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We waited a moment at the elevator; every second that passed I prayed that no one else would come by.

I wasn’t sure I could hide how I was feeling right now.

Submission was calling me, the space in my mind that let everything else melt away, I could feel it just out of reach.

All I needed was a tiny push and it would be there.

And somehow, I knew that this man would find a way to make that happen, and he would enjoy it.

Finally, the elevator dinged and the doors to our right opened.

Gently, he steered me toward the elevator and moved us to the back wall.

Keeping an arm wrapped around me, he leaned forward and pressed the number for my level.

Questions started to form in my mind, but instantly deserted me when his hand moved to cup the underside of my ass cheek, his thumb and index finger slipping between my thighs.

My breath stuttered in my throat as his thumb toyed with the edge of my panties right in the crease where my inner thigh turned to sensitive flesh.

Drawing circles with his thumb, he edged further and further into the center of my panties.

I found myself widening my legs without even realizing what I had done.

He took instant advantage, his thumb dragging right down the center over my slit.

Shame almost filled me as I realized how wet I really was.

The dampness of the cloth covering my pussy pressed into me with his motions.

Suddenly he was leaning down into me, placing a kiss on my Love Bite.

“Relax, just enjoy it. I’d be disappointed if you weren’t already dripping for me.”

His words were exactly what I needed to hear; my head lolled to the side, giving him better access to my neck.

He pressed his body into me, his mouth opening right over where my neck met my collarbone.

My knees almost buckled beneath me. The only thing that stopped me from falling was his hand holding my ass.

He had just started to edge one of his fingers under my panties when the doors dinged open, announcing our arrival at my level.

A jagged breath left him as he released me and turned toward the doors.

Taking my hand and lacing our fingers together, he gently pulled me out of the elevator and turned left toward my room.

I followed him, my hand crushing the letter from Husband.

When we made it to my door he backed me up against the wall, my shoulders pressing into it as he nudged his thigh between my legs.

The hand not holding my clutch gripped my hip as he leaned down and kissed me, his tongue taking possession of my mouth.

His thigh pushed into my clit, the warmth of his leg heating my thighs even as I felt the wetness from my panties soaking into his pants.

His hand tightened on my hip, and as if he could read my mind, he forced my hips to move, making me rub my pussy into him. I moaned into his mouth as my clit burned from the push and pull. Releasing my mouth, he looked down at me as he continued making me fuck his leg.

“Get your key out.”

He held my clutch against my hand. My lips were swollen from his kiss, my fingers trembling as I reached for the bag.

He gripped my other hip, pulling me down harder onto him as he continued grinding my clit into him.

My wetness was all over his thigh, the lips of my pussy sliding together, pulling tight, stretching my clit.

My breath was coming in short sharp puffs through my mouth as it hung open just a little bit, head rocking with the motion of my body.

Just as I pulled the key card out his hands moved down, sliding to firmly cup my ass and then to work under my thighs.

Suddenly he lifted me, hands pulling at my thighs so that my legs wrapped around his waist. My arms came up to drape around his neck as his mouth landed on mine and my body pressed back into the wall, this time with his whole body flush against me.

His belt buckle pushed directly into my panties, his fingers digging into my inner thighs as they held me up.

This time when he started moving me to rock against him, I moved my body too.

The edge of the buckle was right under my clit, and with every thrust of my hips it rolled over the edge, pinching and pulling, pleasure rushing up into me.

Little tiny moans escaped me with every breath, every roll of my clit, my ass clenching with each upward motion.

Everything was drawing up tight. With every downward motion I was pushing down further, harder, thighs spreading apart opening up my pussy as it screamed out to be filled.

His kiss had lost its rhythm, tongue plunging into my mouth and tangling with mine, pulling back. Biting my lip. Head turning, changing the angle. My fingers thrust into his hair, holding on, tugging. When he broke the kiss he dropped his forehead on mine, breathing hard.

“Fuck.”

