I stood in the middle of the room, like a statue. I managed to move my legs to the door, but he stopped me.
"Hey, where are you going? Didn't you hear I was waiting for you? Stay still." His voice echoed in the room, soft and authoritative at the same time.
"I think you have me confused with someone else, sir." I said, still with my back turned.
"I don't know why you're playing this game. Everyone wants to be with me, others would run into my arms and you're running away?" He came closer, stopping behind me.
I saw his arms reach out to lock the door. My heart pounded in my chest and I knew I was literally trapped. I felt his heavy breathing behind me.
"Look at me," he ordered.
I squeezed my eyes shut before turning and looking into his. He was even more handsome up close, his amber eyes staring at me like a predator cornering its prey. His gaze was as icy as the cold wind on a winter's night, his beard untrimmed, his lips well-drawn and red, making me want to kiss him.
At that moment, I felt a throbbing between my legs. I shouldn't have been thinking about it, but I was. I stared at it, biting my lip, and squeezed my legs together to make it go away, but it was no use.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, eliminating the small distance between us. I felt his hard member touch my belly as he squeezed my hair with brute force. Instead of pain, I felt pleasure. The way he held me, the way he looked at me, was different.
"What are you doing?" I grumbled.
He said nothing. His right hand went down to the hem of my loose dress, which he lifted without difficulty. His hand invaded my panties and, when I felt the contact of his fingers on my throbbing pussy, I gasped with pleasure. I couldn't hold back at that moment, letting a low moan escape my throat. He flashed a sly smile, his eyes twinkling as he saw that I was totally wet for him.
His nimble fingers found my clitoris and he massaged it without any gentleness, sending electrical discharges through my body. I whimpered, my body begging to feel him soon. As his fingers continued to tease me, he explored the thin skin of my neck, running his beard gently over it. He seemed to love torture, that's what he was doing to me.
I felt my body shaking, my legs tingling, until I came on his fingers. He looked at me and took his finger into his mouth, sucking my honey.
"Delicious, I love your taste." I said in a husky voice. "It's different."
He kissed me urgently, slipping his tongue into my mouth while he got rid of my lingerie. As soon as I was completely naked in front of him, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. However, I stopped him, took another look at his stiff, pink cock, and my mouth salivated. Then I knelt down in front of him, placing my hands on either side of his legs, and sucked his cock eagerly, running my tongue from the head to the base. His moans were delicious to hear. I felt his hands grab my hair and force my head to go further. I swallowed his cock, deep-throating it, driving him to delirium. As soon as I'd finished, he positioned me on all fours on the bed and entered me, thrusting into me hard and fast. His hands pinned my arms behind my back and he fucked me faster.
"Oh... fuck me good." I moaned loudly, begging him to fuck me harder.
He grabbed my hair again, pulling me back, my back against his abdomen, and his hands stopped on my neck, squeezing a little too hard.
"Fuck, that's delicious." he moaned, squeezing my neck even tighter.
In the heat of that moment, time seemed to stop and all worries evaporated. The only sound was our heavy breathing and muffled moans of pleasure.
And then, at the climax of the moment, he penetrated me, and we both moaned with pleasure. Only then, in an instant of clarity, did I realize what was happening.
"Wait..." I began to say, but the carnal need and the intensity of the moment suppressed any rational thought. My mind reminded me of the condom.
But in a fraction of a second, all warnings were ignored. The pleasure and connection between us overwhelmed any other thought. The moment was consummated, and only later, when our bodies had calmed and our breathing returned to normal, did I realize what had happened.
Great, I slept with a stranger without a condom. Is this right? Obviously not. But it was too late.
My breath was ragged, body and hair completely soaked with sweat. The realization began to sink in slowly as I recognized that this man could be a hotel guest. What if someone found out? I would be completely ruined. Worse, I would get fired, and everyone would know what I had done.
My heart raced again, but this time from fear and anxiety. I tried to push the thoughts away, but the reality was relentless. I turned to him, trying to maintain my calm, but the expression on my face betrayed my inner panic.
"Damn it, this isn't right." I jolted up from the bed. I grabbed all my clothes and dressed, ignoring what he was saying. The panic I felt was stronger than my desire to turn around and answer his questions.
"Wait, you don't have to leave like this." He tried to hold me back, but I dodged.
"No, you don’t understand." My voice trembled as I pulled my dress over my head. "I really need to get out of here before someone sees me."
"It's okay, but calm down." He said with an unsettling calmness, as if there was no danger. "No one will know. I called you here, so what’s there to fear? What are you hiding?" he grabbed my arm.
But his words couldn’t ease the fear that consumed me. With my clothes finally adjusted, I stepped back and ran for the door, trying to be quiet.
"Damn it, please just stop for a second." He called out, but I was already outside, closing the door softly behind me. "Your payment." he said.
My heart pounded in my chest as I hurried down the corridor, praying that no one would notice my disheveled state. I needed to get out of there; I needed to find a safe place to process everything that had happened. I was hoping no one would see me, especially my boss.
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