Chapter 2

The hotel room door clicked shut, and Rayna instinctively dropped to her knees on the plush blue carpet. She tucked her arms behind her back and opened her mouth, tongue out. She needed Michael to use her, needed his cock in her mouth. Her pussy was aching and swollen, and she was so horny from the ruined orgasm in the lobby that she couldn’t think of anything but taking his thick, throbbing cock into her mouth and having him use her as a warm wet fuckhole. She’d been horny for days, on the edge for hours, and her only relief would be for Michael to allow her to cum properly around his hard cock while he pumped her full of his hot, creamy cum.

The room smelled of fresh linen and traces of citrus cleaning solution. Directly ahead, a king-sized bed was neatly made with crisp white sheets, and beyond that, a floor-to-ceiling window showcased the glittering city skyline. Michael passed her dragging their suitcase, its wheels leaving light grooves in the thick carpet. He parked it next to the bed and sat on the edge. Rayna stayed still, her tongue out, eyes focused on the bulge of Michael’s cock outlined in the front of his jeans. She needed him inside her. She wanted him to fuck her hard, RIGHT NOW, to cum in her, to give her the opportunity to be a good fucktoy for her Master.

“You’re such a good girl,” Michael said, and his praise made her feel warm and gooey inside. She loved being called a “good girl”—the validation, the approval—it made her feel safe and sexy and was the ultimate turn-on. Add to that the hot, shameful thrill of having just let a stranger see her body, see what she really was—Michael’s horny, objectified, cunt—and Rayna was a puddle of desire. The few feet between them was an unbearable distance. She ached with her need for him, for his cock and his cum. She wanted him to be closer, so she could be closer to his hard cock. She wanted so badly for him to touch her, to run his hands through her hair and put his cock in her mouth.

“Did you like what we just did?” Michael asked. “Was it hot to have your tits out in the lobby like a cheap whore? Did you like a stranger groping your tits where anyone could see you?”

“Yeah, I did,” Rayna answered, a little disappointed that she had to use her mouth to talk instead of for cock. “It was hard to do, like, it was scary to let you show me off like that. But ... it made me feel sexy. Letting Sooki play with my tits. She was really into me! I liked the way that Sooki got horny for me. I liked the way you showed me off, like a thing. That was ... yeah. That was good. I felt like I lost all my dignity, like I’m just a cunt on legs for people to enjoy. I especially loved that you were making me humiliate myself like that. It was so good I lost control of my pussy. I’m sorry I’m such a desperate slut, Master. And thank you for giving me this experience.”

“You’re welcome,” Michael said, his voice low, sensual, full of satisfaction and pride. “You were incredible. My good girl. My brave girl. I know it wasn’t easy, but I’m so proud of you for letting go and surrendering to your lust like that. It was fucking hot, watching you get so turned on and lose control. I love seeing you like that, and I love you so much.”

His love filled her heart and soothed her soul. His praise, his acceptance, made her feel strong and proud of herself for pushing her limits, for surrendering to her body and giving herself over to pleasure without concern for what people thought of her, allowing them to see her for the slutty cunt she truly was.

Michael slid a hand down over the bulge in his jeans and squeezed. He rubbed himself slowly, teasing his cock.

“What do you think she’s doing right now?” He asked. “Do you think she’s fingering her cunt while she thinks about you?”

Rayna moaned at the thought.

Michael laughed, his eyes dark, his lips curving into a knowing smirk. “I think you like the idea of that,” he said. “That girl thinking about your hot body, getting all wet from the memory of you, fingering herself. I think it turns you on to be so sexy that it turns other girls on.”

“I’m pretty sure she was turning you on, too,” Rayna said with a grin. “I could tell by how hard your dick got. You want to fuck the cute little hotel girl, don’t you? You want to see her hot little body naked and fuck her brains out.”

Michael shrugged and raised his hands, palms up. “Hell yeah I would. You’re not even into women, and look what she did to you. I wouldn’t turn down the chance to bang her. You know, if you were okay with it.”

Michael talked about other women a lot, flirted a lot, but never seriously. When deep in subspace, Rayna would think about how he deserved someone better than her, a real woman who was a person and not just a cunt. It turned her on to think that she should be finding her Master a better pussy than her own to play with. But in the real world, Michael didn’t have genuine interest in pursuing anyone but Rayna.

