0 comments/ 2882 views/ 3 favorites Open Windows Ch. 01 By: xStrawberryWinex What is it that defines something as being wrong? I tried most days to not ponder too much over this question. The end of the month had arrived quicker than expected and here I was pulling on my black jeans, scuffed up trainers and scraping my hair up under my cap. As I headed towards the door I looked in on the door of the bedroom in the darkness, the moon shone a streak of light across the empty bed. That's my reason, no one was there any more to look after me, and everything had become chances and a gamble. My thoughts had been soured over the last few months, those last few months alone. I had nothing and if something is there and too easy to be taken, why shouldn't I go out there and help myself. I wasn't hurting anybody after all. I had to admit it was always easier when the hotel was unoccupied but this time of year it was always busy. A few minutes later I ran my fingers along the window, knowing roughly where the catch was, the little gap where I could slide my finger in and open it enough to fit through. Silently I slid through, landing on the couch under the window which always broke my fall. I'm not a thief, just a borrower and the item I needed to borrow was on the side table as always next to the phone. I made my way over, hurriedly shining a light from my little LED torch onto the paper. Scribbling down the code I needed, I crawled along the floor back towards the window. I had only got halfway there when I heard the door slam and the light burst on, illuminating the room. Shit! I lost my cool persona and got up to run like the wind back towards the window. "Hey!" a voice called after me as I toppled out of the window and back down onto the tarmac below. A sharp pain seared through my arm and thigh but with no time to do an injuries check, I tore back over to my own front door. It was the next morning when I made my way down to my desk and laptop that I realised something was missing, franticly thumbing through my keychain it was clear to see that my stick was missing. Not a major problem many would think but my stick was firstly, my life's thoughts and workings. It was also full of every single story and note that I had written, 24 of those being fanfictions of various genres. I felt sick inside, my little secret life was on that stick. I came to the conclusion that it must have fallen from my keychain as I had raced to escape the previous night. There was no other way, I would have to go back in there and find it. That night, dressed for darkness as I had the night before, I made my way out and across the car park to the window. Jumping up to the ledge I fiddled with the catch, it had had some sort of attempt at a fix since my last visit but I was used to that. I prised it apart finally and slid back through. I sighed with relief that the room was in darkness, at least I could make my visit short and sweet. I couldn't see it anywhere, I retraced my steps from the night before and decided that it must be somewhere beneath the side table. It was hard to see anything on the plum red carpet in the darkness so I crawled underneath; flicking my torch from side to side hurriedly I searched in desperation. A few moments later the light flicked on, making me jump in surprise and bang my head hard on the table above me. "Fuck it" I hissed under my breath. I glanced upwards to see a figure in the doorway. He walked slowly into the room, his arms folded across his chest. "Looking for something?" he said eventually, holding out the very usb stick I was looking for between his finger and thumb. Fuck it again, he had caught me. Stupidly I sat crouched under there for a few minutes while he stood there. Something in my head told me that if I sat there for long enough he might get fed up, turn around, switch the light off and close the door behind him as he left. Alas, in reality that was not going to happen. "Well?" He asked after a moment or two, his tone growing a little more impatient. I sighed and dragged myself out from under the table and stood up to face him. As I did so my jaw literally dropped in horror as I realised whose hotel room I had broken into. "Fucking hell" my thoughts fell out of my mouth without me even realising it and emerged in a stupid squeak. The dull thud as my torch fell from my fingers and rolled across the floor, resting a few inches from his feet. There in front of me, with a not very amused look on his face was Colin Firth, well known actor and subject of several of my fanfiction stories. Those fanfiction stories that were stored on the tiny blue usb stick in his hand. "I'm so, so sorry. " I started. "It's mine, could I please have it back." I kept my head down so that he couldn't see my face. "That depends." He began, rolling the stick around in his fingers and taking a step towards me. "Are you going to tell me why you are in my hotel room?" I stood for a moment, going over a million different amounts of bullshit I could come out with at this moment. None of it was going to cut it, I came clean. "I live next door...I come in through that window every