Miss Kim Part 2 : Kim Gets Punished

She's thought about him for days. So she talks her way into his hotel room, slips into something red and waits. An hour passes, then two, and by the time he walks in, she's lost her nerve. He hasn't lost his. Miss Kim has been a very naughty girl, and naughty girls have to make amends.

PROLOGUE: Fuck It

Dominic was travelling, so Kim guessed he'd be staying in hotels. He had mentioned in passing where, never dreaming she'd have the nerve to show up. She spent some time convincing herself it was a stupid idea and wondering whether he'd be mad, but ever since their first encounter, which seemed to be on a loop in her head, she had just known she wanted more. She was craving more of his body on hers. She snapped out of her reverie with a "fuck it" attitude. Worst he can say is no, right?

She packed a few things into her handbag and, on impulse, found herself at his hotel. He had absolutely no idea. (Realistically, she doubted she'd be allowed into his room, but she knew the receptionist: Marie, her closest friend since school, who had spent a year complaining about checking him in. A favour, surely?) Marie barely asked. She raised an eyebrow, grinned a shade too sweetly, tapped something into her computer and slid a key card across the desk.

"Room 412," she said, with a wink that Kim took for sisterly mischief. "Never saw you."

Kim let herself in. She felt so naughty, and doubts started to creep in again. He had told her he wouldn't be back for another hour, so she quickly showered and slipped on a little red baby doll with a pair of red French knickers underneath. She was ready to surprise him.

But an hour passed, then two. She was having major doubts now and convinced herself he'd be mad at her. She messaged him: "So I may have done something I shouldn't." He replied instantly: "???" She took a picture of herself in the outfit, with a shirt she had borrowed from him draped over her arms, and sent it. He replied again: "I'm on my way up in the lift." There was no indication of how he was feeling.

She got off the bed sheepishly, packed her few bits back into her bag and took off his shirt as she turned around. Dominic was standing by the door, watching her in amusement. She blushed, looked down and told him how sorry she was, that she didn't know what she'd been thinking. His face turned serious, almost menacing, as he walked towards her. He grabbed her wrists, pinned her to the wall and kissed her. She was shocked and still a little confused. He took both her wrists in one hand and grabbed her face with the other.

"Someone has been a very, very naughty girl, haven't they, Kim?"

Her lips parted, and she stared up at him over her glasses. She went to apologise again, but he met her with repeated kisses every time she tried.

"Why are you here, Kim?"

"I don't know anymore. I just wanted to be physical with you again. I've felt so turned on at the thought of you."

"Oh, did you now? And what about me turns you on?"

She took the opportunity to kiss him all over. His ear: "This." His jaw: "This." His lips: "This." His neck: "This." His chest: "This." His torso: "This"... He could see where this was going and stopped her before she reached his cock. So she cheekily reached down and felt his growing erection through his trousers.

"So you ARE happy to see me?"

He removed her hand. Her head was back to "fuck it." She moved past him, took her clit toy out of her bag, went to the bed, spread her legs and began to use it on a low setting. She stared him dead in the eye, but in her peripheral vision she could see his cock growing. He unbuckled his belt, let his trousers fall to the floor and started rubbing his cock, watching her play with her clit. The mood had changed from serious to sensual and arousing.

Chapter 1: Miss Kim

Dominic had to admit, she looked absolutely fucking hot. The red baby doll and French knickers contrasted with her pale, soft skin and long blonde hair, while the glasses gave her a definite schoolteacher vibe. He pondered his next move.

Kim lay there, waiting. He was definitely interested, which was obvious from the way he was still stroking his cock. Then he slowly started removing the rest of his clothes, not taking his eyes off her while he did, and she not taking her eyes off him as his naked body slowly emerged before her.

"Come here," he commanded. She switched off her toy and left it on the bed as she stood.

"And bring that with you." There was a hint of mischief about him now. She picked it up and stood before him, hands behind her back, trying to channel a naughty schoolgirl vibe.

"When I first laid eyes on you, you were all nervous. Sweet little innocent Miss Kim, I thought to myself." He started circling her slowly.

"But when I felt the way you worked that tongue stud while sucking my cock, I began to wonder." He was behind her now, and she felt his fingertips in the small of her back.

"You have got your tongue stud in?" he whispered in her ear. She giggled and nodded. He continued in his stern voice.

"And now I remember the way you tried to pull my cock into you with your legs wrapped around me, and even spread your thick thighs as wide as possible to allow me even deeper inside you." He took the toy from her hand.

Dominic slipped his fingers into her knickers near her hip. As he continued walking in front of her, he slid his hand inside towards her pussy. He let his fingers dance lightly across her pubic mound. Freshly waxed, he thought. Then he slowly slid across to the other hip and withdrew, leaving her knickers hanging loosely just below her hips.

