When her flight from Seattle landed in Salt Lake City, Aryana instinctively knew her connecting flight to Minneapolis was almost certainly out of the question. Looking out from her window seat, she couldn’t see the runway. 

Sure enough, the calm and polite woman at the Delta counter told her that a flight to Minneapolis was out of the question until tomorrow afternoon, perhaps longer. She had no idea what to do. Should she get a hotel room? Wait at the airport? 

She texted her mom: “Stuck in Salt Lake until at least tomorrow, maybe even longer … ugh.” 

Her mom responded with the thumbs down emoji and a brief message: “Glad you’re safe. Nothing you can do. Try to relax.” 

At least there was nothing that could spoil how much fun she’d had in Seattle. She’d been there for a national dance contest and things had gone better than she’d hoped. 

Back in her small hometown about four hours north of Minneapolis, in lakes country, Aryana ran a dance studio. She’d been a dancer and cheerleader in high school and now took great joy in teaching kids. 

In Seattle, five of her girls had won individual awards and the team itself had placed third in its category. Aryana was still glowing from the team celebration around the hotel pool. The girls and their parents were already back in Minneapolis, having flown out a few hours before Aryana. They were already on the road back home to their little northern Minnesota town. 

Unsure what to do, Aryana headed into the nearest hotel bar and took the only seat available. Even before sitting down, she noticed the man who would be sitting to her right. 

He was much older and clearly professional. He was well dressed and confident. She guessed he was about six feet tall and in great shape. 

His sandy brown hair and blue eyes were in contrast to Aryana’s dark brown hair and light brown eyes. 

Aryana was single though nobody, least of all her, could figure out why. In addition to her brown hair and eyes, her dark olive skin was made even darker thanks to summer afternoons spent on the boat. She was five-eight and years of dancing had turned her body into a work of art. She had a round, firm ass and a flat tummy she loved showing off. Her perky, well-proportioned breasts, hovered between a B and a C. 

She was, by any fair measure, beautiful. In a sea of blue eyed and blonde-haired Scandinavians, she stood out like a Mediterranean thumb. 

“You’re the darkest white girl in Minnesota,” her mom often teasingly told her. 

Plopping down on the stool next to the intriguing man, Aryana let out a sigh.

“Welcome to every traveler's nightmare,” the man said.

He had a warm smile and a deep voice that Aryana was instantly drawn to. 

“I haven’t flown a lot,” she said to him. “This has never happened to me before.” 

“All you can do is wait and enjoy a good drink … or ten,” the man said with a laugh. “Where are you headed?” 

“Minneapolis,” she said. 

“Is that right?” the man replied. “That’s where I’m headed. I live in Saint Paul. I’m Alex, by the way.” 

She smiled, “I’m Aryana. I don’t live in Minneapolis, I’m from up north, about four hours or three and a half if you drive fast.” 

“Yeah?” Alex said, “where?” 

“Runner,” she replied. “On Sucker Lake.” 

“Get out of here, my family has a cabin on Sucker,” Alex said. 

“That’s crazy!” Aryana replied, already feeling comfortable around Alex. 

“Buy you a drink?” he asked her. 

“Pinot Grigio?” she said. 

“You got it,” Alex replied, signaling the bartender. 

After a second glass, Aryana was beginning to feel overwhelmed by this charming older man. He was an attorney who traveled frequently for work. Clearly, he was highly educated and highly successful, two attributes she found sexy. 

Though she was enjoying Alex’s attention, she knew she had to figure out where to stay for the night, preferably nearby given that she’d never been to Salt Lake City and the weather was still whiteout. 

“I should probably get back to the Delta counter to see if they can book me on a flight and maybe help me figure out how to get a hotel room,” Aryana said. 

“Why don’t you let me take care of it?” he said. 

“What do you mean?” Aryana said. 

“What’s your last name?” he asked.

She told him. 

With that, Alex picked up his phone and hit a number in his contacts. She could hear the voice on the other end say, “Hello Mr. Miller!” 

“Hello there, I’m stuck in Salt Lake City, can you get me on the next flight to Minneapolis?” 

“Of course, Mr. Miller,” the voice said. “I can get you on the 4:50 p.m. flight tomorrow. Given the forecast, that one will probably be canceled too, though let’s take it one flight at a time.”