month. I'm not here to steal anything I promise." He did not answer and instead moved towards me and with a quick grab, pulled away the cap I was hiding beneath. He looked surprised as all my hair tumbled down to my waist and for the first time looked me straight in the eye. "Sit down." He instructed. I did as he asked. "I come back from a day's filming, I'm tired, the last thing I expected was to come back to find an unexpected yet may I say, rather attractive intruder in my room!" He sighed, sitting down opposite me. "What's your name?" "Do I have to tell you that, I mean wouldn't it be easier if I just took my stick and went home?" I replied, staring down to my knees. This was too awkward. "Yes, I think I deserve that at the very least. After all, I am quite intrigued at your visit." "OK, ok..." I put my hands on my forehead. "My name is Elise." I wasn't divulging any more. "You see, I don't think that is correct." "What?" I frowned up at him. "Well..." he began, reaching to the side table and opening a laptop. To my horror he inserted my usb stick into the side and casually began browsing through the files. "I was pretty sure your name would be something like...'Strawberry wine'." "No, I've never heard of that one." I lied, trying to call his bluff. The colour visibly drained from my face. "That's very strange." He got up and poured himself a drink."You see, she writes some very interesting stuff. I guess if you are not the author in question I can dispose of the usb stick. That saves both of us a lot of trouble!" "No!" I half shouted, bloody hell there was months of hard work on that thing and I had no back up copies. Yes there were versions online but that was not the same as having my own hard copy. Damn my stupid idea to attach it to my keys, I should have left it in my top drawer where it belonged. He looked surprised at my outburst and sat back, obviously awaiting an explanation. "It's me...Ok it's me. I just don't really want anyone knowing about it or seeing it. It's private." "Private? Strange how you uploaded it onto four different fanfiction sites." He said, handing me a glass of wine, which I very much needed at that moment. I swigged it back, and cringed. "You know about the sites, how the hell do you know about that?" "I'm not stupid Elise; do you really think that every actor or musician has never googled their own fanfiction? It's a basic curiosity mixed with just a little ego. " "I suppose." I sighed, not really enjoying the fact that he could see all the weird and wonderful things I had thought of. "Take this one..." he began. "It's called 'All of me'. I read this one twice already, the idea is great but...I mean that would never happen, and that...Well I would never have done that. The kiss scene, in the kitchen, just ridiculous..." "Ok, ok." I butted in. "So you don't like my writing, I get it. It's fiction, it's not real, just as much as when you are portraying a role in a film. That's not real, it's whatever you make the character and that's all I've done. So don't start judging me because that's just not fair, anyway 'All of me' was written for a friend so don't you dare fuck with that one!" I got up and closed the lid on his laptop angrily. "And for your information, I thought the kiss scene was written very well actually, I worked hard on that." I pouted, crossing my arms. No matter how embarrassed I was feeling or who I was standing in front of, it was still bloody hurtful to hear criticism on your work. Either that or the wine was talking. "I beg to differ; the whole situation was very staged, so predictable and dull. You could have guessed what was going to happen from the third paragraph. If you're going to write something, at least make it interesting!" He argued back, grabbing me suddenly by my shoulders. "This, Elise is how you should have written it." Before I knew what was happening he kissed me hard on my lips, I froze for a moment, his hand on my cheek as he pulled me closer, kissing me deeper, his tongue urging inside my mouth. His other hand in my hair, gripping me tightly. When he eventually pulled away I stood open mouthed, not really understanding what had just happened. Was he pissed off at me or incredibly turned on, or maybe both I couldn't tell. He turned back to the table and picked up his phone. "What are you doing?" "I'm afraid at the end of the day you have just broken into my room twice so I am going to have to call the hotel security." "No, please, you can't do that. I'll do anything, please; Look, my husband walked out on me a few weeks ago, I'm barely surviving money wise and I struggle to pay the rent let alone afford broadband, that's why I break in here to get the code. I don't want to hurt anyone and I don't want to get into any trouble. I'll lose my job, my home, please don't! " I begged, grabbing at his arm desperately. "Anything?" He thought for a moment before replacing the receiver. "It sounds like you have a lot to lose, I appreciate that but you can't expect to carry on doing things like this and get away with it." His hand on my shoulder he looked into my eyes and added. "Maybe I should