"I thought to myself, maybe you're just a girl who enjoys sex and has an adventurous streak," he continued.

"But now here you are. At my hotel, having lied your way into my room, standing here in your sexy red underwear." He paused.

"And it is very sexy," he whispered in her ear. Again she giggled. He continued circling her.

"And now I realise you're a very naughty little tramp."

"Are you a very naughty little tramp, Miss Kim?" he asked.

"I am," she answered.

"And what do you think happens to naughty little tramps, Miss Kim?"

They get a good fuck, she thought.

"They get punished," she answered.

"And what else, Miss Kim?"

They get another good fucking, she thought.

"I'm not sure," she said.

"After they've been punished, they have to make amends for their misdemeanours." Ooh, she thought, that sounds like fun. He was back in front of her, looking her in the eyes. He leaned in and whispered.

"First, Miss Kim gets her punishment."

Dominic dropped to his knees in front of her, grabbed the hem of her knickers and pulled them down to reveal her naked pussy. She kicked them off and stood before him.

"Spread your feet, Miss Kim." She obeyed. He could sense her anticipation radiating from her. He switched the toy on to its lowest setting and placed it on her pussy, moving it in circles on her clit, occasionally running it down and back up her pussy lips. He heard a loud sigh of satisfaction. He waited a little while, watching her pussy start to get wet. A second sigh, so he took the power setting up a notch.

The soft, rhythmic vibrations on her pussy felt good. This is the sort of punishment I could take all day, Kim thought. This and then a nice hard... Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted as the power went up again, and with it the rolling sensation of pleasure as he worked away between her legs. She started to think an orgasm might be coming. He turned the power to maximum and continued stimulating her. Then she felt his tongue between her lips. He slowly increased the rhythm, working her pussy with both toy and lips. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm rising. Oh yes...

Then suddenly he stopped.

Dominic switched off the toy, stood up and stepped back.

"OK, punishment over," he said casually, walking past her to the bed.

"What?" she exclaimed. "I'm right on the edge, you bastard!"

"Poor little Miss Kim," he said sympathetically, "did you want to come?"

"Well, yes! It would have been nice!" He lay on the bed, tensing so his erection stood tall.

"Naughty little tramps only get to come when they're riding cocks," he admonished.

Chapter 2: Permission

Kim glared at him. Every nerve she owned was humming, her pussy ached from the toy and his tongue, and he was lying there, hard, smug and waiting. Fine, she thought. Two can play. She climbed onto the bed and moved to straddle him, ready to take what she'd been denied.

Dominic caught her wrist before she got there.

"Did I say you could?"

"You said riding cocks..."

"I said riding cocks. I didn't say on whose terms." He lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist, and felt her shiver. "Ask nicely, Miss Kim."

She opened her mouth to argue, and nothing came out. The ache won.

"May I... please?"

"May you please what?"

"May I please ride you." The words burned her cheeks, and her pussy clenched at having said them.

"Better. Hands behind your head, and take it slowly."

She obeyed, lacing her fingers behind her head, which pushed her breasts out and left her feeling gloriously exposed. His hands settled on her hips. She felt the tip of him against her lips, and he guided her down, slowly, one agonising inch at a time, until she was seated on him, full and stretched and trembling.

"Good girl," he murmured. "Now move. My pace, not yours."

Dominic held her hips and set the rhythm himself, a slow, deliberate roll that had her gasping within a minute. She wanted to speed up. He felt it in the strain of her thighs, and he tightened his grip and slowed her further. Her eyes went dark with frustration and want.

"Please," she whispered.

"Please what?"

"Please let me go faster."

"No." He smiled. "But you can ask me for something else."

Kim was so close that her vision blurred. He kept her hovering right at the edge, every stroke a fraction too slow, and she thought she might actually cry. She heard herself say it before she'd decided to.

"May I come? Please. Please may I come?"

"Go on, then."

He thrust up into her at last, deep and hard, and she shattered, her hands flying from behind her head to clutch his chest as the orgasm tore through her. He held her through every wave, then drew her down onto his chest, breathing hard.

Chapter 3: Amends

"Now," Dominic said, "amends."

He rolled her off him and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked up at him, flushed and dazed, and he pointed at the floor between his feet. She slid off the bed and knelt, obedient, her eyes never leaving his.

"First. You lied to get into my room."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Show me."

Kim wrapped her hand around his cock, slick from her, and took the head into her mouth, and she felt the stud on her tongue drag along the underside. He drew a sharp breath.

"Second. You were told I'd be an hour, and you let yourself in anyway." He threaded his fingers through her hair, not forcing, just holding. "Say it again."

