Page 36 of Twisted Little Thing

CHAPTER XIII

Nicky

All good intentions and thoughts about how to explain this to my nosy roommate are forgotten when we walk up to the hotel room. It is the same hotel as last time and – as it turns out – even the same room. Why we cannot simply go to his place remains a mystery to me, but I decide to leave that question for later. It is a nice hotel after all, and I wouldn't mind using that extravagant whirlpool after our play session again.

He lets me enter first and I stand next to the bed, looking at him with anticipation. Even without touching each other, it feels as if we are fueling the air between us with fire.

He approaches me, displaying a gentle smile as he leans down to plant an innocent kiss on my lips.

"I don't have endless time today," he says in a low voice, laced with foreboding. "Which is a pity, because there are endless things I want to do to you."

My reply comes as a desperate moan as he starts planting gentle kisses along my neck.

He takes a step back and turns me around so that I am facing the bed, and then he takes a seat. He leans back, looking up at me with a satisfied smile and says just one word. "Undress."

I blush, feeling awkward already just standing in the middle of the room, feeling exposed even with my clothes on. He does nothing but sit in front of me, observing and noticing every little move I make, every reaction I show to his commands.

"What are you waiting for?" he urges. "Undress. Now."

"Mhm," I mumble and lower my head, unable to make eye contact with him any longer.

That does not please him. He suddenly jumps up from the bed and grabs me at the back of my head. I gasp in surprise as he yanks me forward onto the bed, forcing me on all fours on the edge of it.

Before I fully realize what is happening, I can feel two sharp slaps burning on my behind. I yelp, but more out of surprise than pain. His spankings were forceful, but they must have hurt him more than they did me since I am still wearing my jeans.

"When I tell you to do something," he reminds me, "you not only do it without hesitation, you also reply with 'Yes, Sir.' Did you forget already?"

"No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir," I blurt out.

"Next time you forget, there won't be any pants protecting that sexy ass," he adds. "I can't wait."

Even I have to smirk at that last remark. Of course it will happen. We both know it. And in a way, I am looking forward to it just as much as he is. Maybe more.

He lets go of me and orders me to stand up.

"Now, let's try this again," he says, placing himself on the bed, facing me as I stand before him. "Undress."

"Yes, Sir," I reply through gritted teeth.

"And look at me while you do it," he adds. "Count this as an extra turn, because you failed during your first attempt."

Damn. This is not making it any easier. On the contrary. But that appears to be the point.

"Yes, Sir," I purr.

My eyes remain linked to his as I slip out of my ballerina shoes, trying to look as elegant as possible while I do it. A faint smirk appears on his face when he sees me struggling to keep my balance.

I blush with embarrassment. I never cared much for being careful or elegant with my movements, but right now, my clumsiness is making this a lot harder than it should be.

I start unbuttoning my jeans. His eyes are still on mine. They are a tight fit and it is not easy to get myself out of them while still looking somewhat sexy. He seems to be satisfied with my efforts, though. His smile broadens when I pull my top over my head.

I pause for a moment, checking for confirmation while I stand in front of him, wearing nothing but my underwear.

"Go on," he purrs. "Everything off. I want you naked."

I gulp. "Yes, Sir."

This shouldn't be so hard. He has seen me naked before. We had sex, we shared a bath together, I felt no shame when I rummaged around the room last time, collecting my clothes while he was watching me.

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