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Jamie tested the restraints. The bathrobe belt was cinched tightly. The belt offered no slack. She squirmed on the bed letting different fantasies drift through her mind. Was Tanner coming back with a friend? Would she serve two masters tonight? The thought of a cock in her mouth and pussy at the same time made the insides of her thighs slippery. Maybe Tanner would come back with a treasure chest full of toys? Dildos and vibrators and belts and cuffs and a spreader bar. Maybe he would duct tape her to the wall and whip her. Her mind was on fire with all the different possibilities.

The one thing she didn’t let creep in was the idea that this was it. That he wasn’t coming back. That thought pushed at the perimeter of her mind but she gave it no attention. She kept her focus on the restraints. On the persistent but perfectly executed pressure they applied. But the minutes slipped on by. She could feel herself drying up, the slickness becoming tacky, irritable. She fought against the thoughts of being left behind, humiliated and alone, having to struggle her way free, having to call someone for help. She tried to revive her previous fantasies, the belts and chains, the dildos, the way he would hold her hips as that giant cock of his slammed relentlessly into her pussy–

The door to the hotel room opened and shut quickly. Jamie tensed. Was it Tanner? Or did some random patron just walk in? Then she heard his voice say, “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, pet.”

Jamie’s body immediately relaxed. She felt the familiar touch of his fingers as they ran from her ankle up to her right buttock and squeezed. There was a tug at her legs and the belt came loose. Next the bathrobe belt came undone. Free from her restraints, Jamie hesitated to push herself up. Tanner must have sensed this. He grabbed her by the bicep, his large hands wrapping around her slim arm. He pulled her into a sitting position and turned her to face him.

As Tanner removed his jacket, Jamie could see the outline of his erection underneath his slacks, that massive cock pressing against the fabric, begging to be released. She wanted to reach out and grab it, to hold it in her mouth and feel it slide down her throat. She licked her lips. Tanner smirked, adjusted himself, then turned. He hoisted a duffel bag up from the floor and set it down on the bed. His fingers, though powerful, were nimble and made quick work of the zipper. He began pulling out toy after toy.

Blindfolds, shackles, restraints, ropes, collars, gags, riding crops, floggers, a thick leather paddle, a pair of dildos that were smaller than he was and a vibrator. It seemed like there was more in the duffel, but he laid these specific items out on one side of the bed and set the bag aside. Jamie eyed them with wonder. Back home, in her tiny apartment, she’d amassed exactly one dildo that doubled as a vibrator. What was presented to her were things she’d only seen in videos in the darker corners of Reddit.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I hope you’re ready to have some fun.” Tanner picked up the riding crop and began tapping it against his open palm.

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready.” Jamie felt arousal take hold once more. The kind of primal need to obey and submit.

Tanner smacked the riding crop against the bed. “Get on all fours facing me. Now.”

Jamie did as she was told without a word. When she looked up she saw that her mouth was level with Tanner’s crotch. He reached down and adjusted his cock again.

“I’m sure you’ve wanted to suck this since I sent you those pictures, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re a little cockwhore, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Tanner unzipped his pants and undid the button holding them together. They fell to reveal a pair of tight boxer-briefs that hugged his member so well that Jamie could make out the veins. Instinct took hold and she reached out to grab it. Tanner was quick with the riding crop, planting a smack on the center of the back of her hand. Jamie pulled her hand back. She looked up at Tanner and his only response was to wag his finger back and forth. She put both hands on the bed and waited eagerly for what was to come.

“You don’t get to touch it without permission, got it you sniveling whore?” Tanner took her cheeks in his hand, pressing roughly to force a pair of puckered lips.

“Yes, Sir.” The words were muddled as they came out. Jamie tried to convey her obedience with her eyes more than her mouth.

“Good girl.” Tanner took a step back and hooked his thumbs into the elastic band of his underwear. He pulled them down quickly, dropping them to the floor and kicking them away.

