4

“I want to tie you up,” Charlie announces to me but he looks unsure about it. “Is that something you'd be comfortable with?”

“Like with rope and gag me?” I ask, feeling very out of my depth. Missionary is the extent of my skill set and as much as I want to explore more, the thought of being bound to something scares me, especially since Charlie is a stranger who could just leave me here.

“With my tie,” He says, pulling a blue, silky tie from his jeans pocket and wrapping it around my wrist to show me how soft it is. “No gag, just your wrists secured in the tie.”

“And if I don't like it?” I fret, not wanting to be the buzzkill but also not wanting to have to do something that makes me feel uncomfortable.

“You use your safety word and we stop,” He promises me, holding me captive with his blue eyes.

“What's my safety word?” I ask, not remembering establishing one already, if we did then I've forgotten it.

“Whatever you want it to be but make it something you’ll remember,” He tells me, smiling warmly to put me at ease.

I take a moment to think it over before settling on a word that I know is right for me

“My word is popcorn,” I tell him, agreeing to his request.

“Why popcorn?” He chuckles lightly as he takes my hand in his and helps me off the table.

“It's my favourite treat, so it will be easy to remember,” I reply.

“Popcorn it is then,” He agrees, kissing me sweetly on the forehead. “Go stand in front of the kitchen cupboards, keep your back to me at all times”

I do as he instructs and he follows closely behind me. He takes hold of one of my wrists, softly wraps the tie around it, brings it above my head and loops the tie through the cupboard handles, securing it to my other wrist.

I feel a little ridiculous, standing in the kitchen, tied to the cupboard and I only hope that no one from the hotel comes storming in here.

Behind me I hear Charlie taking off his clothes and I dare to peek. His entire torso and chest is covered in beautiful, black and grey tattooed patterns, each one so detailed in their design.

“Do you like what you see Goddess?” he asks when he catches me looking.

“Yes, very much,” I reply without thinking and feel a sharp sting across my backside. My first spanking and I'm hoping it won't be my last.

“Yes, what?” He prompts me and I smile back at him, not wanting to say it because I enjoyed my punishment. “Unless you want to be spanked again?”

“The spanking please sir,” I beg him and he chuckles but obligeses to my request, spanking me harder than before. “Thank you, sir.”

He unbuttons his jeans and slowly takes down the fly, knowing I'm watching his every move intently. As his jeans fall to the ground my eyes become fixated on the bulge being concealed by his briefs.

My breathing hitches when he takes his underwear off and I feast my eyes upon his naked form.

Josh is lean but not at all fit whereas Charlie looks like he's never skipped a day at the gym. His body is so defined that I just want to run my tongue over every groove.

He rips open the orange, foiled wrapper than rolls the condom down his long shaft as I prepare myself for what's to come.

“Open your legs wider baby,” He commands and I spread my legs. He places a hand on my back to lean me forward slightly and lines himself up with my entrance.

“What's the safe word Goddess?” He tests me, making me smile.

“Popcorn,” I answer as he slides into me. I feel every delicious inch of him going in as I form around his shaft snuggly.

“An hour ago I was stuck at my cousin's engagement party with a bunch of his boring accountant friends and if I hadn't offered him a job at my company, I'd still be there, missing out on meeting you at the bar,” He tells me when he's fully inside me. I wasn't expecting a confession of what brought him to the bar tonight but I like that he's telling me.

He brings his lips to my neck and sucks hard on the flesh along my collar bone as he begins slowly thrusting himself into me.

“You can't just…leave an…engagement party,” I chastise him, even though, right now, I love that he did because this feels so good.

“I paid for the party,” He gruffly replies. “That gives me the right to leave when I want.”

“But it's…” I begin to argue but he interrupts me with a deep, passionate kiss that makes me forget the whole ordeal.

Balancing on the balls of my feet I am able to match his pace, gradually look building a rhythm. My palms firmly planted against the cupboard, giving me added strength to push back, allowing him to hit me deep.

He wraps an arm protectively around my waist as he increases his speed. The intensity has me screaming. Charlie’s raw, animalistic groaning just fuels my inferno.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out when he presses his thumb against my clit and begins circling.

Sex with Josh was so mundane and uninventive that I couldn't wait for it to be over but this, with Charlie, I never want to end. How does a complete stranger understand my body better than my boyfriend ever did?

My core clenches tightly around his dick and I try so hard to hold on as each pleasurable wave rocks me, knowing that one could be my last.

The silk tie strains against my wrists as I push myself forcefully back towards him, eager to be fed every crumb of delight.

“I know you're very close baby but I don't want you to cum until I tell you to” Charlie gruffly demands of me and I try with all my might to hold it back.

“Yes…sir,” I agree, feeling myself drive further towards the point of no return.

He holds me tightly against his body, restricting my movement but making it so that I feel every thrust channel through my system.

Within a single breath he amps up thrusts, taking me to an entirely different realm of pleasure, one which I know won't last long.

“Cum for me Goddess,” He roars and I am sent into a toe-curling, mind-blowing orgasm.

I ride the wave of euphoria, my core spasming as I come undone. Behind me I can hear Charlie’s erotic grunting as he completes his mission.

There's an emptiness when he pulls out of me and a strong desire to beg him for more but I bite my tongue.

“I'm a mess,” I giggle as I look down at the chocolate smeared all over my body and then I see what it's done to the white cupboard that my thighs were pressed up against. “Oh no, its gone everywhere”

“That I can wipe off but you will need a shower,” He says as he untied my wrists, freeing me from my restraints.

He takes hold of my hand and leads me towards the bathroom. I step inside the elegant room, fitted with a deep, egg-shaped bath and double shower, it certainly puts my teeny tiny bathroom to shame.

Charlie walks over to a panel on the wall, presses some buttons and water starts cascading in the shower. I open the door, step into the recess and am surprised that the temperature is perfect, unlike my own shower which either runs stone cold or fiery hot.

The chocolate sauce washes away under the steady stream and I smile to myself, thinking about how hot it was to have Charlie lick the sauce from my naked body.

Charlie steps in behind me and I turn to face him, admiring the hot man who delivered me two orgasms. The bar on my expectations for sex has certainly been lifted tonight.

He grabs a loofa and squirts some body wash on it, bringing it to my stomach. He meticulously swirls the loofa over my bare skin, creating a sweet scented, bubbly sensation.

There's something so sensual about him washing me. I reach a hand out and trace my fingers along the line of one of his tattoos, knowing its just an excuse to touch his sculpted abs.

“Sri Yantra I believe the geometric designs are called,” I comment, remembering studying the designs when I took art during my senior years of high school.

“Yes,” he confirms, smiling at me like he's impressed. “They symbolise balance and meditation, two things I need in my hectic life”

“I love them,” I tell him, resting my palm on his chest. I can feel his heart beat increase and for a moment I think he's going to lean down and kiss me but instead he surprises me by pulling away.

The expression on his face changes in a split second, going from carefree to stony and hard to read.

“Ill leave you to finish your shower and then you can just let yourself out.” He says coldly.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask him, trying to figure out his sudden switch from sweet, caring guy to this emotionless robot.

“We had our fun but now it's time for you to leave,” He says, opening the shower door and stepping out. “I’ll put your things near the bathroom door, I won't be here when you come out though.”

Without another word he yanks a towel from the rack and wraps it around his waist as he storms off, leaving me alone and confused.