just deal with you myself. From what I know about you already it seems you might quite like that option." My lips were still tingling from his kiss but that feeling was overshadowed by the unknowing that spun around in my head. What choice did I have, this was embarrassing enough with my very private works having been picked through and scrutinised. "Ok." Was all I managed. "I hoped you might say that." He replied, a small smile forming at the corner of his mouth. Not really knowing what I was supposed to do next, I stood there for a moment awkwardly. He walked around behind me not saying a word, I jumped as his hands slid down my shoulders, around my waist and down over my hips and around the contours of my bum. A fluttering in my stomach flew straight between my legs at the same time his fingers brushed teasingly, hardly touching against the fabric of my jeans. "Lost for words all of a sudden? That's very unlike a writer." He whispered in my ears, slipping his hands in and out of my pockets. "Only checking you haven't got any concealed weapons, can't be too careful these days!" "I was borrowing the internet code, not trying to murder you!" I frowned; disappointed he had stopped touching me. "So you say..." I manoeuvred myself around so that I was as near to the door as was possible and made a bolt for it whilst he was stood back. Despite my speed he was one step ahead and with one hand grabbed my arm, in one swift move pulling me back across the room. He sat back on the sofa, pulling me roughly across his lap, my face hit against the soft leather, my hands grabbed at the edge to prise myself up and away but he held me firmly with one hand at the top of my legs to stop me kicking out, the other pressing between my shoulders. "I knew there was only one way to deal with you." He said sternly, holding me fast until I was short of breath from flailing about and stopped. There wasn't any way I was getting out of this. "Do you know what happens to very naughty girls who go breaking into hotel rooms?" I shook my head. "No, I didn't expect you would know because it's pretty obvious that no one has ever shown you the slightest amount of discipline in your entire life. So maybe it's time somebody did!" He slid his hand under my jeans and pulled them down to my knees before running his hand back up the length of my leg and up over my underwear. Thank god I wore decent sized knickers today, huge unsexy affairs, lined in lace but still were so fully covering that you could wear them as shorts. Nothing much would have been visible beneath them. The embarrassment burned through my face and I was thankful he couldn't see it. "Has anybody ever given you a spanking before Elise?" He asked eventually. "N, no" I stuttered. Oh god, he was going to spank me, the realisation flooded through me as it should have done in the first place. Call me naive but I had never ever been spanked in my entire life. Not to say I hadn't fantasised about it many times but fantasies and reality were sometimes very different places, they were for me anyway! "As I recall, it worked quite well in one of those stories, what was it...oh yes 'The Island', you know the one where you penned me as a teacher in a school of sexual perversion, in fact that is exactly where I got the idea from . So let's see if the fiction will work as well on the author." His hand lay still on my back for a moment and I was taken by surprise as the first slap hit against my ass made me squeal. After three strokes he paused for a moment. "I do think that this punishment worked better for Georgiana, ah I remember, she wasn't wearing ridiculous pants like these." He flicked the elastic against my skin before tugging them down, exposing my naked skin. "No please don't, I've learned my lesson. I'm not going to break into any more windows. I promise!" "Sorry Elise, I think you should have thought about this in the first place. I'm not finished yet." With that he bought his palm down hard against my ass, it stung more than the first time and I squealed out as he continued, each slap leaving my skin burning. "Try and keep still!" He commanded as I wriggled my legs around. As he continued, I was feeling a heat growing somewhere else, rushing between my legs, each time he spanked me my clit was rubbing against his lap below me. My squeals were becoming moans and sighs, each slap of his hand sending pleasurable sensations through me. He eventually sat back and paused for a moment, watching with amusement the way I was grinding myself against him, my body craving his touch. He made me wait for a moment, finishing his drink and I jumped in surprise as he took a single ice cube from the glass and gently smoothed it across my red skin. It melted immediately against the heat and pooled down between my ass cheeks. He slid the last part of it down between my legs and I squirmed around on his lap as the cool water took over my sensations, it was a few minutes before I realised he was no longer holding onto me and was in fact sitting back watching me intently. "Take a moment." He said finally, patting my still tender bottom as he spoke. I pulled