Chasing Lacy Final Chapter
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You're here. It still hasn't sunk in fully for me. I'm in a half daze. We are in your car. You ask the driver to stop at the mall, give me cash and tell me to go buy myself a pantie and bra. The lacy, the better you say. I ask, "Why"
"Do I have to tell why behind whatever I tell you to do now? Is that it?" was how you get back to me. I wince, shut up. You're pissed off, and I don't like you angry. I don't like making you angry but I have. It was my fault.
I go inside the mall, search through the shops and get them. We start to the place you are staying in. And you ask the driver to stop some 600 meters before the place. You take the bag from me. Take the pantie and bra out of their packs, and hand them pieces to me. You take my purse, and my cellphone. I have nothing but the inner garments in my hand.
"Get down here, and walk to the hotel. Ask for my room in the front desk even though you know, wait for her to look me up and tell you. And then take the stairs up."
"With this, sir?"
"Yes."
"But I'm wearing a set already."
"People who cross you won't know that. You're girl who's walking with her bra and panties in her hand in the middle of a day. Go be that."
"But.." I start, but think better not.
"Yes, sir." I finally say.
I get down and start walking, I'm aware of people watching me. I start to perspire, my heart beats fast. I'm conscious, but I don't hide my hand or try to lower it. Because, instructions. I neither walk slow nor fast. My nipples start to show, like always, and I get all the more embarrassed with the bra in my hand. Had I known this before I'd have gone for black ones. But both of them I'm holding are purple. There's no missing the lace, or what it is at first glance. And people notice. I want to get to you so bad. I know I'm being punished, I'm sorry.
I walk into the hotel lobby a hot mess. I see people seated around s**ttered. I don't meet any of their eyes, nor do I check who's noticing me. I walk up to the reception desk. Give them your name and wait for the person to give me the room number. I lower my eyes when she lowers hers to my hand. I don't look up.
"Room no. 399. Third floor." she says. I mumble a thanks to her and walk towards the stairs.
As I climb, I cross some hotel staff and guests on the way. I keep my head down and I'm alternating between blushing, and breathing funny. And I'm slick. My thighs are a mess. I walk consciously not to make a sound.
I reach your door. I'm equally worked up, thirsty but relieved as well. You open the door after three knocks. You take your time. I watch the corridor for people to cross me, see me standing by the door with a pantie and bra in hand. It does things to me I can't really pinpoint.
I step inside the room. You ask me to strip, fold my clothes, keep it by the door. Put on the purple bra and pantie and come crawling, to kneel before you. You go sit on the bed, and wait for me. You are in a white shirt, collars undone, you've lost your tie. Your sleeves are rolled up to your elbows, your forearms show. You sit with your legs spread, a hand on either knees, leaning a bit forward. Your jaw is set, you are completely expressionless, I cannot read you at all and it makes me restless.
I strip, do as told and crawl to you. You can see my thighs, I keep my head low and don't meet your eyes at all. I kneel down before you, knees spread, palms up on my thigh, and head bent down. You slip your finger beneath my chin and lift my face up to yours. I'm flushed completely, and still don't look at you.
"Look at me."
I do, slowly. I take my time and you don't rush me. I'm embarrassed and can't really look at you. You hold my chin steady throughout.
"Who are you?" you ask.
My throat goes completely dry. Up until then I never had to say it out loud. Ever. Least of all to your face. It was an online fling, I never thought of a possibility beyond that. I'm not prepared for this surprise at all. I struggle to get the words out. I want to take my face from your hands, bury it somewhere so you don't see me. I feel more naked than I really am. And you know that. You know me.
"Who are you? And I'll not ask again." Your words are a harsh whisper.
"I'm your horny, slutty, pet sir." I choke out.
"Walking to me like that excited you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"What do you think the people thought?"
"That I'm a slut."
"Well, are you?"
"Yes, sir."
"And?"
"And I'm sorry, sir. I'll not repeat that."
"Can I trust you to keep that."
"Yes,sir. "
"Good, but your'e still getting the due."
"I understand, sir."
"Stand"
You command.
I do.
"Bend over."
I bend over the bed. The bed feels soft under my hands, I press down, find a balance to keep myself up. I don't want to slip.
