Money Shot (87 page)

He moans and lets his head fall back into his neck, enjoying my hand around his cock. 

“Suck on it,” he hisses without looking at me. 

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe.

I lean forward, bending over to take him between my lips. The gesture is accompanied by a loud moan from him. He slightly pushes his hips upwards, edging me on to take him in deeper. But I don’t do him that favor just yet.

Instead, my tongue circles around his tip, teasing his most sensitive area on the lower side of his glans. It drives him mad. I notice his hands twitching next to me. He wants to push me down, he is desperate for it.

I increase the speed and intensity of my motions, licking and teasing his glans from all sides. I moans as I gently wrap my lips around his tip again, licking of more precum and gently sucking on him.

“Oh for God’s sake!” He exclaims, not willing to wait any longer.

He grabs the hair at the back of my head and slightly pulls me up before he pushes me down with one brute shove. All the way down. I remember to inhale just in time, but still choke on his massive length as he brutally hits the back of my throat. 

He forces me to stay there for a while until I start gagging and coughing. Saliva is running down at the sides of my mouth as he suddenly pulls me back up again, triumphantly smiling at me.

Just as I return the smile, he pushes me back down, repeating what he has done before. He throat fucks me for a while, pushing himself down my throat as far as possible, quickly alternating between pulling me up and pushing me down on him. 

Tears and saliva and gracing my face as he pulls me up one last time, still grabbing me by the hair.

He leans forward and plants a little kiss on my right cheek.

“We’re almost there, baby girl,” he whispers. “Time to finish the job.”

He lets go of my hair and I instantly lean forward, taking him in again. I am glad he lets me finish him off on my own account.

His beautiful member is rock hard and the epitome of an almost porn like erection. I worship him as good as I can, moaning with relish as I take him in, using my tongue to tease his glans.

I knew he was close. Yet, I gasp in surprise as he suddenly grabs me by the back of my head again, pushing his entire length into my throat as he climaxes. Hard. I cough and spit and he fills my throat with cum—and I love every moment of it.

He sighs as his orgasm dies down. I can feel him relax beneath me. He removes his hand from the back of my head and I straighten myself up. Smiling at him with saliva and cum running down at the sides of my mouth.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes. “You’re a great little cock sucker!”

“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper

Chapter Five

The car comes to a stop just a few minutes after I finished Mr. Cooper off. We spend the rest of the drive sitting closely together. He poured me another glass of champagne and put his arm around me as I nipped on it.

He may be relaxed for the moment—but I am still aroused as hell. And it only gets worse due to the fact that I am not wearing any panties below my rather short dress.

The door of the limousine gets opened for us shortly after we come to a halt. He gets out before me and offers me his hand to help me out.

“Woah!” I exclaim as I realize where we are. 

We must have been in the car for more than an hour and actually left the city to stop at one of the most beautiful five stars resorts in this area. I knew about its existence, but of course I never imagined myself to ever stay here. At least not in the near future.

Mr. Cooper smiles at me as he offers his arm to lead me inside.

“You like it?” He wants to know.

“Amazing!” I reply. “You booked a room for us
here
?”

He laughs. “All night, if you want to, little girl.”

“Damn,” I blurt out. “This place is expensive!”

He pets my hand. “You shouldn’t worry about that.”

One night here probably costs more than I pay for an entire month at my apartment. I always knew that Mr. Cooper was rich—but that rich?

“I am so lucky,” I whisper as we stroll through the reception area. I feel more than awkward to walk down the halls of such an exquisite hotel with my privates exposed, even if no one can see it below my dress.

To my surprise, he heads right for the elevators.

“Don’t we have to check in?” I wonder as he already pushes the button.

“All taken care of,” he says, smiling at me from the side.

The elevator takes us to the uppermost floor. The hallway that greets us is surprisingly small, but very nice. It is lit up in soft, welcoming light. The walls and floor are completely white, but decorated very tasteful with art, colorful paintings that each have their own little spotlight. It is almost like walking down a tiny gallery.

He turns to the left, keeping me close by his side as we approach a single door at the end of the corridor.

“Now,” he says, turning around to me as we stop in front of the door. “I want you to immediately undress when we enter the room. Everything except the stockings. Understand?”