“Good idea,” Alex said. “Can you do one more thing for me? I’m with my friend Aryana Walker and I’d like you to book her on that same flight.”

“Of course, Mr. Miller “I see Ms. Walker had a standard ticket for the same flight you were supposed to be on this afternoon. Would you like me to upgrade her to first class, seated next to you?” 

“Absolutely,” Alex said. 

Aryana couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The coolness, the confidence, the sense of command. It was remarkably sexy. 

“Those tickets are booked, Mr. Miller, you’ll receive an email shortly,” the voice said. “Shall I book you a room at the Hyatt? It’s the closest to the airport and won’t be hard to get to even in this weather.” 

“Please,” Alex said. 

“That’s done,” the voice said. “Can I do anything else for you, Mr. Miller?”

 “I think that’s all for now,” Alex said. 

“Excellent, thank you for being a member of Delta 360°,” the voice said. 

Alex put his phone down. “Well, that’s the flight taken care of.” 

Aryana was overwhelmed with both gratitude and desire. Watching and listening to Alex deal with the airline was hot, she couldn’t deny it. He was clearly an important man. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Alex said. “There’s a great restaurant near here and I want to buy you dinner.” 

Aryana didn’t object. 

They enjoyed an incredible meal and more wine. Aryana wasn’t drunk but was enjoying the calm, relaxed feeling that wine always gave her. Her attraction to Alex had only grown. She noticed the shape of his cock through his pants and frequently reached out to gently touch his hand or arm when he said something funny or charming. 

After the server had left with his credit card, Alex turned to Aryana and said, “Are you a good girl?” 

Unsure what to say, Aryana said, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re going to spend the night with me at my hotel, and I want to know how obedient you are,” Alex said. 

Aryana had never been a submissive in her personal life, though she was certainly aware of what it was. 

“I don’t know what to say,” she said, finally. 

Alex put a hand on Aryana’s thigh and leaned toward her ear. “You don’t need to say anything, just submit yourself to me, let me take care of everything.” 

The server brought Alex’s card back and he signed the check and turned to Aryana and stared at her. 

Breaking the silence she said, “I’m a good girl.”

“As soon as we get to the room and the door closes, you belong to me.” Alex said. “Do you understand?” 

Aryana nodded yes. 

“You’ll be choked and spanked,” Alex said. “You’ll have your hair pulled. You’ll be throat fucked. Will you obey?” 

Aryana’s pussy was on fire. “Yes,” she whispered. 

“Look at me, do you consent to being completely dominated?” he asked.

Aryana looked into his eyes and mouthed the word yes.

Alex took her by the hand, and they left the restaurant. In just a few minutes, they were walking into Alex’s hotel room. 

As soon as the door closed, he grabbed Aryana by the hair and pulled her head back and growled into her ear, “Who owns you?” 

“You do,” Aryana said, feeling weak in the knees. 

“Stand here and don’t move,” Alex said. He then got on the bed. “Turn and face me.” 

Aryana did.

“Shirt off, now,” he told her, and the shirt came off, revealing a red lace bra. 

“Take your jeans off,” Alex said. Aryana took them off. She was wearing a black thong. 

Rather than being embarrassed, taking orders was turning her on more than anything ever had. 

“Bra,” he said. 

Aryana took her bra off, allowing him to see her hard nipples. 

“Thong,” Alex said. 

Aryana took her thong off and let it fall to the floor. 

“Lie down on your back and spread your legs so I can see your pussy,” Alex said. 

Aryana got on her back, spread her legs, and opened her waxed pussy with her fingers, showing it to Alex. 

“Rub your clit,” Alex ordered. 

Rubbing her clit was driving Aryana crazy. She couldn’t believe how wet she was. 

“Crawl to me,” Alex said. 

Aryana crawled over to the bed and looked up at him with eager, expectant eyes. 

“Are you ready to suck some cock?” he asked her. 

“Yes,” she said. 

Alex slapped her, hard enough to make his point but not hard enough to cause lasting pain. “Yes, what?” he said. 

“Yes, daddy,” she said. 

Alex told Ayrana to get on her knees and he stood up, took his pants off and revealed his long, thick cock. 

