A Pleasant Sort of Torture, Part 10

I half expected Rose to make an appearance while I was in the shower, but to my great disappointment I was left to shower alone. I cleaned myself up, shaved and dressed in a shirt and tie. The clothes would not be on past a couple of steps into Susan’s hotel room, but Rose didn’t need to know that.

My phone buzzed and I opened the text message from Susan.

“I am ready for you. Please hurry, Master.”

I smiled and tucked my phone into my pocket before stepping into the hall.

“You seem awful happy for a guy heading to a business meeting,” Rose said. She was standing in the hall, waiting for me.

“This deal has been a long time coming,” I said. “It will be nice to finally put it to bed.” She huffed and put her hands on her hips. “Is something bothering you?” I asked.

“No,” she snapped back. “And don’t you expect me to stay up waiting for you.”

“Oh, I won’t.” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me. I grabbed her ass with one hand and a fist full of hair with the other. I put my mouth close to her ear and whispered, “But if I did expect it I think you would be waiting by the door wearing nothing but a smile so that I could reward you the way you deserve.”

Rose grabbed my balls and gave a slight squeeze. “It will be a cold day in hell before that happens,” she said with a sneer. “You might as well accept the fact that your ass is mine, if and when I want it.” She gave me another squeeze and I released my hold on her. She walked away and I could not believe how turned on I was. It would be fun breaking her.

I kissed the kids goodbye and waved to Rose as I headed out the door. The drive to Susan’s hotel was quick and I used it to clear my head of thoughts of Rose. I looked over the pictures she sent me earlier in the day and thought back to when we had first started dating.

It had been awkward at first as we tried to figure out our roles. I was raised to be the caring and sensitive male and she had been raised to be a strong and independent woman. The problem was that neither of us was comfortable in our assigned roles. About three weeks after we started dating we had a huge argument that turned into a marathon fuckfest where I discovered that being in complete control felt right and Susan learned that there were times when she didn’t have to be so strong. It was another two months before we discovered the title of dominant and submissive, and from there our exploration really began.

By the time I arrived at the hotel my mind was fully centered on Susan. As the floors ticked by in the elevator I was reminded of NASA performing a countdown for a rocket preparing to launch. I walked down the hall and stopped before her door. The dead bolt was out and holding the door ajar. I gripped the handle and pushed it open.

Kneeling on floor, where anyone walking by could see, was Susan wearing nothing but her new teddy and a collar. She held the attached leash up to me and her head was bowed down. I smiled and closed the door behind me.