurant I'd turn it off for her not to embarrass herself. But as soon we got our first course, I'd turn it on for her again. But this time I'd hit it up another notch. She'd squirm in her seat and try to come off as if nothing was going on. I'd make her eat her salad and laugh to myself as her hand twitched when she brought her fork to her mouth. Once she was done eating I'd turn it off and let her enjoy the main course in peace, besides the fact that her panties would be uncomfortably wet. 

But as soon as dessert came, I'd turn her on to the third and middle level, this time a moan slipping from her lips. She'd have to disguise it with the pleasure that she got from the chocolate dessert. This time I wouldn't turn it off. I'd help walk and guide her out to the car where she'd jump in and recline the seat to help herself relax. She'd beg me to cum and wouldn't be able to sit still. I'd tell her to unzip my pants and suck me off before we got back home. She'd put all of her efforts into sucking and licking and stroking, letting out low pitched moans and feeling her body shake on the seat. She'd have to get me off before we got home or she'd get a punishment and she knew that. 

I'd hold it in for as long as I could and make her panic that she was running out of time. Instead of pulling into the driveway, I'd park on the curb outside and relax, shooting my hot cum down her throat, her moans filling the sound of an idle engine. At that moment, I'd turn the panties to the next notch, causing her to choke on my cum and her own saliva, but giving her so much pleasure. I'd pull into the driveway and call her a good girl, but not instruct her to get out. She'd go back to her reclined position in the chair and grope her own tits and focus on her breathing so she wouldn't cum before she could.

I'd have to run around and pick her up and carry her over my shoulders as she moaned with the ecstasy of her vibrating clit and being thrown around by her master. As soon as we got inside, I'd throw her on to the couch and turn up to the last notch, her yelping and her eyes rolling back and beginning to beg, "please let me cum, sir, please." I'd make her wait just a couple of seconds before I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. With one word her body would rock back and forth as she- 

"You must really like that salad over there, don't you." Beth was looking up at me with an amused face. I had completely lost myself in my fantasies that I hadn't looked up from my salad and had cleared my plate before Beth has even finished half of it. 

I felt my own cheeks warm up as I tried to find an excuse, "Oh yeah, I haven't eaten today so I'm a bit hungry." 

"I can tell" she giggled and began finishing her own salad

Once she was done, the busser came over and cleared our plates and the server poured more wine for us and assured us of our main course coming out soon. I had hoped it was something that Beth would like since she didn't pick it out herself. 

"Can I ask you why you're single?" She blurted out of nowhere. My entire body froze, does she know what I am and what I do? Plus, what kind of question is that? I had to think of an answer quickly.

"I work a lot. I stay down here every weekend and I live in the city on the weekdays. It's tough to be with someone with my schedule." She nodded her head in approval. "Why did you break up with your boyfriend?"

She looked cold to that question for just a second, but she looked right back up at me, "He wasn't very nice to me. He never accepted me or things that I liked. He would try to tell me who I could and couldn't hang out with, he tried to make me diet and run every day, he would get mad when I wouldn't clean the house spotless when he expected. He just expected a lot but didn't give me anything. It didn't work. We were at different spots in our lives and we just didn't mesh well." I had a feeling that was the short version of a long, long story. But she made sure to highlight on the fact that she was independent and wasn't going to be told what to do. 

Just then, our main course came out and we ate that mostly in silent, appreciating how delicious it was. She was right that this was the best restaurant I've ever been to. I told her she was right about it and her eyes lit up as she was so proud. The rest of the night was rather boring. Well boring compared to what I wanted to be doing. We shared more stories and laughs and learned more about each other. But I couldn't get my mind off of what would happen when we were alone together in my room. 

We walked out of the restaurant and the driver was out there waiting for us. We climbed in and he asked us where we were headed. "Do you want to stay the night with me again?" I asked her trying my hardest to not sound persuasive or eager. She looked up at me and nodded before resting her head on my shoulder. I looked up to the driver but he had heard our exchange and began driving. She was so soft and delicate like this. This kind of exchange and these thoughts are so foreign to me, but I enjoyed them so much.

