I park and run in to get the key. I spent hours on the website for this hotel after Lexi mentioned the place. She warned me about the campiness, and when I flipped through the pictures, I booked our room right away.
“Room one five seven. Enjoy your stay, sir.”
Each room has its own distinct look and theme, but I had more in mind when I picked ours. I almost picked the one with a bed made from what looked like an old stagecoach—we’re getting that room next time. Instead, I opted for the room with two king-size beds that face each other, a fireplace, and a soaking tub. It’s not the most adventurous room they have, but it’s a start.
When Ren walks into our room, she almost falls over, laughing. It’s the reaction I prepared for, and I’m laughing right alongside her.
There’s a giant stone fireplace that looks like it’s part of a damn mountain coming out of the wall. The floor has wall-to-wall deep, plush magenta carpeting, and the furniture screams antique rejects. On the other side of the room sit two four-poster beds, foot-to-foot, with only a small space between them. Impossible, ridiculous, perfect—the accurate definition of campy. I might go down to the office and book out a year’s worth of stays in different rooms after seeing this.
“What should we do first? Want me to start a bath?” I ask as I throw myself onto a bed, bouncing a bit.
“Maybe we’ll do that later.” She picks up the bottle of champagne and walks over to me, climbing onto the bed and straddling my stomach. “How about you open this, and I slip into something less comfortable before I show you what I packed?” I take the bottle as she kisses my nose, my chest, and even the tent forming in my pants before she takes her bag and disappears into the bathroom.
As soon as she shuts the door, I’m uncorking the champagne, pouring two glasses, and ripping my clothes off as fast as I can. I laugh as I pull off my shoes and almost fall over. No one has ever made me this delirious with excitement before. Sure, I’ve had decent sex before, but this? This isI’m gonna need a cigarette when I’m finishedsex.
The one thing I’m looking forward to most on this trip has nothing to do with sex, though. The uninterrupted time together, holding the woman I love in my arms as we fall asleep, and not answering our phones. I run to my bag and dig to the bottom, making sure I remembered to pack the other box just in case.
I’m not sure if my knees or my jaw hit the floor first when the knob clicks and the door opens. She’s in pink leather lingerie with straps and chains. There’s even a little fishnet skirt accentuating her already perfect ass. I lick my lips as my eyes try to take it all in, but it’s hard to think. She’s fucking gorgeous.
“Already on your knees for me? Such a good boy.” She walks over and ruffles my hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling my head back. “I like when you’re below me. Do you like it when I tower over you for a change?”
“Yes, my queen.” I’m far too enamored to argue that she’s only a few inches taller than eye level. Not exactly towering, but enough.
She takes my chin between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing as she stares into my eyes. “Someone’s working hard for a reward, aren’t they? So eager you forgot to take off your shirt, Mr. Cooper?” She’s using her teacher's tone, and I’m about to melt into this crazy carpet. “Take off your shirt, pretty boy.”
I reach back with one hand and pull my t-shirt over my head, holding it out to her like an offering to a goddess. My goddess.
“And what would my good little boy want for a reward, hmm?” She moves behind me, running her fingers through my hair while her nails slide over my scalp.
The question throws me off since I’m used to her asking about my punishments, not my rewards. Of course, I’m usually being a pain in the ass by this point. “I—I want to please you?”
She steps back in front of me and her smile hypnotizes me right until her hand connects with my face.
SMACK.
I almost fall over, not prepared for that at all. She helps me back up, checking my face with soft, warm hands. The coldness leaves her eyes as she makes sure I’m okay.
“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t hit you in the face.”
“It’s okay, my queen. I…I want…will you do it again?”
Her head pulls back in surprise. “Chase, your face is kind of your brand, honey.”
“I don’t have any shoots for a few days, so long as you only use your hand, we’ll be okay.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, my queen,” I smirk. “Smack me, spit in my mouth, do anything you want to me.”
“Alright,” she smirks as she stands again. “I have some toys in the bag. Why don’t you crawl over there and pick out the ones you want to play with?”
“Yes, my queen!” I’m not the slightest bit humiliated about crawling over to her bag while she watches me. Why should I be when she’s complimenting my ass the whole way? When I open the bag, I’m overwhelmed by the possibilities. My brain shuts down, and my hand reaches in and pulls out the first thing I find—an orange and teal silicon unicorn horn.
I swallow hard and crawl back to her, handing her my offering. I’m so busy staring at the thing, I don’t watch what she’s doing. Not until she fists a handful of hair and pulls hard, forcing me to look at the thing. She’s attached the horn to a harness and I salivate.
“Good choice, Puppy. I wouldn’t want to start you with one of the bigger ones.”
She has dildos shaped like the giant cocks of mythical beasts, not just unicorn horns. I found them when I went through her bag a few days ago. When she stands in front of me, hands on her hips, sweat beads on my forehead. I might only be me, but it’s boiling in here, and I’m as hard as the goddamn fireplace mountain rocks.