myself back wiping the spilt mascara from my cheeks. I stood several steps away from him, looking down. He lifted my chin with a single finger and looked into my eyes. I avoided eye contact and was thankful for my floppy fringe. "Do you think that might have done the trick?" He asked eventually. When I returned his gaze I could see the desire in his eyes. "Yes." I gazed at the floor; my world in two halves of having my secret identity spread out for discussion and the fact that I still couldn't believe that this man was doing these things to me. "Good." My breathing quickened as he came around behind me, his hands on my waist, sliding up and over my chest sensually until he ripped the shirt open, buttons spilling to the floor, the cotton parting enough to let the breeze form the window chill my skin. I needed him to touch me, rip my bra off in the same fashion but he did not. "What do you think happens next to naughty girls who break into my hotel room?" He whispered into my ear. "I don't know." I squeaked, stupidest answer, damn where had my perverted imagination gone, the one that accompanied my writing. "You want this?" he asked at last, his hands over my breasts, edging his fingertips under the lace of my bra. "Oh god yes!" I breathed. He spun me around to look him in the eyes, his hand on my cheek, holding me gently yet firmly. "Go into the bedroom and wait for me there. Only wearing your underwear." He released his grip and walked towards the window, turning his back on me, one hand in his pocket, one holding his drink. Open Windows Ch. 02 What was I doing, I didn't even know where the bedroom was, he hadn't even given me those directions. There was no way I was asking. I scurried out of the door and by process of elimination found the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, buried my head in the pillow, it smelt of him, that heady fragrance that I had smelt while he was holding me tight. My pussy did back flips, I composed myself and peeled down my jeans and removed my shirt as requested. I looked down at myself, stupid knickers but at least a half decent bra. My concentration was broken as the door opened and he stepped inside the room and just stood there, watching me as he leaned against the door. It felt kind of uncomfortable for a moment and I looked down to my hands, fiddling with my nails. "Looks like you are becoming quite good at doing as you are told." He smiled. "Stand up." A simple request, I obeyed. "You really are quite beautiful." He swept my hair from my face. "You shouldn't hide behind all this." Slipping his fingers down to each of my bra straps he slid them swiftly down my arms, leaning down to gently kiss my needy nipples, taking one in his mouth softly sucking until I gave a gasp of delight. "So what do you think happens next?" "I don't know?" "Yes you do, you're the writer, you set the scene, tell the story" "And you are the actor, you play the part. " I threw back at him. He stood back for a moment. "Well done Elise, you certainly have an answer for everything." I smiled, for as moment thinking that I had the upper hand. To be honest he could play this game all night and I would be quite willing, but in the context of the situation maybe it was better to play unwilling. Either way he would have known, but that was the point, we were both creators, I created words on a page; he created a character on a screen. "So tell me Mr Firth, does that make me a bad girl?" "It most certainly does!" He groaned, my words hitting the right place. I reached out to run my hands through his soft hair, down his neck and grabbed at his shirt collar, gripping his tie and undoing it slowly. I unbuttoned every button slowly, whilst looking up at him and gently running my tongue against every inch of flesh that was revealed. Pulling the shirt from his back I tugged at his belt, his hand gently guided me down onto my knees and with shaking hands I unzipped him, my fingers slipping inside to stroke his cock up and down, my fingertips taking in every inch. His cock was already hard and I held my lips against the tip before licking a few times up and down to see the response. He gave a sigh and gripped my shoulder, holding me tight. I opened my mouth and took him deep, sucking on his cock right to the back of my throat yet each time he called out I put it teasingly back to my lips. I held his waist to stop him pushing towards me, licking the tip and sucking it between my lips, looking up at him all the time. Eventually he pulled back. "On the bed." He panted, I hopped up and scurried to the top of the bed, he followed me, crawling across the sheets, his hands on my feet, thighs and waist on the way. He ran his hands through my hair. "You are exceptionally good at that!" "Why thank you." I ran a finger down his chest. He looked at me for a moment before pushing me back, my hands above my head. I closed my eyes for a moment waiting for him to release me but instead I felt soft fabric tightening around my wrists, I looked up to see I was well and truly connected to the metal headboard by the tie I had removed from him earlier. "That's better." He