As soon we pulled up, she lifted her head and looked so excited to go back in with me. What would tonight entail, I thought? I've had so many dirty thoughts running through my mind all night, that I'm so horny. I'm not sure I would be able to control myself around her alone. I helped her out of the car again, and I held her hand as we walked into the hotel lobby. Alfonso was at the desk to the right of the entrance and our eyes met and I brought her over to meet him. "Hi Alfonso, thank you so much for everything tonight, we had a great time. This is Beth." Beth looked so excited at the thought of me introducing her to my friend and the fact I had turned to Alfonso to help make this night special. She smiled up at him with the cutest and sweetest of smiles.

"It's so nice to meet you, Beth. Andrew was so excited you agreed to see him again tonight." She looked surprised at this revelation and she looked up at me, cheeks burning a bright red. This could be partly from the alcohol, but I think she was genuinely blushing at this encounter. 

She looked back at Alfonso and shook his hand, "It's nice to meet you too." She was good with manners, she knew how to act around people and her maturity was impressive for her age. That small piece of information was probably something that I wouldn't be telling Alfonso. 

We said goodnight to Alfonso and walked across the lobby to the elevator where we had first met. We were now walking in silence, but an excited silence, we were both anticipating what would happen next. Once we got in the elevator and the doors closed, I looked over at her. Her cheeks still red, her eye makeup smeared a bit from laughing, and her hair out of place from the wind outside. But she still looked beautiful. I wanted to grab her and kiss her and I thought about it for a long time before I set out to do it. "Sooo come here often?" She had ruined my train of thought, but she made me laugh. She was good at that, she made me laugh a lot. We laughed together and now we were both blushing just as the elevator made it to my floor.

I grabbed her hand and we got out together and walked into my room together. Once the door was closed, I couldn't control myself anymore. I slammed the door shut behind her and pushed her up against the wall by her rib cage. I looked deep into her eyes, and there was something in her eyes, that turned me on so much. She looked fearful but excited, and full of lust. I leaned in to kiss her and she met me with the same. I stood there, kissing her, pushing my groin against hers into the door. I ran my fingers through her hair and my other hand holding her cheek. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she embraced it with her own. I was growing hard and I kissed her more forcefully. I slipped my hand down to her neck and had to stop myself from putting any force to her. 

She reached her arms up and shoved my jacket off of me, throwing it to the ground. My arms moved to her waist and I pulled her in closer to me, away from the door. She took initiative and began unbuttoning my shirt. God this woman is so independent. This might be a bad idea. But we were too far into it to stop now. I was shirtless and I turned her around and walked her over to the bed, not breaking our kiss. I squatted down a bit just to run my hands from her knees, past her hips, and up to the part of her dress that was tight around her waist. I put my fingers underneath the band and pulled it up over her head. This was the first time I was seeing her tits in front of me. She was still so perfect. I began kissing her again and caressing her boobs in my hand. I could feel her breathing get heavier and she let out a soft moan. My cock twitched at her moan and I could feel my fingers squeezing just a bit too tight, so I had to do something else to keep myself from taking her how I wanted to. 

I pushed her down against the bed and scooted her up towards the pillows. I began kissing her more passionately now before I broke the kiss and she rubbed her hands through my hair. I went down and kissed her jaw bone and down to her neck, sucking ever so slightly. I kissed down the middle of her rib cage, right in the center of her chest. I heard her moan again and she arched her back when I did this, positioning her tits closer to my mouth. I grabbed her right tit in my hand and began suckling on her left. She moaned even louder this time and I felt her hips thrusting against me. I took this cue to begin kissing down and down until I met her middle. I kissed her thighs, and her knees before I took off her panties. I slipped them down past her feet and I could see evidence of her arousal. I looked up at her with a smirk and saw her cheeks get red again. I began kissing my way up her leg until I got to her lips. I began sucking on her lips and teasing around her clit. I did this for about 30 seconds, watching her stomach and lungs move up and down with every uneven, heavy breath. She looked so serious and so focused now, like I'd never seen her before.