"Count and say, sorry sir."
"Yes, sir."
And you start spanking me. I wait for it on my right. But it lands on the left. My body lurches forward at once your hand connects with my skin. A fresh gush of wetness leaks down my pantie. 24 spanks, twelve on each cheek. I count out loud, and say 'sorry, sir' over and over till you are done.
The curtains are half closed. There's still light coming in from the cracks. And there's no DND on your door. I'm aware of all the possible getting caught scenarios here. And it excites me more to imagine being caught in a compromising position with you. I almost wish for a door knock.
You catch my elbow and pull me up, turn me over. Slap my tits twice before I could react. I bite my lip, but make no sound. You place your hand at the center of my chest and push me down to the bed. I fall back. You walk around, open your luggage, shuffle through and take your cuffs out and something else as well. It's packed neat. I can see that. I'd have done a messy job. You don't know that, I wonder who packed yours.
I wait for you on the bed. Very conscious of being alone. Suddenly feeling so small and vulnerable.
You walk back over, get on and straddle me.
"Give me your hands."
I do.
"Do you trust me, pet?"
"Yes, I do sir."
You cuff me and ask me to keep my hands above my head. Hold on to the bedpost and never to bring it down. I say I understand. You don't answer me back, instead put a blindfold on me. It's your tie, a dark blue one. It feels soft on me, and smells like you. You are going to keep me from watching you the first time you take me. I almost want to ask you not to, but this is my punishment and so I keep quiet.
And then you kiss me. Your lips nibble at my chin, up to the corner of my mouth before they claim my lips in whole. You suck on my lower lip and then the upper one. Your tongue licks along my lip, my chin, back up to my lip.
"Open."
I do. And your tongue dives in. There's a clash between yours and mine. You bite my lips, and I moan out load. I'll be bruised in a while. I know it, you know it. You did it just because of that. Your head dips low to my neck, you suck a line from behind my ear to my collar bones. You slip the bra strap as you go. You palm my left breast kneading it. Find my nipple over the lace and pinch it. Rub around and flick it, play with it. You dip still and suck it in over the cloth. I arch up, and you put a hand over my belly button and hold me down. You hand then slides down to my pussy. You rub over my pantie, bunching it up and rub it into my slit. Your mouth is all over my chest and neck. I itch to bring my hands down, to touch you but I keep them up and obey. It takes all of my will to do that.
You slip down my body. Your hands and mouth are everywhere. You are everywhere! It overwhelms me that it's real. I feel your warmth and weight, hear your kisses, sounds you make and your voice. It's all too much for me.
You drag the pantie to the side, and your mouth go rogue over my pussy. Not gentle at all. You bite at my pussy lip, spread me with your fingers and have at it like a meal. I want to hold your head, but I'm unable to. I writhe within your hold.
"Do not cum." You say over my pussy. Your tone final.
"Yes, sir." I whimper out. Because I'm so close. Having you in person is so testing. I don't half understand my reaction to you to be honest.
You rub my wetness through the crack to my anus. You slip your finger in and rub over my clit. You go fast, and stop abruptly. You alternate on sucking, lapping at me and fingering me. I'm at my last wit.
You then come back up. You're naked now. I'm not even aware how and when you lost your clothes. I was that lost in the whole scene of you taking me. You pull my bra cups down, kiss, suck and pull at my nipples. You slap my tits, twist and flick at my nipple. I'm all wet with your kisses.
You put your knees on either side of my head and slap your dick on my face. I open my mouth to take you in. You hold the bed post to start, and soon then hold my head, thrusting into me. You get hard fast. You take your knees away, slide down. I hear a click and then feel something poke at my chest, just above my boobs and below my collar bones. You're writing on me. I don't have enough hold over my senses to try and decipher what. But I know you write over my chest, below my breast, in my cleavage and over my pussy, upper thigh. You then flip me over in a blink. I gasp.
You take the hooks off and pull away my bra, discarding it somewhere in the room. You catch hold of then, fondle, and play with my breasts.
"On all fours, pet. Now"
I take position. I'm panting, and so are you. And you are so hard. I'm a bit scared.
"Are you sure?" You ask me.
I nod first, and say next, " Yes sir, i'm sure."