Jamie’s eyes widened. The pictures didn’t do it justice. Hanging before her was the biggest cock she’d ever seen in real life. A full nine inches, perfectly erect, like it’d been sculpted from marble. Her mouth instantly filled with saliva. She wanted to grab it, to lick it and rub it against her pussy and fuck it and suck it. She wanted it in every hole in body. Tanner stood before her, Adonis made flesh, his rippling torso giving way to powerful hips supporting the cock of her dreams. His thighs were impressively muscled. Jamie’s eyes followed the lines of his body down to his feet, admiring every inch of the man before her.

“Please, Sir. May I taste it?” Jamie’s lips quivered. Tanner took a step forward. Jamie kept her hands on the bed, obedient and willing. She reached out with her tongue and the very tip caught the faintest lick of the end of Tanner’s cock. The taste enveloped her tongue. Her body went weak.

Until the riding crop came down hard on her left buttock. Jamie winced and looked up at Tanner.

“I didn’t say you could get a taste yet, bitch.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled her onto her back. Stepping forward, Tanner positioned himself overtop Jamie’s face, letting his testicles swing half an inch from her mouth. He brought the riding crop down again, not as hard as before, but firm. This time the target was her clit. The strike landed with precision. Jamie let out a yelp and closed her legs.

“No!” Tanner barked as he pressed his hands on her knees, forcing her legs open. He delivered another smack. Then another. Then three more. In a low voice, he said, “You do what I say, got it?” Tanner’s voice was low.

“Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”

"Did I say you could touch my cock? Lick it?" Another swift thwack from the riding crop. Tanner’s aim was impeccable. His use of pressure ensured a quick sting but it faded quickly, letting Jamie's mind absorb more than just the pain.

She shook her head as best she could. Her cheeks touched against the inside of Tanner’s thighs. They felt like concrete wrapped in velvet. She finally said, "No, Sir. You did not. I'm sorry, Sir. Let me make it up to you."

THWACK!

"Please, Sir. Let me make it up to you."

THWACK!

"Please! Sir! Let me make it up to you!"

Tanner stepped back and snapped his fingers, making a rolling motion with his hand. Jamie understood the cue and rolled onto her stomach, then propped herself up on all fours again. When she bought her head up she was once again faced with that monster of a cock. She stared at it, eyes gleaming, wondering what it would feel like to have it push deep inside of her. Tanner put his hand on the back of her head and began inching forward.

“Open your mouth you filthy fucking whore.” His voice was low, gravelly.

Jamie did as she was told. As Tanner’s cock passed over her tongue she kept her jaw wide so that her teeth weren’t present. He pushed three inches into her mouth before meeting the back of her throat. Jamie gagged but Tanner didn’t pause. He kept pushing until five inches had gone in. He pulled back a few then resumed pushing. Jamie huffed air through her nose, fighting the urge to gag. She’d never been with a man this big before. She’d only ever tested her gag reflex herself. Until now she thought she’d be able to take it all but there was a spark of worry dancing around in the back of her mind. What if she choked? What if she couldn’t breathe? What if she passed out? She felt tears welling up in her eyes, watching Tanner’s pelvis get closer and closer until her nose met his skin. He held himself there, enjoying the warmth of her throat. Jamie counted in her mind, one…two…, she thought about how much she wanted to please him, three…four…, about how she only wanted Tanner to be impressed with how much of a whore she was, five…six…, but it was too much. She began tapping at his thigh.

Tanner pulled out, stringy saliva still connecting the head of his dick to Jamie’s lips. She gasped for air, dagging in several deep breaths. Tanner crouched down and tipped her head up by the chin.

“I’m proud of you for doing that. I could tell it wasn't easy.” He planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. “We’re going to keep practicing until I can facefuck you, okay?”

Jamie smiled proudly up at Tanner. A tear rolled gently down her cheek. He took his thumb and brushed it away. The feel of his skin on hers made Jamie’s body fill with passion. She could only wonder what else Tanner had in store for her.

To Be Continued…