I shot her a smile as I placed my hands underneath her and grabbed her ass, squeezing softly. I worked my tongue against her clit with just the right power and just the right motion. She moaned instantly and her legs began to twitch around me after just seconds. I thought to myself what to do next. I probably shouldn't make her beg me to cum right now. And I probably shouldn't call her my slut or my whore. I just kept working my tongue, it felt like she was close to an orgasm anyways. I felt her body convulsing and she was moaning in pleasure... Until she wasn't anymore. Confused, I looked up at her and she had her eyes closed, and a focused look on her face. "What are you doing?" I stopped and asked.

She looked so surprised she shot her eyes open and looked back at me. "What do you mean...?"




Her Introduction Ch. 03



"You don't look relaxed. What's wrong? This is supposed to be enjoyable." I laughed a little to ease the moment, my face not moving away from her pussy.

"I am enjoying it." she said cold and stern. Her face looked sad, but determined to convince me.

"No you aren't. What's wrong?" I asked again, trying not to sound too demanding.

"Nothing." She almost yelled at me at this point and she seemed as if she was going to cry.

"Tell me, Beth. Are you going to cum?" I said as I began licking her again and felt her twitch at my touch.

"I don't...know" she said fighting back a moan. 

"What do you mean you don't know?" I said as I kept working my tongue on her. "Does this make you cum?"

"Stop it!" she said now getting upset. "Stop talking."

"Beth... Have you never had an orgasm before?" I was concerned for this poor girl if she had never had an orgasm her entire life. She wasn't really living.

She looked down shameful and her cheeks were the reddest they've been all night. "I just get nervous I guess. I always have to stop. I've never been able to" she said, looking as if she was about to cry. I sat up and came up next to her, she looked so vulnerable and afraid.

"It's okay, honey." I've never called her honey before. "You just have to relax. It's nerv-wrecking for everyone. I might have something that will help you, okay?" she nodded at me. "Close your eyes"

She closed her eyes and I got up and walked over to my luggage. I had two things in there that I always travelled with. I walked back over to her and straddle her, my hard cock hitting her stomach through my pants. I put a black eye mask over her head and over her eyes to block her vision. This next move, I was nervous to do, but I wanted to test the waters with her. I grabbed both of her hands and brought them above her head. I tied them together tightly with a scarf and fastened them to a hook on the headboard above her. I took a moment to admire her like this. Blindfolded with her arms tied up, naked and horny, vulnerable and afraid. I was loving every moment of this but I couldn't forget who I was with and I had to respect her boundaries. I leaned down and kissed her cheek and moved my lips over to her ear, "Just relax, sweetie."

What I heard next shot me into a level of sub-consciousness and I honestly don't remember what happened the rest of the night after she had said these two words with such lust and desire in her voice. "Yes, sir."



Her Introduction Ch. 04



This has to be the most embarrassing thing of my life right now. I've never actually been called out on this, that I've never had an orgasm. I did expect him to just say fuck it and fuck me so that he could at least get off. But here I am, laying here with my eyes closed. I have no idea what he is planning or where he went. But I kept my eyes closed half in embarrassment, half excited and hoping he is going to put in an effort. I heard him rifle through his luggage and walk back over. He hopped on the bed and I felt his legs straddle by stomach and I felt his hard cock stretching his zipper also sitting on my stomach. I felt my heart beating faster and faster and I had no idea what was happening. 

Just then I felt a soft and silky path go over my forehead and over my eyes. He was blindfolding me! My jaw and my stomach dropped simultaneously and my heart beat even faster. What have I gotten myself into? But it was the next thing that happened that drove me crazy. Once my eyes were fully secured, I heard him let out a sigh and felt his entire body drop with it. He was nervous, but what for? I felt his hands reach for mine and intertwine together. He lifted them ever so slightly and ever so slowly until they were both above my head, reaching towards the headboard. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't getting turned on at this point. 