I tried to reach up and get another kiss, but he pinched the skin of my thigh between his forefinger and thumb, a flick of pain curving down and under, zapping straight up into my pussy.

“Stop, we need to go into your room. Now.”

“I’m sorry.”

I dropped my head down onto his shoulder, trying to take a deep breath as my thighs shook with the effort to stay still. A chuckle escaped him.

“Don’t be sorry. I just don’t want to fuck you out here in the hallway. Just be a good girl and unlock the door. I’ll do the rest.”

Emotion clogged my throat at the endearment, everything all scrambled inside of me. I wanted to make him happy; I wanted him to let me cum. I wanted to be a good girl for him.

The key card still in my hand, I reached out to the side and slid the card in, gasping when his mouth lowered to the curve between my neck and shoulder, sucking and licking.

The lock beeped, and with a quick bite, he lowered my feet back to the floor.

One hand holding me steady, he reached with the other to turn the handle and push it open.

His hand skimmed down to my lower back and he guided me into my room, placing my clutch and key card on the table by the door.

He had a smirk on his face as he turned toward me.

His hand fell away from my back as he took a step into my space.

I automatically took a step back, keeping my eyes trained on his face as his eyes tracked my movements.

He slowly stepped forward again, and I backed up once more, his smirk widening.

He reached out and captured my wrist, dragging me toward him and forcing my body to crush into his.

My heart was thundering in my chest, fear rocketing through me as I looked at my restrained wrist pressed into his shoulder. Even as I felt my panties getting wetter. I looked up at him, sure that my fear was showing. He was looking down at me, face hard. His eyes softened as he saw my fear.

“Are you ready for me to be that stranger? For me to fuck your throat while you kneel? Then I am going to strip you of that dress and lay you out on the bed so that I can work my way down until I have my face between your thighs tasting every piece of you. Do you still want that?”

My eyes closed as my mind flashed back to the bar.

Would you like me to be that stranger? Would you like me to take you back up to your room, make you kneel on the ground, undo my pants, and suck on my cock? My hand in your hair as I slowly fucked your face.

A wave of relief rolled through me, leaving behind a hot needy sub; the only thing on my mind was how much I wanted to please this stranger.

I sank down onto my knees, dropping my ass onto my heels and spreading my knees wider forcing the hem of my dress up higher and exposing my black lace panties.

I slowly opened my eyes, letting my need show on my face, and looked back up at him.

“Yes, I want you to be that stranger.”

My tongue snaked out to wet my lips, and his eyes narrowed on the gesture. Letting go of my wrist he reached for my jaw, holding my face firmly in his hand and forcing me up onto my knees so that my mouth was in line with his zipper, the fabric pulled tight over his erection.

I flicked my gaze up to his belt, mouth watering as I saw the fabric around the belt was damp.

The edge of my lace bra cut into me as my breasts swelled at being manhandled like this.

I wanted to open my mouth and close it around the buckle, forced to lick it clean.

A whimper escaped me as his other hand slid into my hair, slowly grabbing a tight fist full close to my scalp.

The burning pull urged my head back and to the right, the angle stretching my neck.

“Open my pants.” His voice had taken on an edge; darker, commanding.

I reached up and pulled his leather belt through the loop and then through the buckle, my fingers finding all of my precum that had worked itself beneath it, hands shaking the entire time.

I could feel him staring down at me, watching as I obeyed his command.

Tonight was turning out even better than I had hoped.

Freeing the belt of its restraint, I slid my fingers between the waistband of his trousers, gripping the wet fabric, and undid the button.

My fingers traced over his hard cock as I pulled the zipper down, sure that he could feel the vibrations running along his cock.

As his pants fell open, my mouth parted, both from the angle my neck was at and because he had nothing on underneath.

The skin just above his cock was on full display to me, smooth with a faint tan line at his hips.

I sucked in a breath and forced myself to swallow so that I didn’t drool.

“Pull my dick out.”