“Suck that cock,” he told her. 

She wasted no time, wrapping her lips around the head and then slowly taking more in. She was an experienced cock sucker but had never tried to swallow anything nearly as big as Alex’s cock. 

As she flicked her tongue over the head of Alex’s cock, she felt him put his hand on the back of her head, holding her in place. 

“I’m going to make you my whore,” Alex said, and then thrust his cock deeper into her mouth, sending the head and part of the shaft down her throat. 

She gagged and choked and spluttered. Her eyes watered. Andy kept thrusting, face fucking her. 

“I’m going to stretch your hot little throat out,” he said. 

Aryana had never been throat fucked before and the pure submission of the act was turning her on. 

Alex took his cock out of her and rubbed it all over her face, coating it in her spit and his precum. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of a hard cock against her face. As he rubbed his cock on her, Andy put a hand around Aryana’s throat. 

The sensation of having her air cut off, of being totally submissive to someone else’s command and desires, was exhilarating. 

Alex released his grip on her throat and slapped her again. “Put this cock back in your pretty mouth and get ready to swallow my cum.” 

She wrapped her lips around Alex’s cock and went to work. “I want to taste your cum, daddy,” she said. She could feel his cock tearing at her throat and could feel tears streaming down her face. 

As she did her job, Alex grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples. “These tits are my property now,” he said. 

“Yes, all yours,” she replied. 

Suddenly, Alex grabbed her head and gripped it firmly. He let out a contented groan and began shooting hot, thick cum into Aryana’s mouth. 

“Don’t swallow it yet, keep it in your mouth,” Alex told her. 

Doing as she was told by her new master, she took all of his cum in her mouth and avoided swallowing any of it. It was more cum than anyone had ever given her. 

Alex took his cock out and said, “Open your mouth and show me my cum.” 

She did, revealing a huge mouthful of cum.

“Swish it around,” Alex commanded. 

Aryana closed her mouth and began swishing his cum around like it was mouthwash. 

“Open your mouth again,” he said. 

She opened her mouth wide and could tell he enjoyed seeing his cum all over her tongue and teeth and gums. 

“Swallow,” he said. 

Aryana moaned softly and finally swallowed Alex’s load. Using her tongue, she cleaned his cum off her teeth. 

Alex wrapped his hand back around her throat and brought her gaze up to his. “Does my good girl need her pussy licked?” 

“So badly,” Aryana replied. 

“What are you?” he asked her. 

“I’m your whore,” she said. 

“That’s a good obedient little slut,” Alex said. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.” 

She moved quickly and was soon on all fours on the bed, her face flat on a pillow so that her ass was pointed nearly straight into the air. 

“Look at this perfect ass,” Alex said. “You really are a dancer, aren’t you?”

He brought a hand down onto her right ass cheek, hard. Aryana yelped and jumped. “Don’t move, little girl.”

His command sent a surge of lust through her entire body. He spent the next few minutes spanking her hard enough that the sound reverberated off the walls. 

Each spank made Aryana feel like her pussy was getting wetter and wetter and she screamed into the pillow before finally whispering, “Please daddy.” 

“What does my good girl need?” Alex said. 

“I need my pussy licked,” she replied. 

“Beg,” Alex said. 

“Please daddy, please put your tongue on my pussy. I’m your whore and I’ll do anything for it.” 

With Aryana still on her hands and knees, Alex positioned his face between her hard dancer’s thighs. 

“Your pussy smells so good,” he said.

He then ran his tongue, slowly and deliberately, up her slit. 

Aryana let out a long, low moan. She’d never had oral like this. It was like Alex’s tongue knew exactly the speed she needed and knew exactly where to touch. Her body began to shake involuntarily. She knew her pussy had never been this wet. 

Alex spread her steaming cunt open and began using his tongue to explore its depths. His slurping and lapping noises and soft groans of pleasure were driving her wild. As he licked, he began teasing her asshole with a fingertip, something she’d never experienced before. It only enhanced her pleasure. 

Without warning, Alex took his tongue off her pussy and placed it against her asshole. As he began eating her ass, he plunged two fingers into her pussy. His tongue worked itself into her asshole as his fingers stretched her wet, welcoming pussy. 

“FUCK DADDY,” Aryana screamed. 