He held my two hands together and intertwined them together and with his hands he tied them with something soft and smooth. I jumped at the tightening of the fabric and I think he got scared, that maybe he had crossed a line with me. But he hadn't, not at all. But I was afraid, and I almost brought my hands down to my front to untie them and stop what he was doing. As soon as I didn't move, giving him the heads up to continue, he tightened the fabric and brought my hands up to the top of the headboard where they were secure from moving anywhere. We sat like that, still for what felt like minutes. I could feel my entire body burning up, not just from embarrassment, but from lust and desire. I had never been put on display like this before, but it was the hottest thing I've ever done. I was on display for him to see me and to use me however he wanted. 

I couldn't keep the thoughts from running through my head. Was he going to fuck me or was he going to just leave me here? Is he one of those guys that brings out whips and starts whipping people? I was so nervous but I felt so free and wanted nothing but to please him. I could feel my breathing getting heavier and heavier at the thought of any one of these things happening. The thought that he could still be a serial killer came to mind too. This is all so foreign to me, but I couldn't help getting aroused at this all. I felt my entire body get goose bumps, I could feel my nipples getting hard, and suddenly I felt a throbbing sensation on my clit that I've never felt before. In a matter of seconds, I was under some kind of sex spell that he had put on me. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted, to use me and take control of this entire situation to please the both of us. In this moment, I was his. 

I felt him push himself back on me and lean down towards me. He kissed my cheek and then kissed my earlobe. "Just relax" he whispered in my ear, his hot breath hitting right on nerves. I was silent for a couple of seconds as I felt him kiss the rest of my ear, sending shivers again across my body. 

"Yes sir." I told him. I don't think I've ever called anyone sir before, but this just felt so right. I've read a little bit about dominants and submissives, but I didn't really know anything about it. This doesn't feel like that. Most of what I thought about this was leather pants and whips and face masks; stupid stuff that I've seen on TV. I'm not sure what exactly this was. But sir always feels like a name for a man that's in control and has authority over you. I've never felt like any man had authority over me until just now. We had spent less than 24 hours together and he already knew so much about me. He knows how to make me laugh, what makes me happy, and I want to believe that he knows what gives me pleasure. 

As soon as I uttered those words, I felt Andrew lift his head away from me. His breathing changed and his touches changed too. I wish I could have seen him to know exactly what had changed within him, but I knew it was something. Did I say the wrong thing? I felt him start to kiss my neck again, as he did before. But he was more forceful, and he was using his teeth now. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan at this sensation. He immediately stopped and I felt his chin on my neck as if he was looking up to see my reaction. He grabbed my right boob with his right hand and began squeezing it hard. His hands felt so much different now. Before, he was soft and gentle but now he used a lot more force and his hands were quick to squeeze my nipple. 

He brought his mouth down to my nipple and began suckling on it. He enclosed his mouth over my nipple and used his tongue to play with it like he did my clit. I could feel myself getting wet and my legs twitching at this sensation. He began to suck even harder and I let out a moan of pleasure. I could feel my insides tightening up and I couldn't control my breathing. He grabbed my other tit with his other hand and began groping it with his entire hand, stopping occasionally to pinch the nipple. At the same time he used his teeth to bite down ever so slightly on my nipple and then a little harder. Another moan came out of me. I don't know where it was coming from, but it was louder, and huskier than any other the other ones. I felt my hips thrust against his jeans that were resting on my center, trying to make contact with my clit. He took his left hand from my boob and pressed my hips down firm, "No, no honey. You don't get to move. You sit still and don't move until I say you can." His voice was different now too, but it sent shivers down my body and my clit began throbbing again. I was loving this so much but I wanted him inside me so badly. 

