At His Command

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book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locations, is purely coincidental.

When
the maid opens the door to the room, she pauses for a moment to enjoy the sight of the early afternoon sunlight streaming in through open curtains. She sets about her usual routine of tidying and cleaning, putting the room back in order and readying it for the next guest. She begins her work in the bathroom, and so does not notice the girl in the bed for quite some time.

At
the sound of the faint knocking the girls rises from the armchair and walks slowly the rich, deep carpet towards the door. Pausing for a moment at the antique mirror, she takes one last chance to check makeup and hair. She adjusts the plunging neckline of her tight-fitting dress, pulling it down to reveal a little more of her full breasts. Finally she is satisfied and reaches out for the door handle.
Waiting outside is the man she has been expecting, half an hour late and looking nervous as a school boy. He leans forwards, clearly anxious to reach the safety and anonymity of the hotel room, but realises just as he takes a step that she has not moved and is still blocking the way. He jerks to a halt just an inch from touching her, shocked to find that she is nearly as tall as he is. Glancing down he notices the stiletto heels she wears. Eyes lingering on shapely legs, he struggles to bring his gaze up to her face. Their eyes meet, and he fights to regain his composure. He did not expect her to be so… confident.
She remains silently in the doorway, leaning leisurely against the wall, with one hand resting on the handle. She forces him to pause and look at her. He breaks away from her gaze, and his eyes travel over the creamy skin of her bare shoulders, following the neckline of her black silk dress. His eyes catch a glimpse of ivory lace temptingly displayed where the curve of her breast disappears under the glossy fabric. Trapped between embarrassment and desire, the man holds his breath as his eyes devour her. After several excruciating moments, she smiles.

“
Come on in.”

As
the man follows her into the room, she walks to the counter and pours him a drink. He takes it gladly and gulps most of it down in a single swallow. His eyes never leave her. She gestures to the chair that she has moved into the middle of the room. He sits down, suddenly realising that he is still wearing his jacket. As he moves clumsily to slip the garment off, she reaches out to help him and her hair falls forwards to brush against his cheek. He stops fumbling with the jacket sleeves, and allows her to gently slide him free. As she does so, he breathes in her scent, leaning forward to brush his lips against the soft flesh of her neck. Embarrassment forgotten, the man takes his first taste of her. She holds herself still, leaning over him as his tongue trails lightly over her collar bone. She closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his warm lips as they brush against the bulging curve of her breast. 

The
jacket is found in a crumpled heap behind the overturned chair, creased and inside-out. The maid picks it up, folds it and places it on her trolley.

She
leans away, and he finds that his anxiety has been overruled by a combination of the Scotch and his building desire to possess this girl. He watches her as she stands, her hands moving slowly to the fastening of her dress. He appraises her with growing satisfaction. She is a brunette, as he had requested, with hair long and loose about her shoulders. Her face is strikingly beautiful and he notices with approval that her makeup is subtle and natural. Satisfied that his requests have been honoured, he begins to feel more in control of the situation.

Her
eyes still locked on his, the girl slides first one arm, and then the other, free of her dress. The black silk slithers to the floor at her feet, revealing long legs wrapped in sheer black stockings. The man reaches out to touch her, and she extends her leg, perching her stiletto-clad foot on the seat of the chair, between his legs. First slipping off the shoe, the man then reaches up and slowly peels away the stocking. After a moment of enjoying the sensation of trailing his fingers along the smooth skin of her leg, he gestures for her to bring him the other leg. This time, however, when he attempts to remove her shoe, she keeps her foot planted firmly on the seat of the chair. Hooking the slender heel on the front of the chair, the girl slowly lifts the tip of the shoe and presses it gently against the growing bulge in the man’s groin. He cannot contain his groan of pleasure as the shoe gently compresses his straining erection, the sensation is exquisitely unbearable. He can feel his heartbeat pulsing against the hardness of her shoe. Fearing that he has once again lost control of the encounter, the man pushes the girl’s leg away angrily and the pressure is gone.

“
On your knees.”

She
submits to the demand, but he notices the hint of a smile at the corners of her full lips. The man decides he would very much like to wipe that smile right off her beautiful face. As she lowers herself onto her knees, he quickly releases his hard cock from his clothing. Feeling suddenly exposed, he reaches out for the girl, guiding her head quickly towards his throbbing groin. He sighs as she takes him into her mouth, and then grasps a double fistful of her long hair. He pulls her firmly down onto his erection. She takes most of his length easily, but then tenses up as the head touches the back of her throat. Ignoring her gagging, the man continues to pull the girl down to him, forcing her to take every last bit of him into her mouth. He can feel her struggling to control herself, and smiles at the victory. She begins to suck him, eagerly working her lips and tongue over him. His dick responds to her efforts, becoming even more engorged and almost painfully hard. He closes his eyes and leans back into the chair, losing himself to the hot wetness of the girl’s mouth as she sucks him off. His arms relax now, and she seems to know what is expected of her. Every now and then, if he thinks that she isn’t taking quite enough, he renews the pressure, pulling her down into his straining shaft until he can feel her beginning to choke.