Her reaction only spurred him on. He licked her asshole and swirled his tongue around it as her pussy convulsed against his fingers. 

Finally, she couldn’t contain herself anymore. She surrendered and exploded into the deepest and most overwhelming orgasm she’d ever had. 

Alex kept licking her asshole until her orgasm fully subsided. He then smacked her ass again and said, “Roll over onto your back.” 

Once she was on her back, he got down next to her and wrapped his hand back around her throat. “Look at me,” he said, and she immediately locked eyes with him. 

“This isn’t going to be a one-time thing, do you understand me?” he said. “You’re my property now. Once we’re home, I’m going to continue enjoying your body whenever I want.”

She bit her lip and nodded. “I want to be your good girl. I want to keep submitting to you.” 

Alex smiled, “I know you do. My previous sub had to move to New York for a job and I’ve been looking for a new one. And I guess I found her in the Salt Lake City airport.” 

“Yes, daddy,” Aryana replied. 

“Your pussy tasted very nice,” Alex said. “Now I think I need to know what that hot little cunt feels like on my cock.” 

“I’m ready, it’s all yours,” she said. 

Alex got between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit. She loved the feeling, the sensation. He then plunged his cock into her with one hard thrust and she let out a surprised half scream. 

Before she could even process things, he was plunging in and out of her. She’d never even imagined getting fucked by a cock this size before. Each time Alex thrust, it seemed to open her more. She was hungry for hard cock … greedy for it. 

“When are you going to give me this pussy?” Alex asked. 

“Whenever you want it, daddy,” she replied. 

“Will you ever say no to me?” Alex asked. 

“Never daddy,” she said. “Never.”

In one motion, Alex grabbed her and moved her up and over, sliding himself under her. “Ride it,” he commanded. 

Aryana nearly lost her mind. She rode hard and deep. It was like she was on the mechanical bull at the rundown little bar back home. Her fit dancer's body meant she could get into any position and that her energy level was endless. 

She lifted her body so that the head of Alex’s cock almost slipped out, before dropping her body weight down, allowing his cock to hammer back home. As she bounced on his cock, he began rubbing her clit. 

Fresh waves of ecstasy rolled through her body. She was so overwhelmed that she stopped fucking Alex’s cock, luckily, he immediately took over, bucking his hips to pound his cock in and out of her receptive wetness while still working her clit. 

Soon, she hit her limit and exploded into orgasm. She could feel fluid rush from her pussy, knowing that the liquid was dripping out onto Alex’s body. As her breathing normalized, Alex gripped her hips and threw her down onto the bed. 

“Now it’s time for daddy to get what he wants,” he said. Taking her by the throat, he maneuvered her back onto her hands and knees. Wasting no time, he plunged his cock into Aryana’s still wet pussy. 

“Oh my God,” she groaned. 

Alex began pounding his cock in and out of her. She’d never been fucked so roughly. Each thrust shoved her forward on the bed, until the top of her head was pressed firmly against the headboard. 

As he fucked her, Alex worked an index finger into Aryana’s asshole. The double pleasure brought her to another level of ecstasy. She could feel her pussy tighten against Alex’s thick cock. 

With his other hand, Alex reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Aryana’s thick brown hair and jerked her head back. “This is the sweetest little slut pussy I’ve ever had and now it’s all mine,” he said. 

With a cock in her pussy, a finger in her ass, and her head pulled back by the hair, Aryana gave up all control. Just a few hours ago, she’d never contemplated a dom-sub romance and now here she was. In mere hours, she’d already surrendered her body and mind to Alex, her new dom. 

It was as if, in that moment, Alex knew she’d surrendered to him, because he gave one final hard thrust and began groaning as his balls released shot after shot of cum into Aryana’s glorious pussy. He stayed behind her for several seconds and then pulled out and got on his back. 

“Clean my cock like a good girl,” he said. 

Aryana obeyed immediately. 

As she licked her pussy juice off Alex’s cock, she heard his phone vibrate on the bedside table. 

“Keep cleaning,” he said, reaching for his phone. “All flights tomorrow are canceled. We have another day to work on your training.” 

“I like that daddy,” Aryana said. “I want you to train me to be the perfect obedient girl for you.”