"Yes sir" I said resting my hips back down against the bed. I heard him let out a slight moan and his hand shot back up to my tits. He brought his mouth back down to my tit and began suckling again, biting down again, harder and harder. He listened to my moans and kept at it. I tried so hard to keep my hips still but I could feel them making the slightest movements towards his hard cock. Suddenly he bit down on my tit a little harder and my back arched up and another moan slipped out. He used this opportunity to put his left hand behind my back as he still focused on my right tit. He placed his left hand right behind my heart and dig his fingers in, pushing me up towards him. As he did this, he kept at my tit, but so much different now. Instead of suckling and biting, he worked just his tongue. He worked his tongue over my erect nipple and kept sucking, as to give me a hickey. At that moment, my hips flexed forward despite my fighting them to stay still, but not just a thrust. They thrusted forward with all they had, my insides tightening all the way. I felt like I couldn't breathe and I felt my legs shaking even more than they had before now. I kept trying to tell him to stop or to tell my brain to stop, but nothing came out. My mouth was open and I tried to make a sound, but nothing came out. My entire body became erect and still and I felt his tongue moving faster and faster on my nipple. My body was still and silent and I felt the most amazing wave of pleasure come over me, that I've never felt before. My vagina was pulsating and thrusting back and forth as if I was fucking some invisible cock. I've never felt anything like that before, I was warm and I was wet. Warm with embarrassment, anxiety, and lust; wet with sweat, his saliva, and my own juices. I just had my first orgasm without even being touched near my vagina. My jaw dropped and I heard him chuckle a little bit as he stopped sucking now. 

He came back up to me and lifted my eye cover off to look into my eyes. He was smiling and he looked so proud. "Wow..." was the only word that I could muster up to say. 

"Yeah, that's incredible. I thought cumming from tit stimulation was just a myth." He said trying to keep himself from laughing. "But that was hot, Beth. You're so hot." I felt my cheeks burn up and I looked away from him, not knowing what to say. But I'm sure he took my smile for a thanks for the compliment. "Are you ready for more?" 

"What?" I almost yelled at him. There's no way that I could take any more of this. 

"We aren't done Beth. Are you ready?" 

Ready for what? What else could we possibly do? I didn't know what he had in mind, but I was curious. I looked up into his eyes, "Yes sir." He smirked at me, his eyes twinkling and put the cover back over my eyes. 

"This time you can't cum without my permission." 

"Why wouldn't you give me permission?" I asked starting to sit up to ask him, as if challenging him, but was quickly reminded that I couldn't move anywhere. 

"Because you're mine and you listen to what I tell you. You can't cum without permission." 

"Well when will you give me permission?" 

"When you beg for it, sweetie." 

"I'm not going to beg you for permission to-" He began licking my clit again and stopped me dead in my tracks. His tongue felt so good on my center, that it felt like I was going to cum again in seconds. But I was determined not to beg for it. I'm not a beg gar and I shouldn't have to beg for that. 

He kept licked right on my clit and could feel my legs shaking around him. My breathing was again uneven and I tried to hold back my moans. Without missing a beat he stuck his index finger inside my vagina and I couldn't help but letting out a load moan and arching my back upwards, again being brought back down by my restraints. He began working my g spot and licking my clit and I knew I was coming close to cumming again. He knew it too. He immediately stopped and took out his finger. Once again I tried to sit up and I wish I could see the reaction on his face to how disappointed I was. "You don't have permission to do that, do you." 

"Andrew, stop it. This is stupid." As soon as I said that he came up and ripped off the eye cover and looked into my eyes. He looked so stern in his convictions and he was going to stand by them. And just like that, I was under his sex spell again. "I'm sorry, sir." The look in his eyes was so genuine, but masked by control and authority. He wanted to please me, I just don't know why jumping through all of these hoops. But I was really into it, I could feel my vagina running hot at the thought of begging him to make me cum. "Can I please cum?" 