I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

“You will undress and place your clothes close to the door. You won’t need them as long as we are in there,” he adds. “And then you will get on all fours—awaiting my commands. Understand?”

I smile up at him with excitement. “Yes, Sir!”

He plants a little kiss on my lips and nods. “Alright then.”

With that he opens the door and beckons me to enter before him.

I enter the most beautiful—and by far biggest—hotel room I have ever been to in my entire life. It is not actually a room, but a suite, just as he mentioned earlier. We are standing in the entrance area of the living room that is directly connected to the bedroom by an open archway. I take a few steps inside to have a peak at it.

Just as the hallways, the colors of the wall and ceiling are kept in a simple white, while decorations and furniture add color to the place. The few pieces of furniture I see are all kept in the same dark brown and the floor length curtains are kept in a bright red just as some of the pillows in the otherwise white bed.

“What have I asked you to do?” He warns as I continue to wander of and stare at the rooms instead of doing what has told me before. 

I flinch and turn around to him. “Oh, sorry!” 

He shakes his head and passes me to approach a door next to the archway.

“You know what I expect when I get back out here,” he warns before he opens the door and disappears into the bathroom. 

I hastily peel myself out of my dress and bra and place my shoes and my purse next to the little pile that I put close to the door on a little chair, now completely naked except for the stockings, just as he has asked.

I hesitate for a moment. There is water running in the bathroom. He is probably freshening up and won’t show up any moment now. Good, that leaves me a few moments to do the same. I pick up my purse and fetch a wet wipe from it to quickly clean myself as well. It has not been long since I took a shower and got ready for this date, but I still feel a lot better after giving myself a cat lick.

Luckily, there is a big mirror next to the door as well that allows me to check up on my hair and make-up as well. Not surprisingly, I look quite ravaged already, but not as bad as I expect.

The water stops running in the bathroom and I instantly fall down on my knees, positioning myself on all fours as he has asked me to.

Just a few moments pass before the bathroom door opens and he reenters the room.

“Good girl,” he praises as he approaches me.

I look up at him. He has gotten undressed himself, only wearing black boxer briefs.

And he is carrying a black leather belt in his right hand.

“Face down!” He hisses. “On the floor. Ass up!”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe and quickly obey his command, pushing my face down on the carpet beneath me while hollowing my back to push my ass up as good as possible.

“Very pretty,” he assesses.

Just a moment later, I can feel the leather belt on my behind. He is gently draping it along my spine, starting between my ass cheeks and working his way to my neck. 

My breathing accelerates as my body prepares for the pain that I know is to come. And it does. Two sharp strokes cut into the flesh on my behind a lot sooner than I expected them to happen.

I gasp and flinch, but don’t make a sound.

“Spilling champagne on my leather seats, huh?” He whispers. “You didn’t think I would forget about that, did you?”

“No, Sir.”

The belts hits my skin again, placed at a slightly different location on my behind, each one respectively setting my ass cheeks on fire. Pain, sweet, fiery and delicious pain is running through my body.

“And the forgetting my orders as soon as you enter the room,” he adds.

Only for a moment
, I want to protest. But instead I face myself for another round of strikes on my back. Short as they are, only two blows following closely to each other—it still burns like hell.

And this time I receive four, each one stronger than the one before. I cannot keep quiet anymore and eventually find myself screaming at the top of my lungs with the last one.

“Fuck... ” I breathe as it is finally over. I am panting and sweating. Freshening myself up was a waste of time, I should have known that.

“Good girl,” he whispers as he leans down to gently caress the burning skin on my behind with his hand. “You did very good.”

I moan at the soft touch of his hand. This is why I love it so much. The sweet sensation of after pain, glowing skin that yelps beneath even the slightest touch of a man’s hand.

“Head up,” he commands.

“Yes, Sir,” I breath.

I lift my head and look up at him. He grants me with a loving gaze as he places the belt around my neck, pulling it through the buckle so it closes around me.

 ”Follow me,” he says as he straightens up and turns around, holding the end of the belt like a leash to pull me behind him.

He walks surprisingly fast, making it hard for me to follow him without stumbling on all fours.

We pass through the archway into the bedroom.

“On the bed,” he commands. “On all fours.”