You pull my pantie to the side, and eventually tear it off. You spank me hard, three times on each cheek. You rub my pussy with your finger, spread and tease me. I push my ass back at you to take. You then position yourself over me, hold my hip, your thumbs stretching me apart and you start slow. You tease in an inch and back up, and you tell me not to push back. I stay still. You go in three, four times but never more than an inch. It's maddening your pace, and the tease.
"Please, sir."
"Do you want me to fuck you, pet?"
"Yes, sir"
"Ask me then."
"Please fuck me sir."
"How?'
"Harder"
"Who are you?"
"I'm your horny slutty pet, sir. Please, fuck me."
And you do. You push in hard in a single thrust and stay in. It takes me time to adjust to you. My eyes blur over, and I bite my cheeks really hard not to come. You start to thrust at me harder, I sway back and forth with your force. You hold my hip firm all along. Your hand comes around to my breast, you take them, squeeze them, pinch my nipples and milk me. I'm completely at your mercy. My voice is muffled into the pillow. I'm aware of the curtains flowing up and down, of you behind my back. You grunt, and breathe fast. You are close, so am I.
"Cum, now"
And lands another spank right after your command. I let go at that. I loose my voice to the pleasure. There are some more spanks, and you go harder. You pin me down, hold my hair together in a fist, pull at it and push into me very roughly.
You flip me onto my back and spread, push my legs away settling between them. Your hand holds both my hands up above my head, you kiss my lips, cheek, eyes, and down to my breast. You leave marks, red spots all over my chest. Nothing would show out of my dresses but there'll be plenty for me to see the next day. You continue to fuck me, your lips over my nipples sucking fast and I cum again, hard before you stiffen inside me and lose it too.
You lie down on my chest, your hair and breath tickles my skin. You are careful not to crush me. But I'm aware of your every inch all over. Your push yourself up on your elbow and take the cuffs off. You pull my blindfold away next. I blink slow, adjusting to the light inside the room. My eyes are blur, partly because of the tears and partly because being closed for so that long.
Your thumb runs over my eyelids, swiping off the tears with it. I feel your lips on my left eyebrow before I open my eyes fully, and all I see are the honey browns you look at me with.
It's over now. He's won me.
"Do I have to tell why behind whatever I tell you to do now? Is that it?" was how you get back to me. I wince, shut up. You're pissed off, and I don't like you angry. I don't like making you angry but I have. It was my fault.
I go inside the mall, search through the shops and get them. We start to the place you are staying in. And you ask the driver to stop some 600 meters before the place. You take the bag from me. Take the pantie and bra out of their packs, and hand them pieces to me. You take my purse, and my cellphone. I have nothing but the inner garments in my hand.
"Get down here, and walk to the hotel. Ask for my room in the front desk even though you know, wait for her to look me up and tell you. And then take the stairs up."
"With this, sir?"
"Yes."
"But I'm wearing a set already."
"People who cross you won't know that. You're girl who's walking with her bra and panties in her hand in the middle of a day. Go be that."
"But.." I start, but think better not.
"Yes, sir." I finally say.
I get down and start walking, I'm aware of people watching me. I start to perspire, my heart beats fast. I'm conscious, but I don't hide my hand or try to lower it. Because, instructions. I neither walk slow nor fast. My nipples start to show, like always, and I get all the more embarrassed with the bra in my hand. Had I known this before I'd have gone for black ones. But both of them I'm holding are purple. There's no missing the lace, or what it is at first glance. And people notice. I want to get to you so bad. I know I'm being punished, I'm sorry.
I walk into the hotel lobby a hot mess. I see people seated around s**ttered. I don't meet any of their eyes, nor do I check who's noticing me. I walk up to the reception desk. Give them your name and wait for the person to give me the room number. I lower my eyes when she lowers hers to my hand. I don't look up.
"Room no. 399. Third floor." she says. I mumble a thanks to her and walk towards the stairs.
As I climb, I cross some hotel staff and guests on the way. I keep my head down and I'm alternating between blushing, and breathing funny. And I'm slick. My thighs are a mess. I walk consciously not to make a sound.