His eyes lit up and he smiled from ear to ear. "Not yet" He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead and went back downstairs. He didn't cover up my eyes again, "I want you to watch me make you cum." Within seconds, he was moving his tongue around and had his finger back in me. I've never felt like this before, it was so liberating to not have to think about anything, but this pleasure he was giving me. I didn't have to think about what to do with my hands, I didn't have to think about where to look, I didn't have to think at all. I could just relish in his handiwork. 

And within minutes I squealed through all of my moans, "Can I cum now?" He looked up at me but didn't stop what he was doing. 

"That's not the right way to ask, Beth." I could see him smiling through the lips of my vagina. He really did want me to beg. And he knew that, he saw the hesitation on my face. And as he did, he stuck two fingers inside of me and began working his tongue faster and faster. My head dropped back and I could feel it building up inside of me. My back was arched and my hands were pulling against the restraints. I couldn't hold it back any longer but I didn't want him to stop like he did before. 

"Please let me cum!" He didn't answer, he just kept doing going. "Please sir, please let me cum. Don't stop this time, make me cum." I've never talked like that before but saying those filthy words while looking into his eyes with his mouth and fingers all over me was sending me nearer to the edge. 

He waited a couple of seconds as the sweat built up above my brows and he could tell I couldn't control my breathing or my muscles. "Cum for me." He finally said it and at the very second that he said it, my entire mind went blank and my muscles contracted around his fingers and I felt juices dripping down and out of me. I finally looked back towards him and he was cleaning me up with his tongue. He had made me have two orgasms in less than thirty minutes. What does that mean for me? What does that make me? And I'm still trying to figure out what he is. 

He came up and laid down next to me. He was on his side facing me while I was still on my back, unable to move. I was still breathing heavily and thrusting myself as I kept getting rushes of pleasure from my orgasm. "That's nice, isn't it?" I nodded at him, still unable to talk. "Did you like begging me to cum?" 

I felt myself blush within a second of him saying that. I didn't want to admit it, but I did. It was like he was building it up so it could be more powerful. And not only that, but I was giving him all of the power, so it was like a reward and more gratifying. I don't want to admit that I liked that, but still I told him, "yes sir, I did." 

He smiled and pressed on, never straying away from my gaze, "What did you think about everything tonight?" 

"What do you mean?" I'm really not one for confrontations or talking about my feelings or even talking about sexual things. 

"Did you like giving over all of your control to me?" He had a look of seriousness in his face and I wasn't sure where he was going with this. But I really did like it. I loved it all. It was so liberating and he felt so strong and masculine. I nodded at him, but unable to speak the words. "Do you want to know more about this lifestyle?" 

"What exactly is this lifestyle, Andrew?" I was so confused and I could see he was regretting even asking. 

"I'm a dominant. There are so many degrees to this lifestyle. In the past, I've found a submissive and they're mine. My last one was the longest one that I've ever had. We met at a night club for people like me. And you could say that she's my girlfriend. But our relationship revolves around sex, I guess..." I could see him losing his train of thought trying to find the right way to explain this all to me as an outsider. "Well it's more than just sex, we care about each other. But she does what I say all the time no matter what it is or where we are. She obeys me." 

"All the time?" I asked. I was so shocked and confused at this. How could someone follow another person's rules all the time, no matter what. I should just ask to leave now, that's not what I am or what I want. 

Andrew was silent. I could see his mind racing. He let out a big sigh, "Yes, that's how it usually is. That's how I've done it in the past. Mary was my last sub and we met at a club. I met her because she was on stage that night, pleasuring herself." I tried so hard to keep any disgusted or surprised look off my face and to not interrupt him. "That meant she was looking for a dom. Her and I paired off and we met up every night for our dates together. And when she was bad, I had to punish her. But I took care of her, Beth. That's the whole point. It was about me taking care of her because we cared about each other. She wanted to pleasure me and I wanted to do the same. But it's more than just that. It's hard to explain I guess." He was now looking down at the bed, not making eye contact with me. 

"Well... That's all it is? Is sex and commands?" I was so confused. My mind couldn't comprehend his entire revelation to me. 

