Jamie Holstad could only wonder how she got here. She sat at the end of the bed, her panties flung over the lamp in the corner. The bra she’d worn was shredded, bits scattered about the floor but most was in the garbage can. He said she wouldn’t need one ever again. She could see her reflection in the mirror. Knotted auburn hair. Mascara running down her cheeks. Lipstick faded and smeared. She shifted on the mattress and felt a twinge, a combination of her asshole and pussy throbbing. The red marks on her wrists were getting brighter. She tasted cum.

It was the first time in many years that Jamie Stroud felt alive. Her body was used, her mind felt empty, and ecstasy was still running through her veins. What a night! She thought to herself, falling back. Her fingers brushed a pair of handcuffs. She picked them up, eyeing them. The smudges from oily fingers decorated the finish. They had kept her hands behind her back while he fucked her mercilessly from behind. That memory made her holes pulse. Her hand drifted down her stomach and found her clit. Flashbacks from the evening prior flooded her memory…

They’d met online. His name was Tanner and he worked in finance. Jamie didn’t really care about that though. He’d sent pictures, enticing pictures, and that’s all that mattered to her. If he was half the man he’d made himself to be in text, then he would definitely fit the bill. When the decision was made to meet in person, she picked a discreet hotel that had a bar and a restaurant, a place where they could mingle and chat, build up some steam. Jamie wore a tasteful black dress that showed enough cleavage to entice but not enough to draw the eyes of every man in the room. He wanted her to be his. Tanner was possessive like that.

They agreed to meet at seven. She arrived an hour early and checked into her room. The excitement of the situation rippled through her, made her nipples hard and her pussy wet. She couldn’t help herself, laying down on the bed, hiking up her dress, and rubbing her clit vigorously until an orgasm overtook her body. She’d always been a shaker. She only hoped that it wouldn’t be the only time she came that night.

Seven o’clock drew near. She cleaned herself, touched up her makeup, then went down to wait by the bar. They’d exchanged face pictures. She knew she was looking for an attractive older man with a clean shave and a dimple in his right cheek. He had icy blue eyes and a strong jaw, the kind she longed to sit on. Her phone vibrated, a silent alarm letting her know that it was time. Every few seconds her eyes would glance over at the entrance.

Jamie ordered a glass of red wine to help calm her nerves. She drank in large gulps, drowning the knot of anxiousness that was growing in her stomach. That mix of nervous excitement and fear wrapped around her ribcage. Then, at seven-fifteen, Tanner entered the bar looking as dashing as she’d hoped. He spotted her immediately and made a quick beeline. He offered his hand to shake but she stood up and gave him a hug. When their bodies pressed together there was instant electricity.

They stayed by the bar for a few minutes while the bartender fixed Tanner a whiskey sour, then took their drinks to a table in a less crowded section of the restaurant. Tanner asked if she was hungry, but Jamie politely declined. She remembered eating lunch, but knowing what was coming drove down her appetite. She was hungry for something else.

Forty-five minutes of polite conversation passed. She found out that Tanner was born in Oklahoma but moved to Florida when he was a teenager. He went to college to become a history teacher but switched to finance because he wanted to provide for a family some day. His favorite sports team was the Jacksonville Jaguars and he adored The Blues Brothers. The server came by with the check and Jamie found herself in a position of pride. The waitress’s eyes lingered on Tanner’s features, the way his hair fell perfectly, the innocence in his smile. He paid. She held up the keycard to the hotel room upstairs.

They had to wait in the elevator bank almost five minutes so they could ride up to the ninth floor by themselves. This was at Tanner’s request. The moment the door closed he scooped her into his arms and began planting heavy, wet kisses on her cheeks, lips, and neck. Jamie giggled, her hand drifting down and finding something engorged behind his slacks. Tanner let out a grunt when she squeezed his cock, his kisses becoming stronger. He pinned her up against the wall of the elevator and pulled one of her legs up. The black dress tore.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Tanner held the fabric in his hand.

“I’m not wearing anything I’m going to miss. Feel free to rip it right off of me.” Jamie smiled playfully.

He leaned in for a kiss but the elevator bell sounded and the doors slid open. They returned to modesty just as an elderly couple appeared behind the door. Tanner and Jamie flashed innocent smiles, but the steam marks on the mirrored elevator walls told a different story.

Jamie led the way to her room. She popped the door open with the keycard and they both stepped inside.

“Remind me of your limits?” Tanner said, undoing the top button of his shirt before the jacket came off.

“I don’t have any, not really.”

“Good. That’s less that I have to convince you of.” Tanner threw off his jacket and continued undoing his shirt. Each button revealed more of his sculpted body. Jamie wasn’t looking for anything specific when she’d made her post. But when Tanner’s shirt came off she knew she’d gotten lucky. Large pecs, broad shoulders rippling with muscle, a taut abdomen and hip dips that ran down to what she knew to be a powerful member.

Jamie started taking off her dress but Tanner stopped her, saying, “Stay right there.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, and when he returned he was holding one of the belts that would tie a robe together. He ran it through his fingers a few times before draping it over his shoulder. The playful smirk his lips formed pushed his cheek just right so that his dimple was visible.

“You’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.” He pressed his body against Jamie’s, one hand landing on the small of her back and the other caressing her cheek.

Jamie reached up to put her hands on his cheek but he caught her wrists, spun her around, then began tying them behind her back. She felt the soft cotton belt wrap tightly. Jamie wiggled her fingers. The knot was tied perfectly. She could barely move her arms but the blood flow was unimpeded. Tanner reached his powerful arms around her waist and hoisted her in the air, carrying her over to the full length mirror on the wall near the closet.

They looked picturesque together. In the mirror Jamie could appreciate Tanner’s height. He stood six-feet-three-inches. She just barely made five-five. The size difference turned her on. Tanner’s hands began exploring her defenseless body. Finger groped her pussy, her ass, ran across her stomach, fondled her breasts and nipples.

“Tonight you belong to me,” His voice was low in her ear. She felt her body tense. His hands twisted the collar of the dress up and with a violent tug he managed to rip it open, exposing her body. “I hope you’re ready.”

To Be Continued…