Page 63 of Smut Lovers

Chapter One

? My heels click on the tile, my steps more confident than the knot of excitement in my belly. My green eyes are focused ahead of me, ignoring my reflection.

Follow all instructions, Pet.

I make my way over to the front desk, hands stuffed into the pockets of my overall skirt, and do my best to shove my nerves aside. No matter how many times we’ve done this, I still react the same.

“Can I help you, Miss?” an attendant asks.

“Yes, I have a reservation. My name was left at the desk." My voice is low but sure, and I ignore how the clerk looks at me. "It’s under Marcks.”

“Harper?”

“Yes, thank you.” I silently get the key waiting for me and head over to the elevator.

Anticipation bubbles in my veins as the elevator doors hiss closed behind me.

I smooth my hands down my skirt and wait to arrive at the right floor.

The elevator stops, the doors open, and I walk down the hall to the last room on the right.

I knock softly, rocking on the toe of my shoe, waiting for her to answer the door.

Key or not, I know not to enter without permission.

The moments tick by, and I swear she takes longer because I'm wearing her favorite outfit: a hot pink bralette and a black overall skirt combo, paired with ankle boots that match the same shade of pink as my bra peeking from my open jacket.

The door opens, and my gaze immediately drops to Mistress Ella’s red heels peeking from her plaid work pants. The tapping of her foot tells me she's in a mood. I will cry, scream, and beg under her before the sun comes up.

Then thank her for it all.

“You dressed appropriately," her pleased tone warms me, and I press my knees together.

“Yes, I'm sure I look like a Valentine's telegram,” I reply cheekily.

“Doubtful. Did you follow all my instructions?” That knowing smirk gets me every time. “Show me.”

My face flushes, but without pause, I turn around. Reaching back, I flip up the skirt of the overalls to present the fluffy tail that could be seen peeking past the edge of my skirt by anyone I passed on the way here.

But pulling the fabric further showed her favorite part—the curved plug in my ass. The app connected as soon as it was placed as well, as per the instructions I received.

"Such a pretty pink whore you make."

My cheeks flame, and I hide behind my dark hair.

Mistress doesn't allow it. She grabs a fistful of my hair, turning me to face her, then angles my head until I’m looking into her eyes. " My pink whore. I will show you off to whomever I please."

I gasp, my hands resting on the shoulders of her white blouse. "Yes, Ma’am." I’m sure half the hotel saw me on my way up. If I could get away with rolling my eyes at this moment, I would.

Mistress’ lips find mine as her grip tightens around me, anchoring us as one. My fingers tighten in her shirt, and I gasp for air when she finally pulls away. "Soaked and ready, Pet?"

My face flushes, leaving no room for misunderstanding the answer to her question.

"That’s my good bitch." I get a harsh crack to my ass, ushering me into the suite. I turn to speak, my words cut off by her lips on mine again. Blindly, I pull my jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. My hands wrap around her, and then I’m pressed against the wall.

Lost in our bubble as soon as the hotel door closes and locks the world away.

Ella pulls away, her thumb rubbing across my bottom lip and wiping at the remaining color on my lips. “You dressed up so pretty for me. Such a beautiful Pet.” I beamed and blushed under her praise. “Such a shame that it’ll be ruined.”

Boldly, I nip at her thumb and smirk. “But isn’t that the point?”

“You are bratty today.” Her grip is tight on my chin, eyes locked on mine.

“I’ll fix it.” Mistress steps back, allowing me to move past her and into the room.

"Get my strap." Another crack, across my thigh this time, has me hurrying to the room to retrieve the items from the toy suitcase by the window.

The curtains are open, and I look out to the lights below. It’s not a sight I haven’t seen before. Same time, same place, down to the room, every year. A strange, deliciously perverted tradition. An escape.

I return to the main room with the strap, two nubs, and a bottle of lube.

I learned the hard way to bring all items within reason because Mistress will not stop to get what’s missing.

Even if that results in getting throat fucked until you gag and cough enough spit for the hour-long ass fucking and edging session she planned.

Excitement rushed through me, wondering how she’d use me. She only asked for the strap if she planned on fucking my ass and throat.

A quietly arched brow in my direction brings me to a halt. I place the items along the edge of the oversized bed and kneel next to it as I wait for my next instruction.

“Stop thinking.” Her voice moves as she comes to stand behind me. Ella places a kiss to my shoulder, reminding me of the sweetness beneath my sometimes ruthless Mistress.

A nervous giggle escapes me, and it sounds more like a snort in my attempt to swallow it down. “Wheels go round and round.” I shrug unapologetically. “My brain is a squirrel.”

“Don’t you mean a hamster?” She crosses her arms in amusement, standing in front of me.

“No, definitely a squirrel.” I smile up at her, adjusting my position on my knees, and my breath catches when the plug shifts, reminding me of its presence.

It’s been more months than I can count since we’ve seen each other. Life and other obligations add to the landmines of our dynamic. But always without fail, we have tonight, a date we’ve never missed, no matter what.

Waiting and watching as she moves around the room, taking her time and leaving me to stew.

“How long?” I whisper from my kneeling position.

“Few days.” My chest aches at her response.

"So, we get bits and pieces." I didn’t mean to be ungrateful.

“Better than none.” Yes, it is, even in the moments we wanted more. Needed it.

“Much.” Her fingers lift my chin, and she kisses me slowly. Pulling my bottom lip between hers, I moan, my hands reaching up to touch her face, kissing her with want, even if that means breaking roles. “I missed you.”

“I know.” Ella kisses me again with a sigh. She pulls back and tugs my hair, putting me back into my place and headspace.

"They say you don't breathe when you orgasm.” Her eyes darken with the words, leaving me shivering in anticipation.

“I love watching you come when I fuck you.

Screaming and begging. I love feeling you come when my cock is down that pretty throat.

" She leans in and kisses my throat, her decision clear. I want to lean into her, but I don’t.

“You're going to take my cock when you come,” she hummed darkly.

“Are you a special whore that will come from getting choked by my cock?” She runs her hand lovingly over my cheek.

"Are you going to choke and swallow my cum after I fuck you like the little whore you are? "

“Fuck,” I sigh on a moan, closing my eyes and enjoying her touch.

“I didn’t hear you.”

Turning my head toward her touch, I kiss her hand. “Mistress,” I whisper, my eyes never leave hers; I smile coyly. “Make me,” I tease, testing how far I can push.

Her hand grabs me by the nape, pulling me from my kneeling position. “Make you what, Pet?” Her grin widens. “A whimpering mess? Because we both know that is what's going to happen.”