"Well it's different for everyone, I guess. There's some people who practice this stuff in bed, just like me and you did. They lead regular lives as equals outside of the bedroom but once they get into it, it's all about control. Others do it all the time. They expect their subs to be full-time subs and obey them no matter what. You know, like the men with their subs naked and crawling on a leash... Stuff like that." He trailed off and his face grew red. 

"Naked crawling on the ground on a leash!?" By this time I'm pretty sure I was slightly yelling. This is all so weird to me. I would never ever be crawling on the ground on a leash or pleasuring myself on stage. I need to leave and get out of here. What if he doesn't accept my decline of this kind of relationship? Is he going to beat me as punishment if I don't stay? 

"It's hard to understand as an outsider. But some people thrive with control, and some people want nothing more but to give up all of their control. It's different for everyone, Beth. But I know that you reveled in not having any control tonight in the bedroom. And that's a great start to this kind of lifestyle. You could cum as much as you want in this setting." 

"I want more in life than to just have orgasms, Andrew. We had a great time at dinner tonight. Would we not be able to do anything normal besides sex? Because I can tell you right now, you'll never find me wearing a leash or following your every command!" I could feel my temper rising and I know I was beginning to raise my voice at him. I just didn't see any of this coming. 

"Beth, calm down." He placed his hand on my cheek and could see tears welling in my eyes. "I don't want that from you. I don't ever want to have you on a leash. I want you to be free to make any choices that you want. You're so strong and independent, that's what draws me to you. It's weird to tell you that, but your independence and strong-will is what drives me to want to dominate you and control you, but only in the bedroom. I've had subs before where I controlled their whole lives, but I don't want that for you. You're too beautiful not to be free. But in here, behind closed doors, when you're naked and wanting me, I need to control you and make you submit to me. Hearing you beg me to cum was the sexiest thing. But it's more than just having you beg me and calling me sir." 

It was all starting to make sense to me now a little bit more. Well not really. I was still confused. I liked being dominated in here. I liked being tied up and vulnerable for him to do whatever he wanted to me. He could have fucked my mouth or my ass, but he just wanted to please me. That's what kept me here and listening so long. I've never had a guy who worked so hard to make me have an orgasm or who spent his night making me cum twice and never even took his pants off. I wanted to know more, "What else is there?" 

"There's a lot more I guess. You submit to me and trust me to make the decisions for you. You have to trust me and obey me when I tell you things, like when I tell you to beg me to cum. And when you don't trust me or you talk back, you get punished." He looked like he wanted to say more, but he closed his lips and kept them closed, losing all eye contact with me. He was waiting for me keep it going or to end it right here. 

"What do you mean by punished..?" I asked hesitantly, but curiously. 

"Mostly it's just spanking. Like I've said, there's different types. Some couples go with whips or butt plugs, but some couples do those for rewards. Some women like the pain and that's the couples whole thing. Some men like to hurt their sub and the sub gets off on it." My jaw dropped at this, I've never heard of any of this before. 

"What's the worst punishment you've ever had to give?" I asked, knowing that I probably didn't want to know the answer. 

"Beth..." he said looking right into my eyes, begging me not to make him tell me. 

"I want to know." Our eyes didn't move. 

"I've done a lot of stuff, I've been in this lifestyle for seven years. I did this all wrong when I first got into it, I thought it was all about the punishments. But it's not at all. I don't ever want to punish you, and I would never hurt you. But I don't want to talk about my past, all that matters is what happens from this moment forward." He was so vulnerable at this point, he had lost control. Should I take it and make him tell me the worst that he's ever done? Or should I let him keep control and keep moving along in what happens from this moment further? 




Her Introduction Ch. 04



"Why would you ever punish me?" 

"Well if you talked back to me or didn't obey. I would have to punish you for how you talked back to me tonight. And I think that I should. If you want to stay and move forward with this." 

