Princess

Lance sat in the hotel bar, nervously watching the entrance lobby as he sipped his coffee. He’d not felt this way in a long time; the anticipation of what the evening might hold. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself.

He felt ridiculous. Here he was, almost 50, and he felt the same nervousness he’d felt as a teen going out on a date. He scolded himself, yet he also enjoyed the giddy feeling inside. It had indeed been a long, long time since he felt so excited.

He heard the unmistakeable sound of stilettoes on the marble floor and looked up. The woman, in her mid-thirties, gave him a smile, which he automatically returned, and then looked around to avoid further eye contact. She walked past him, and started a conversation with a woman sat at the bar behind.

He looked down into his drink, and the doubts began to surface. What was he doing? What could she possibly see in him? She was gorgeous, young, and he was-

He heard a familiar voice and looked up in time to see her striding over to reception with her small suitcase wheeling behind.

Kelly.

He sat back and watched her check in. She’d travelled comfortably in her trainers, jeans and top, but she still looked stunning. His heart raced knowing that it was going to happen. He gripped the arms of the chair and slowed his breathing. The anticipation was rising.

She was handed the key, and she strode away. Lance noticed the desk clerk watching her adorable ass wiggle as she walked, and chuckled to himself.

He waited until she disappeared into the lift, and then drained his coffee cup. He took a deep breath before making his way up to his room.

As he entered, he looked around to ensure everything was ready. His briefcase, which held a selection of his favourite toys, which he hoped to introduce Kelly to later, sat closed on the table; he didn’t want to give away too many surprises, though by now, she would have a fair idea of what to expect.

And on the bed, boxed in pink ribbon, was a surprise for her. A pink babydoll outfit, with a pink choker, with L & K, their initials, intertwined, as he hoped they would be later.

His phone buzzed. He looked – it was a message from her.

She was ready.

He smiled, and texted back with his room number.

It was about to happen.

He felt the nervousness making a reappearance, so he took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he slowly exhaled.

There was a knock at the door.

He resisted the urge to run and open it, instead slowly pacing the few steps there.

He opened the door.

She stood in the hallway, this time in a dark blouse, jacket, midi skirt, stockings, stilettoes, and her long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. To the casual observer, a business woman. But if she’d done as she was told, she’d be wearing no underwear, making her totally accessible to him.

He paused, taking in this vision before him, and then motioned her in. He caught a whiff of perfume as she breezed past him, causing him again to pause to savour the moment, before he closed the door.

“Sir?”

Her voice quivered slightly as she spoke, making him realise he wasn’t the only nervous one, and that he would have to take control, as any good Dom should.

“Did you prepare as I asked?”

He spoke calmly and authoritively.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, lowering her head and eyes slightly.

He smiled. She was a fast learner.

He walked over to her, grabbed her wrists, and held her arms behind her back. Surprised, she looked up, so he took the opportunity to kiss those luscious lips of hers for the very first time.

He felt her tremble as he did, and released her slowly, watching her breath deeply, as she gazed into his eyes.

He suddenly gathered her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. He laid her carefully down; she just continued to look into his eyes, her moist lips slightly apart.

He stroked her cheek softly.

“Are you mine, princess?” he asked.

She swallowed.

“I am, Sir.”

His hand brushed down her arm and onto her stocking clad thigh, before slowly making its way up again, this time under the skirt; he would find out soon enough if she was truly his.

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