She pulled back for a moment, her lips brushing him as she spoke. "I'm sorry."

"Better. Keep going."

He let her set a rhythm, then took it from her, a steady, gentle pressure on the back of her head that guided her deeper. Her eyes watered, but she didn't pull away, and the sight of her, glasses slightly crooked, lips stretched round him, was almost enough to finish him on the spot. He made himself wait.

"Third. You came into my room dressed like this and thought I wouldn't notice." His voice was rougher now. "Look at me."

She looked up. His jaw was tight, his stomach rising and falling fast.

"I'm going to come in your mouth, Miss Kim. And you're going to hold it there until I tell you otherwise. Understood?"

She couldn't nod, so she hummed around him, and she felt the shudder run through his whole body. She sucked harder, working the stud under the head, and he groaned, a deep, ragged sound, and his hips jerked. Hot pulses hit her tongue, and she kept her lips sealed around him until he was spent, then eased slowly back, his cum pooled warm in her mouth.

"Don't swallow," he said. "Let me see."

She opened her mouth, and his eyes widened. She held his gaze, and then she let it go. It spilled over her lower lip and slid down her chin, and she felt it run in a warm trail down her neck, some of it dripping onto her tits and sliding into her cleavage. She didn't wipe it away. She knelt there, wearing it, and watched him watch her.

Dominic had never seen anything like it. She was naked on her knees, glasses crooked, his cum shining on her chin and her breasts, and she looked entirely pleased with herself. It was possibly the filthiest thing he had ever seen in his life, and he was hard again before he'd caught his breath.

"Amends accepted," he said hoarsely.

Chapter 4: Gentle

"Up," Dominic said, and he lifted her onto the bed, wiping her chin gently with the corner of the sheet. He laid her on her back and knelt between her legs, and for a moment he just looked at her, hair fanned over the pillow, glasses abandoned on the bedside table, her skin flushed pink.

"The punishing's over," he said.

"Is it?" she whispered. "I was getting used to it."

"There's one more thing on the list." He lowered himself over her and kissed her, slowly this time, nothing like the hungry kisses at the door. "One last gentle fuck."

Kim wrapped her legs around his hips, and he slid into her, easy and deep, filling the space he'd been preparing all evening. She was tender and sensitive, but he didn't rush. He moved in long, unhurried strokes, his forehead against hers, his breath mingling with hers.

"Look at me," he murmured, and she did, and something shifted between them, the game falling away, leaving only the two of them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.

Dominic felt her tighten around him, soft and slow and inevitable. He didn't speed up. He stayed in that rhythm, and her gasp melted into a long, shuddering sigh as she came, her whole body softening beneath him. He followed a moment later, buried deep, her name caught in his throat, and held her until the last tremor passed.

EPILOGUE : Housekeeping

"Somehow it seems I'm still alive," Dominic said aloud. Kim giggled next to him.

"Was there a risk?" she asked.

"It was touch and go for a while," he replied. "What shall we do now?"

She placed a gentle kiss on his chest, and then he felt her hand caress his poor balls.

"You cannot be fucking serious!" he exclaimed. Again she giggled.

"There is no greater compliment a man can pay a lady than a pair of completely empty balls," she whispered.

Kim sat up, a smile forming on her lips. Her poor, neglected pussy felt tender but completely satisfied. She turned to him and leaned over to kiss him, a long, hungry kiss between two exhausted but very satisfied lovers.

"Time for you to go?" he asked.

"Well, my job here is done," she responded, gathering her clothes and starting to dress. "I'd love to know how you're going to explain the bedclothes to housekeeping."

"I won't have to. They've been told not to come before noon."

She paused, one arm in her blouse. "Told by who?"

He reached for his phone, found a message and held it up. It was from the front desk, sent on Tuesday: As requested, a Miss K will be given a key card to Room 412 if she calls. M.

M. Kim stared at the initial. A wink, a "never saw you", a grin a shade too sweet. Marie knew. Marie knew all along, and kept a perfectly straight face. She said nothing about it.

"You mentioned your hotel to me in passing," she said slowly.

"Nobody mentions their hotel in passing," he said. "I was hoping you'd have the nerve."

"And the hour?"

"I was in the bar downstairs for the first one. I wanted to see how long you'd wait." He smiled. "You lasted longer than I expected, Miss Kim. And you looked far too guilty, standing there with my shirt on. I couldn't resist."

"You absolute bastard," she said. "You planned this."

"Naughty little tramps aren't the only ones who need punishing."

Kim looked at him for a long moment. Then she dropped the blouse back on the floor.

"Then you'd better start," she said, "since housekeeping isn't coming until noon.