I reach your door. I'm equally worked up, thirsty but relieved as well. You open the door after three knocks. You take your time. I watch the corridor for people to cross me, see me standing by the door with a pantie and bra in hand. It does things to me I can't really pinpoint.
I step inside the room. You ask me to strip, fold my clothes, keep it by the door. Put on the purple bra and pantie and come crawling, to kneel before you. You go sit on the bed, and wait for me. You are in a white shirt, collars undone, you've lost your tie. Your sleeves are rolled up to your elbows, your forearms show. You sit with your legs spread, a hand on either knees, leaning a bit forward. Your jaw is set, you are completely expressionless, I cannot read you at all and it makes me restless.
I strip, do as told and crawl to you. You can see my thighs, I keep my head low and don't meet your eyes at all. I kneel down before you, knees spread, palms up on my thigh, and head bent down. You slip your finger beneath my chin and lift my face up to yours. I'm flushed completely, and still don't look at you.
"Look at me."
I do, slowly. I take my time and you don't rush me. I'm embarrassed and can't really look at you. You hold my chin steady throughout.
"Who are you?" you ask.
My throat goes completely dry. Up until then I never had to say it out loud. Ever. Least of all to your face. It was an online fling, I never thought of a possibility beyond that. I'm not prepared for this surprise at all. I struggle to get the words out. I want to take my face from your hands, bury it somewhere so you don't see me. I feel more naked than I really am. And you know that. You know me.
"Who are you? And I'll not ask again." Your words are a harsh whisper.
"I'm your horny, slutty, pet sir." I choke out.
"Walking to me like that excited you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"What do you think the people thought?"
"That I'm a slut."
"Well, are you?"
"Yes, sir."
"And?"
"And I'm sorry, sir. I'll not repeat that."
"Can I trust you to keep that."
"Yes,sir. "
"Good, but your'e still getting the due."
"I understand, sir."
"Stand"
You command.
I do.
"Bend over."
I bend over the bed. The bed feels soft under my hands, I press down, find a balance to keep myself up. I don't want to slip.
"Count and say, sorry sir."
"Yes, sir."
And you start spanking me. I wait for it on my right. But it lands on the left. My body lurches forward at once your hand connects with my skin. A fresh gush of wetness leaks down my pantie. 24 spanks, twelve on each cheek. I count out loud, and say 'sorry, sir' over and over till you are done.
The curtains are half closed. There's still light coming in from the cracks. And there's no DND on your door. I'm aware of all the possible getting caught scenarios here. And it excites me more to imagine being caught in a compromising position with you. I almost wish for a door knock.
You catch my elbow and pull me up, turn me over. Slap my tits twice before I could react. I bite my lip, but make no sound. You place your hand at the center of my chest and push me down to the bed. I fall back. You walk around, open your luggage, shuffle through and take your cuffs out and something else as well. It's packed neat. I can see that. I'd have done a messy job. You don't know that, I wonder who packed yours.
I wait for you on the bed. Very conscious of being alone. Suddenly feeling so small and vulnerable.
You walk back over, get on and straddle me.
"Give me your hands."
I do.
"Do you trust me, pet?"
"Yes, I do sir."
You cuff me and ask me to keep my hands above my head. Hold on to the bedpost and never to bring it down. I say I understand. You don't answer me back, instead put a blindfold on me. It's your tie, a dark blue one. It feels soft on me, and smells like you. You are going to keep me from watching you the first time you take me. I almost want to ask you not to, but this is my punishment and so I keep quiet.
And then you kiss me. Your lips nibble at my chin, up to the corner of my mouth before they claim my lips in whole. You suck on my lower lip and then the upper one. Your tongue licks along my lip, my chin, back up to my lip.
"Open."
I do. And your tongue dives in. There's a clash between yours and mine. You bite my lips, and I moan out load. I'll be bruised in a while. I know it, you know it. You did it just because of that. Your head dips low to my neck, you suck a line from behind my ear to my collar bones. You slip the bra strap as you go. You palm my left breast kneading it. Find my nipple over the lace and pinch it. Rub around and flick it, play with it. You dip still and suck it in over the cloth. I arch up, and you put a hand over my belly button and hold me down. You hand then slides down to my pussy. You rub over my pantie, bunching it up and rub it into my slit. Your mouth is all over my chest and neck. I itch to bring my hands down, to touch you but I keep them up and obey. It takes all of my will to do that.