"Are you going to hit me?" At that moment I began to break down at the thought of it. I'm tied up here and he could literally do anything that he wanted to me right now and I couldn't defend myself. I tried to keep myself calm, but I couldn't and he could see that. Just the thought of being hit or abused scared me to death. My ex boyfriend used to hit me all the time and now this nice, sweet, and gentle man wants to hit me and is asking me if I will stay for it? 

"Beth, Beth, calm down. It's okay." He came in and put his arms around me, straining mine which were still tied up. He brought my head in to his chest and rubbed my hair. "I'm not going to hit you, that's not what it's about. It's just a couple of spanks. I guess the idea of it is that it gives me a sense of control that if you don't obey, you know that you'll get spanked and the idea of you getting spanked is supposed to be humiliating and drive you to not disobey me. Does that make sense? It's not painful, not with you and me." I still don't get this... He laid with me and rubbed my hair until he felt me calming down and my breathing going back to normal. He lifted up my chin and looked in my eyes. "I will never hurt you, Beth. You have to trust me." I nodded my head at him and he leaned down to kiss me. 

"I trust you." He kissed my forehead and he sat up and untied me. I stretched my arms out a little bit, letting them be free. 

"Turn over and sit on your knees with your ass in the air." He said his voice cold and stern. I looked up to him, in shock and confused. Was he going to punish me right now? I opened my mouth to talk back to him, but I could see kindness in his eyes and I trusted him. I did as he said and I put my ass in the air, leaning on my arms. He reached around and grabbed them again and tied them back up, placing them where they had previously been. He was rough with this, not like he just was a couple of minutes ago when we were talking. "I'm going to smack your ass five times for disobeying me, Beth. After each one, I want you to count. After five, we're done. Are you ready?" I nodded by head yes, but I was not ready at all. I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst. 

Smack! My mouth dropped open and my entire body jumped forward. My ass was stinging and I wanted to stop. But something about that first smack and knowing he was waiting for my count gave me an adrenaline rush. "One.." I mumbled out, embarrassed for wanting more. 

He waited no time after I counted before slamming another one down on the opposite cheek. The second one wasn't as bad as the first. Probably because I was expecting it this time, and knew what was coming. I answered quicker this time, "Two." 

The next one was not on my cheek, but directly on my center, his finger tips hitting my pussy. And that one felt so good, I felt my body quiver at the touch. I waited a few seconds to gather myself so I didn't let out a moan with it, "Three" I said as quickly and monotone as possible. 

He waited a couple of seconds before going again for the next one, he hit in the same spot and I got completely lost in it all. It felt like he left his fingers on my pussy for longer than intended, but I knew that wasn't the case. I felt my body shake at my pussy being teased and my head dropped back and this time I moaned out, "Four." My eyes were closed and my head was still fallen back and I felt so good to be in this position, being teased as punishment. Was this what it was all about? 

Andrew came down with all his might and smacked down on the same spot again, but leaving his hand there. "Five" I said again trying to keep back the last moan. This time, I didn't imagine that his fingers were lingering there, he had left them. He began teasing my lips and my opening with his hand. I could hear him using his other hand to unzip his pants. I wanted to see Andrew's cock, I had only seen it through clothing and it looked impressive. I wanted to see it bare and up close, but I couldn't get my head to turn all the way from the position that I was in. He stuck his fingers inside of me as I heard him struggling to get out of his boxers. He positioned me upright in doggy style position and I felt the tip of his penis at my entrance. 

"You were such a good girl taking your punishment, you deserve a reward, don't you?" Andrew said teasing his head towards my hole and sticking it in ever so slightly. I nodded my head and let out a little moan. From out of nowhere Andrew grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Answer me, Beth". He was being so forceful, like I've never seen in him before. But he wasn't crossing any lines. His slight roughness was turning me on and I know he heard me moan again at him pulling my hair. I could feel him smirking at me right now, knowing that he was pleasing me in the sickest way I thought was possible. 

"Yes sir, I was a good girl." I said moving my eyes over to try and meet his. He kissed me on the cheek and called me a good girl again, giving me approval.