Chapter 10

He got up in his turn and buttoned up his jacket before they returned in silence. Arrived at the hotel, they each went to their room. Once in hers, still excited by the adrenaline of the scene earlier, she took a shower and dressed in a bathrobe. She called her friend Lila and told her with a big smile on her face what had just happened. The two friends laughed about it for a while longer, before starting a lighter discussion. When they were still on the phone, a message appeared on Stella's screen. It was her Dom calling him to his room in 10 minutes. She hung up with Lila, before considering her approach. She dressed only in her bathrobe and went to the suite near hers, the one where her Dom lived. They were on the same floor, so in a few steps, she was in front of the door. She knocked and the door opened a crack on the silhouette of her Dom. He gave her space, and she entered the room, completely defenceless. He was dressed only in his briefcase, revealing his muscular torso. He glared at her with an amused grin. She didn't even know what she had come to do there, especially so sparsely dressed. She suddenly lost her confidence, but still tried to keep her cool. She wanted out, she felt too suffocated by all the pressure of the situation. The silence he imposed while staring at her didn't help. He didn't say anything, and she didn't know why he had called her. He didn't approach her, didn't touch her.

- If you don't need anything, can I go out?

- Who said I didn't need anything? If I just wanted to give you what you seem to be asking for so much for a while. He approached Stella slowly. He was in his element, powerful savage and especially in hunter mode. She was the prey, and she felt a certain excitement. All her senses were heightened. She was only waiting for this; it was not enough for her to faint. Approach kitten. Her body moved at the simple command. Her gaze did not let go of him, never let go of any of his gestures. He grabbed his towel around his loins, pulled it off revealing his male anatomy full of pride and threw the towel away from him. You were doing this afternoon in front of Elliott on purpose, he asked more rhetorically than as a real question. He slid his fingers gently down her cheek, then over her collarbone. A low moan confirmed what he already thought. You really don't like being ignored, Stella. His voice, which spoke so softly but at the same time in such a hoarse tone, captivated her. Their exchange of glances passed a level, her body was on fire. Desire consumed her more and more. On the bed, he ordered her before pushing her roughly.

During all this time, she had not realized that they had moved from their initial position and found themselves facing the large bed in the bedroom. She took advantage of this short break to move back as much as possible towards the head of the bed. She needed to breathe, all her muscles were in a state of contraction and her body was in tension, which was slowly killing her. He climbed onto the bed and easily overhung her. He cupped her head in his hand and lifted his chin harshly, bringing their mouths together. There was barely 1 cm between their mouths and their breaths collided head-on. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and unearthed the side of the bed shackles. He locked her wrists before she knew it. She quickly found herself immobilized in all 4 limbs. Her first reaction was to try to free herself, but she quickly realized that it was no use. Fear gave way to calm thereafter. She looked at him waiting to know what sauce she was going to be eaten. He smiled visibly satisfied by the staging.

- You are my slave Stella; I will do with you what I please. Already you're being very vulgar in front of my friend. But above all, your little crisis at the club some time ago, I must remind you that I am not exclusive to you, in a way that you won't soon forget.

He looked away for a moment, to the back of the room, before returning to his submissive, with an even wider smile on his face. He settled on the sofa facing the bed, taking care to spread his thighs. From her position as a prisoner, she had a royal view of her body, which she scrutinized with a fine-toothed comb and looked enviously at the member she would have preferred in her mouth or deep inside her. He stayed with his owner, away from her, constantly taunting her and her burning body. Her inspection was cut off by the sound of heels suddenly closing in on her. She suddenly saw appearing in her field of vision piece by piece the body of a young women. She was dressed in a short wrap dress with stockings and stiletto heels, all in black. She elegantly undressed, revealing her muscular body clad in super sexy leather lingerie. Stella bit her lip violently seeing her approach her Dom, but especially seeing him devote all his attention to her. She stood in front of him and knelt, before starting to give him oral sex. She could only see the back of the young woman in question and her body jiggle to the rhythm of the back-and-forth movements she was making. But above all, she had a choice view of the reactions of her Dom, whose gaze taunted her completely. He maintained at times the contact between their eyes, while indulging in the pleasure that gave him the woman at his feet. She tried to look away at times, but her head would come back to the scene at times, which broke her heart. She felt so frustrated, but refused to even shed a single tear, which could show how badly this hurt her. He gripped the woman's hair to give him the movements he wanted, while he continued to stare at his submissive. She didn't know what he was thinking about during this moment of pleasure, but she knew that she dreamed of being in the place of the other at his feet, even if she suffered from being put back in place. He said it, it would be purely sexual between them and above all it wouldn't be exclusive but seeing him like that was cruel of him. Cruel yes, but also effective, she would not soon forget such a scene. As she saw his pleasure increasing, she felt her legs tickle her even more. She wished she could touch herself; her crotch was on fire; she was so excited that it was painful. Once he had enjoyed and she had swallowed everything, she got up. He got up in turn and approached the bed where his prisoner was kept. He put one knee on the bed and hovered over her. Again, their mouths and faces were so close, it literally took up all the space in her field of vision. He placed a lazy kiss on her hip, and she immediately tensed, before muttering a complaint.

- Are you asking me something?

- Please more...

She didn't care that the other was still in the room. At this moment only their bodies and the heat it gave off mattered to her. Nothing but the pleasure she needed and wanted mattered to her.

- Do you want me to fuck you kitten?

So sadistic, he wanted to humiliate her to the end. He loved the feeling that this moment of power gave him. He loved seeing Stella submit and above all, he loved her embarrassed face. He had already hardened, and he made Stella feel it.

- Please master. I beg you, she answered, closing her eyes.

- How?

- Strong. I beg you to fuck me hard.

But suddenly the warmth of the body near hers disappeared. She opened her eyes and saw him get up from the bed. His pupils burned as much as hers. She was sure he wanted it as much as she wanted him. But she did not understand his choice. His eyes screamed his disappointment.

- You ask for a reward, which I offer to good girls. He untied her wrists. He seemed to be fighting against something. Right now, you don't deserve it. He then untied her ankles. Get dressed and go out.

He descended quickly. He ran his hands furiously through his hair. She in turn got off the bed, got dressed quickly, before leaving the room, her cheeks flushed. She hurried back to her room. Once she was gone, Scott, who had been trying to control himself for a few moments, was surprised at how difficult the task was. He had never had so much trouble sticking to his sexual plans. A shower wouldn't even help his condition. He had to fuck and he was going to fuck. He turned to the only remaining woman in the room, a silent witness to the scene. She was smiling at him and on him whose face was closed, it had no effect.

- Come.

She always approached that naughty smile on her face. He grabbed her by the hip and slapped his hand on her right buttock. He pushed her onto the bed before easily towering over her.