She
starts to move with an increased pace, tongue and lips mercilessly pulling and sucking at his throbbing cock. The man feels a warmth build up in his belly and a delicious tightening in his balls. For a moment he considers allowing the girl to finish him this way. The idea of exploding inside her mouth nearly tips him over the brink, but he fights the urge and lifts the girl’s head instead. His cock is released with a wet slurp. He has decided that she’s not getting off that lightly. The chair tips over behind him as he stands, pulling the girl up with him and keeping hold of her hair as he rises.

The
maid rights the overturned chair, pushing it back to the writing desk against the wall. Looking under the desk, she finds two discarded high-heeled shoes. These join the jacket on her trolley. 

The
man walks the girl over to the high four-poster bed. He pushes her firmly forward and onto the mattress. She rolls over onto her back, looking up at him once more. The man is suddenly struck by her perfection. Her exertions have left her flushed, and the redness that spreads from her cheeks to her neck and breasts only adds to her beauty. He feels a moment of indecision, hesitating. The girl takes the lead again, sitting up and beginning to remove her underwear slowly and with deliberately provocative movements. She removes her bra first, liberating her perfect breasts and running her fingers over the delicate pale skin. The man longs to take the firm flesh in his hands, but he is mesmerised by her performance and so remains standing at the foot of the bed, trousers loose about his waist. He can only watch as she begins to gently knead her plump breasts, closing her eyes in enjoyment as she massages the delicious flesh. One breast is released from her grasp so that her fingers can slide gently under the ivory lace of her panties. The man watches hungrily as she begins to stroke herself, his swollen cock aching to be inside her. Her movements begin slowly and gently, but soon her excitement builds, and her whole hand disappears under the thin lace to delve into her hidden sex. The man takes his erection in hand, slowly stroking himself to mirror the movements made by the girl.

She
is kneeling on the bed now, thighs spread far apart to allow her hand access to her hungry pussy. After watching her teasing antics for several wonderfully frustrating moments, the man reaches out for her, tugging at the flimsy panties and pulling her to the edge of the bed. He pushes her onto her back in the soft thickness of the duvet and her legs wrap around his waist, an invitation. He grasps her hips with uncontrolled desire and plunges into her with a single forceful thrust. The girl gasps at the sudden onslaught, grasping handfuls of thick duvet to steady herself against his powerful attack. He pulls his throbbing cock out of her warm wetness and then repeats his savage thrust, savouring the noises that come from the girl’s mouth as he pounds into her with all his strength. Legs braced against the side of the bed, he fucks her with no attempt at tenderness, uninterested in her needs.

His
hands move now from her hips to her breasts, squeezing and pinching. The girl grinds her hips against the man, her gasps becoming groans of pleasure as she looks up at him with a smile on her lips. Her eyes seem to mock his attempt to own her, and so the man finds his enjoyment once more tinged with annoyance.

The
girl senses that something is amiss, and reaches down to where their bodies meet, using her hands to encourage the man. Delicate fingers caressing and massaging his fading member as he attempts to remain inside her. Frustrated, the man releases the girl. Confused, the girl sits up and watches as he fumbles with his trousers at the foot of the bed. He finds what he is looking for. Approaching her once more, the man holds out his thin leather belt.

“
Turn over.”

The
shock of the leather slapping into her raised buttocks brings a yelp from the girl, now on all fours on the bed. Mastering herself once more, she responds to further blows with playful encouragement. Disappointed, the man raises the belt higher above his head, using all of his strength as he brings the thin strap down upon her soft flesh. He is rewarded by a real whimper of pain as the belt slashes an angry red line across the girl’s soft unprotected skin. The man repeats the punishment, reaching out with the other hand to roughly grab a handful of firm breast, adding to the girl’s helpless discomfort. Striking her rapidly now, the girl begins to sob under the relentless whipping, fully under his power. The man’s faded erection responds to her distress, hard and eager once more. Climbing onto the bed behind the girl, he pushes her knees apart with his own. His throbbing cock is aching and insistent, eager for the divine wetness of her pussy.

The
girl yelps in pain as the man seizes her buttocks with both hands, fingers digging into the abused skin. He drags her backwards and onto him, sliding into her warm tightness with a satisfied grunt. The man continues to slap the girl, paying special attention to the welts on her buttocks, and to her sore breasts. Her suffering only increases his pleasure as he pounds her furiously. The girl falls forwards on the bed, unable to hold herself up under the merciless assault. Her eyes open wide in shock as the man slips the belt over her head and pulls it tight around her neck. He pulls cruelly on the thin leather, forcing the girl to arch her back painfully. He holds the belt with one hand whilst the other locks onto her shoulder, holding her steady as he thrusts harder and harder, mind filled with the urgency in his groin, riding her roughly and chasing fulfilment.  

The
building sensation reaches such intensity that the man feels he must soon find release. His need to come overrides the burning ache of his thigh muscles as he continues to fuck the girl with all his strength. Suddenly, finally, a glorious wave of tension and release shoots upwards from his balls as he empties himself into the quivering girl beneath him. He grunts as he thrusts deeply once more before collapsing.