looked down at me, pulling against the restraint. The more I fought against it, the more it turned him on. He turned his attention back to my nipples, biting and nipping as he sucked each one. He ran his tongue slowly down my stomach to the top of stupid pants. I gasped as he ripped them roughly from me, burying his head between my legs, his tongue teased around the edges, giving me a hint of what I wanted but not going any further. I arched my back, trying to pull him closer. "Oh god please ..." "Please what? What do you want?" "You know exactly what I want!" I didn't feel the need to spell it out to him, he knew, he knew what I needed and the dark hunger in his eyes betrayed the fact that he had plenty of ideas of what he was going to do next. He made me wait for what seemed like a lifetime before burying his tongue deep inside me, he knew how damn wet I was , he ran his tongue up over my clit, fleetingly at first, teasing moments sending pulses of arousal through my body. He stopped and looked up at me, leaning on his elbow, his hair all over the place. "How wet are you already! You dirty little bitch, is that all for me? "He slid a finger slowly inside me, I sucked my breath in, this was what I needed and he knew that. He already knew how to read my reactions just as quickly as he had read my stories. All the time not breaking eye contact with me, I could see by the way he softly bit his lip that watching me writhing with pleasure at his fingertips was turning him on no end. He did not speak a word but simply stared at me as I threw my head back and rattled the bed post as I struggled to free my hands from their torment. I wanted to touch him and I couldn't. "Untie me, please!" I breathed. "No, not quite yet," He licked his lips and placing a hand on each of my hips he dipped his head down between my legs again. That man knew exactly how to hit the spot. His expert tongue took no time in bringing my clit to its limit, the waves building inside me. He gently circled my clit with his thumb whilst I could feel myself about to explode, moaning as I could feel the wetness. It only took a few movements across my swollen clit with his magical fingers to bring me to the edge. I shrieked, pulling hard enough at my bonds to make the headboard rattle as my body shuddered and came. Delicious tingles flew up and down my body, leaving me shaking afterwards. He crawled up predatory style until he was face to face with me and kissed me, hard, deeply. I could taste myself on his tongue as he explored my mouth, his hand gripped in my hair, pulling me as close as possible. Panting, breathless we kissed; he pulled my hair so that my head flipped to the side. Pressing his face, hot and wet, close to my cheek. "I'm going to fuck you until you come just as hard as that, but all over my cock." He growled in my ear. Those words alone set me off. "Don't move." He warned as he reached up to untie my hands. I obeyed, rubbing my wrists to get the feeling back in them. He moved back on top of me, teasing me again by sliding his full length up and down the length of my pussy, it slid freely; I was so wet for him. It was not long before he couldn't wait any longer and pushed slowly inside me. "Please!" I gasped, grabbing at him and pulling him closer, anything to feel him deeper inside me. He fucked me slowly, deliberately. Slow enough that I could feel every inch move in and out. "Maybe I shouldn't have untied you!" He smirked, enjoying the power he held over my pleasure. I gave a loud gasp as he pushed deeply all the way in; he grabbed my waist as I dug my nails into his chest. He kissed and nipped playfully at my neck, whispering in my ear. "You are a dirty little girl aren't you Elise. Just how I like it!" I could feel he was close to the edge, his cock pulsing inside me. "Turn over." He said suddenly, flipping me over on to my front. I grabbed a pillow to hold underneath me and buried my face in it as I felt his cock slipping up and down between my arse cheeks. He grabbed my hips, suddenly driving himself inside me, sending me forward to bite the pillow with desire. He filled me up completely, quickening his pace until I could feel that he was about to come. I wriggled my bottom back against him, it still stung delightfully from earlier and each time he thrust against me it increased the tingly pain. In between my moans and screams of pleasure I could hear he was just as much aroused. If not by the way his hands held me so tight. I felt him tense up and grab my hair, pulling my head back roughly as he came deep inside me. That final act tripped me over the edge and I felt another orgasm pulse through me as we collapsed together on the bed. I felt sweaty, my long hair stuck to my face. He pulled me in close to him, kissing the back of my neck, his fingers idly stroking my nipples. Both of us getting our breath back, I closed my eyes; sleep overwhelming me, his arm across my waist, his thumb softly stroking the skin around my belly button. "I hear they might be changing the broadband code next week." He said softly. "Really?" I smiled, wriggling closer to him. "I'll bear that in mind."