This was more of the same, but this time, Rayna was almost certain that it could happen if they wanted it to. Sooki was definitely interested. The girl had been flirting with both of them and had given them her number. Rayna didn’t really want to share her man’s dick with another girl, but it made her pussy tingle to imagine Michael pounding Sooki into a wet mess on the hotel bed while the girl looked at Rayna’s naked body and came because of what a hot slut Rayna was.

“Yeah, maybe,” Rayna said as casually as she could manage.

Michael looked at her, suddenly serious. “You mean it? You’d be up for me to fuck Sooki? She’s really cute, and that would be ... fuck. That would be amazing. But you’ve never wanted to bring anyone else into our bed. I don’t want to do it if it’s going to hurt you.”

“Maybe,” Rayna repeated.

The truth was it would hurt to see her Master fucking another pussy, but thinking about it was turning her on. The idea of being shown off for Sooki to watch and be turned on by, while Sooki got fucked hard by Michael’s cock and Rayna got nothing except to watch ... well, that would be painful and humiliating and Rayna was sure she’d like it, because the thought was making her pussy leak. It wouldn’t matter, really, how Rayna felt, because her job would be to sit quietly and watch, to display herself and her body and be ignored as another girl fucked Michael’s cock. Her pussy would be a mess of slick juice and no one would care, no one would touch her needy cunt, and all that mattered would be that her Master was enjoying fucking that tight little Asian pussy. Rayna wasn’t worthy of his hard cock in her pathetic fuckhole, anyway. It made sense that she should let a real woman pleasure her man. Her only role was to serve him in whatever way he needed, to please him. If her Master wanted to enjoy the hot cunt of a tight young hotel concierge, she should be grateful to be in a position to help him get that.

Michael got up from the bed and knelt in front of Rayna, looking deeply into her eyes. He gently ran his hand over her cheek, brushing her blonde hair back from her face and caressing her neck.

“Is this something you want? Because if it is, I promise you I’ll make sure that it’s good for both of us. But if it’s just something you’re offering me, to try and make me happy, I don’t want you to do this unless you actually want it too. Okay?”

Rayna leaned forward and rested her forehead on his, letting his fingers wind through her hair. He cupped the back of her head and she let herself melt into his hands. He held her gently, and she knew he would keep her safe, and take care of her.

“I don’t know,” Rayna said softly. “I ... It makes me really horny, when I think about watching you fuck Sooki. The thought of her on your cock and you using her tight little cunt to get you off is really, really hot. But also, the idea of watching her enjoy your dick is scary. I want it, I think, but ... it hurts too. I know you love me and I don’t know what this means but...” She stopped and took a deep breath. “It turns me on, but it makes me jealous. To think you’ll have a better pussy than mine and you won’t have to settle for me.”

“Oh Rayna...” Michael started. He closed his eyes, shook his head, then looked back into her eyes. His hands cupped her face, holding her like she was precious, and the intensity in his green eyes made Rayna shiver.

“You are perfect and wonderful,” he said softly but firmly. “And I will never stop trying to prove it to you.”

“I know you love me. I love you, too,” Rayna said. She rested her hand on Michael’s cheek and rubbed his cheekbone with her thumb. “I feel safe with you. And I like pushing myself. I trust you.” She made up her mind. “I want to do this for you. And for me. I want you to fuck her.” She felt her pussy throb when she said that, and a shiver ran down her back. She needed this, needed to know what it was like to let her man have another girl, to know what it felt like to be so far beneath real women that she could only be a display object, an art piece to be enjoyed by Sooki as she got fucked by the cock Rayna didn’t deserve. “I want to let another girl get her pleasure from you while I just get to be naked and be a display object, there to please you both, with no one ever touching my needy clit. That would be ... just the hottest thing!”

Michael shook his head again, but there was a smile on his lips and a playful glint in his eyes. He leaned in and kissed Rayna softly on the lips.

“You really are incredible. Okay. We’ll make it happen, and it’ll be fucking awesome. This weekend is all about your fantasies. Whatever you want to do, I’ll make it happen for you, you gorgeous, sexy woman. And if you’re uncomfortable at any time, or you change your mind about something, all you have to do is let me know, okay?”

“I’m scared,” Rayna whispered, looking into Michael’s green eyes, his kind face. “But I want this. I’m not gonna change my mind. I want you to push me into stuff that I want but don’t feel comfortable doing. That’s what I need. I want you to give me the experiences I’m not brave enough to have on my own. You’re the only person I trust to take care of me while you’re pushing my limits. You know that. So, push.”

