I should have known something was up, that he had something evil planned. As soon as we left the bar and he headed towards the lift, instead of the single flight of stairs that would take us back up to the city centre. As he pushed the button to call the lift I thought nothing of it. It wasn’t until we were inside that the fun began.
It started with a small gesture, he kissed my cheek and put his arm around me, but he didn’t press any button. The lift doors closed and his hand was slipping beneath my t-shirt, as low cut as it was he easily found my breast. The lift doors closed fully but it didn’t move, no one had told it where to go. But out of sight of the public, his fingers found my nipple, gripping tightly and refusing to let go. My lips parted in a silent scream, trying to bend forward to remove his fingers, but they kept their iron grip on my nipple, using his other hand to pull me back against his body.
‘Are you going to be good for me?’ he asked, he voice torturously smooth and calm, he kissed the bare skin on my shoulder as if it was a calming gesture. Weeks without the touch of a dom had turned me bratty. And the first real touch of his hand being that of pain, erased my filter.
‘Fuck you.’ I spat out the words through gritted teeth, my mistake was instantly realised when his grip became tighter, causing my to yelp and back into him further. My mind fogged through the pain and the wet patch it was creating in my panites.
‘That’s no way to talk to me. Are you going to be good and do as I asked?’ he repeated the question, adding his pretence for this night.
‘No.’ I spat out the words again, sure he wouldn’t be able to grip me any tighter. BOY, was wrong. I let out a scream I’m sure people outside the lift must have heard, but he wasn’t giving up, his resolve was better than mine, and he knew just how to break me.
‘Try again.’ he warned.
‘Yes! Yes, I will!’ the words passed my lips as I gave up, all resolve gone and falling back into submission. I hoped he would let go, pleaded silently with him but he wasn’t finished yet.
‘Say it.’ he said, he wanted confirmation. I could have been saying yes to anything, yes to hurting me, yes to more pain, yes to anything to get his fingers off my nipple. I pursed my lips into a thin line, my final bit of resolve unwilling to let go. But all it took was that grip, that extra grip on my hip that let me know I was in a world of trouble if I didn’t comply.
‘I will order the pornstar martini.’ I snapped, finally feeling the relief on my body as he let go of my nipple, statfised, for now. I fell forward against the wall of the lift, listening as he finally pressed the button to send the lift to the first floor.
‘Good girl…’ he whispered, I could almost hear the smirk on his lips as I pressed my forehead against the cool wall of the lift, regaining the breath I didn’t know I was holding and feeling the sting left over in my nipple.
When the lift doors opened he exited first, I followed quietly with my head bowed down, spying the two women that stood outside the lift chating. They paused and started for a moment, probably noticing the croaked neckline of my tshirt and my red cheeks. He had tricked my into the agreement, using torture and my own arousal against me. We stood in the next bar, but the whole time he couldn’t stop smirking. We didn’t need a menu, he knew exactly what he wanted, ordering his own with a smile and turning to me for my turn. The bar was full of people, my cheeks tinted red as I had to look the bartender in the eye and say,
‘I’ll have a pornstar martini please.’ Sir grinned in accomplishment and the bartender gave me a knowing look, a small smirk and a wink, before getting busy to prepare the drinks.
The redness stayed on my cheeks for the duration of the bar visit, the sting in my nipple still lingering as I sipped the sweet martini. Sir was enjoying himself too much, the drinking, pinching, the embarrassment of his sub. Cocky bastard.
The hotel that was booked by back by the first bar we entered, as we walked past the lifts I couldn’t help but feel my pussy clench. Already checked in, we headed into the lift, third floor hotel room. This time he didn’t even wait until the lift doors closed before we were in the same position again, holding me firmly against him by my nipple, the same damn nipple! I sealed my lips in an attempt to stop the screams, however small whines and yelps slipped through as he moved. The lift went up the three floors and opened, but this time he didn’t let go. Instead he decided to pull me with him, keeping us close together as if we were lovers fresh off the honeymoon. As we walked he whispered dirty things in my ear, as if the grip on my nipple wasn’t enough to make me ache and whine with need. We rounded the corner with his hand still shoved down my shirt, but suddenly it was gone, he noticed before I did. A stranger walking towards us, walking to the other end of the corridor. He had removed his hand from my shirt and held it around my shoulder. We smiled politely as the man passed us and we stopped at our hotel room door.
‘Pretty sure he saw.’ I eventually whispered, watching as he opened the door with the key card.
‘I bet he loved it.’ Sir smirked, walking into the room and dragging me with him.
This was only the beginning.