You slip down my body. Your hands and mouth are everywhere. You are everywhere! It overwhelms me that it's real. I feel your warmth and weight, hear your kisses, sounds you make and your voice. It's all too much for me.
You drag the pantie to the side, and your mouth go rogue over my pussy. Not gentle at all. You bite at my pussy lip, spread me with your fingers and have at it like a meal. I want to hold your head, but I'm unable to. I writhe within your hold.
"Do not cum." You say over my pussy. Your tone final.
"Yes, sir." I whimper out. Because I'm so close. Having you in person is so testing. I don't half understand my reaction to you to be honest.
You rub my wetness through the crack to my anus. You slip your finger in and rub over my clit. You go fast, and stop abruptly. You alternate on sucking, lapping at me and fingering me. I'm at my last wit.
You then come back up. You're naked now. I'm not even aware how and when you lost your clothes. I was that lost in the whole scene of you taking me. You pull my bra cups down, kiss, suck and pull at my nipples. You slap my tits, twist and flick at my nipple. I'm all wet with your kisses.
You put your knees on either side of my head and slap your dick on my face. I open my mouth to take you in. You hold the bed post to start, and soon then hold my head, thrusting into me. You get hard fast. You take your knees away, slide down. I hear a click and then feel something poke at my chest, just above my boobs and below my collar bones. You're writing on me. I don't have enough hold over my senses to try and decipher what. But I know you write over my chest, below my breast, in my cleavage and over my pussy, upper thigh. You then flip me over in a blink. I gasp.
You take the hooks off and pull away my bra, discarding it somewhere in the room. You catch hold of then, fondle, and play with my breasts.
"On all fours, pet. Now"
I take position. I'm panting, and so are you. And you are so hard. I'm a bit scared.
"Are you sure?" You ask me.
I nod first, and say next, " Yes sir, i'm sure."
You pull my pantie to the side, and eventually tear it off. You spank me hard, three times on each cheek. You rub my pussy with your finger, spread and tease me. I push my ass back at you to take. You then position yourself over me, hold my hip, your thumbs stretching me apart and you start slow. You tease in an inch and back up, and you tell me not to push back. I stay still. You go in three, four times but never more than an inch. It's maddening your pace, and the tease.
"Please, sir."
"Do you want me to fuck you, pet?"
"Yes, sir"
"Ask me then."
"Please fuck me sir."
"How?'
"Harder"
"Who are you?"
"I'm your horny slutty pet, sir. Please, fuck me."
And you do. You push in hard in a single thrust and stay in. It takes me time to adjust to you. My eyes blur over, and I bite my cheeks really hard not to come. You start to thrust at me harder, I sway back and forth with your force. You hold my hip firm all along. Your hand comes around to my breast, you take them, squeeze them, pinch my nipples and milk me. I'm completely at your mercy. My voice is muffled into the pillow. I'm aware of the curtains flowing up and down, of you behind my back. You grunt, and breathe fast. You are close, so am I.
"Cum, now"
And lands another spank right after your command. I let go at that. I loose my voice to the pleasure. There are some more spanks, and you go harder. You pin me down, hold my hair together in a fist, pull at it and push into me very roughly.
You flip me onto my back and spread, push my legs away settling between them. Your hand holds both my hands up above my head, you kiss my lips, cheek, eyes, and down to my breast. You leave marks, red spots all over my chest. Nothing would show out of my dresses but there'll be plenty for me to see the next day. You continue to fuck me, your lips over my nipples sucking fast and I cum again, hard before you stiffen inside me and lose it too.
You lie down on my chest, your hair and breath tickles my skin. You are careful not to crush me. But I'm aware of your every inch all over. Your push yourself up on your elbow and take the cuffs off. You pull my blindfold away next. I blink slow, adjusting to the light inside the room. My eyes are blur, partly because of the tears and partly because being closed for so that long.
Your thumb runs over my eyelids, swiping off the tears with it. I feel your lips on my left eyebrow before I open my eyes fully, and all I see are the honey browns you look at me with.
It's over now. He's won me.
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