Rayna leaned forward, tilted her face up, and looked Michael in the eyes from a few inches away. He kissed her lips, then took her hands in his. “I will, I promise. I want to take you places you haven’t gone before. By the time the weekend is over, you’ll know what it’s like to be fully immersed in your sexuality and kinks.”

He pulled her head to him and kissed her hard. Rayna reached her hands up under his t-shirt, needing to feel his hard body, the flat, rippling planes of his abs and the firm, solid strength of his chest, all covered by sexy, manly hair.

“I love you,” Michael murmured between kisses.

“I love you more.” She kissed him again. “I want you so much, Master. I’m so horny and wet. All I can think about is having you inside me. Please use me, please, I want your cock inside me so bad.”

“I know,” Michael murmured back, running his lips over her ear. “It’s so fucking sexy how desperate you are to get my big, hard cock inside your cunt.”

He pushed on her shoulder, guiding her from her kneeling position to sitting on the plush blue carpet. He sat back on his haunches, giving Rayna full view of the outline of his cock straining at the zipper. She wanted him so badly it hurt, a dull ache deep in her cunt that would be relieved only by her Master’s dick thrusting into her.

“Show me your pussy,” Michael ordered.

Rayna hiked up her green sundress, pulling the material up until it bunched at her hips and her cunt was bared. Her cunt lips were plump, wet, and red. A tiny, glistening bead of slick hung at the opening of her hole, and her inner thighs were smeared with her juice. It took every bit of her self control to keep from touching her clit, to not rub herself without permission and make herself cum. She was a desperate little slut, her pussy in a constant state of wetness, desperate for cock and always denied.

“Slut,” Michael said affectionately, running a fingertip lightly along Rayna’s sopping wet pussy. She shivered. “Your pussy is sopping wet.”

“Only for you, Master,” Rayna said. “My pussy belongs to you. All of me belongs to you.”

Michael lightly caressed her wet, aching cunt. His fingertips parked electric shocks of pleasure in her pussy which radiated through her body. The pleasure of his touch and pain denial and her lust combined, building on top of each other in her throbbing cunt until her brain couldn’t take it anymore and her only thought was to fuck, to cum, to have that hard dick thrust into her.

“You’re such a horny little cunt, all wet for her Master.”

Rayna groaned at the degradation, a new wave of lust rising to meet it, the sensations so powerful that they made her tremble. She spread her legs further apart, opening herself completely, surrendering her cunt to his touch, begging him without words to play with her more, to do whatever he wanted with his helpless slave.

Instead of sliding his finger inside her and making her cum like she wanted, Michael trailed his fingers lightly down Rayna’s legs to her feet, and his fingertips slipped into the spaces between her toes. His fingers slid over and between her toes, creating tingles on her skin that traveled from Rayna’s feet up her legs to her pussy. Her breath quickened as she looked down at the sexy, commanding man she’d given herself to.

“I love your sexy feet, Rayna. They’re so soft and pretty, just like you.” He moved his hand to the other foot, stroking lightly and making Rayna shudder with the soft pleasure of the touch, her mind giving way to a floating, sensual space. “You have such pretty toes. They should be rubbing against my cock.”

Rayna giggled. “Like this?”

She pulled her foot back so it slipped from Michael’s grasp and reached forward with her foot, pressing her sole against her Master’s hard dick through his pants. She pressed gently, feeling the thick length of his cock under her sole and rubbing with slow, sensual movements of her foot.

Michael’s breathing hitched and his eyelids drooped. “Mmmm,” he said softly, his voice heavy with arousal. She brought her other foot over and pressed it to his crotch, rubbing his dick and balls with both feet, curling with her toes and gently working his hard-on over with her soles, making his breath catch again.

“Fuuuck. That’s perfect, Rayna,” Michael moaned, his head rolling back, exposing his sharp jaw line. Rayna kept her feet moving over his hard length, making sure the sole of each foot rubbed up and down over his rigid shaft, then up to the tip, where she gently curled her toes and rubbed, then moved back down the shaft, up and down and up and down over his jeans as she looked into her Master’s face.

“You are the best sex toy, so amazing. Keep doing that,” Michael commanded, his voice heavy with lust and pleasure.

“Yes Master,” Rayna breathed. “I am here to serve your needs. Use me. Use my feet. Make yourself feel good with them. That’s what they’re for. Pleasing your cock.”