Miss Kim Part 3 : Kim Gets Even

He's used to making the rules. Tonight Miss Kim has a cane, two pairs of handcuffs and a very long list of amends. And somebody else has a score to settle.

PROLOGUE: Reception

"No, no messages waiting for you," confirmed the receptionist as she handed him his key card. He had texted Kim a week earlier to say he'd be staying at the usual hotel, but all he'd got back was a very perfunctory reply about "a prior commitment."

The receptionist smiled her usual sweet smile, holding eye contact a little longer than necessary. She was very attractive, with a slim frame, long dark hair and big brown eyes. So sweet and innocent. It would be fun corrupting her, but maybe another time. He headed up to 412.

He opened the door. Well, well. There she is after all, he thought, although there was no sexy lingerie in sight: a tight skirt, an even tighter blouse, stockings and stilettos. And glasses, and a short cane. Interesting.

CHAPTER 1: Rules

"Hi, Kim. I thought you were busy tonight?" he teased. She stood and strode across the room towards him with surprising confidence.

"First of all, you shall refer to me as Miss Kim. And I was busy, but it seems someone has been very naughty," she said, stopping in front of him. He went to speak, but she placed a single finger on his lips.

"This is how it works tonight, my bad boy. No speaking unless asked to. You obey my every command without question. And no pleasure for you until you convince me you've earned it." She was starting to feel at ease in the headmistress role. "Do I have your full and unconditional agreement?"

"Yes."

"Yes... what?" He heard a faint buzz from the handbag on the bedside table. Ohh, she's brought her toys. It could be fun playing along with this for a while.

"Yes, Miss Kim," he answered, trying to sound sorrowful and totally failing.

"Good, because tonight it's you who'll be making amends, and others who'll be reaping the benefits."

Others? Plural? What does that... His train of thought broke.

"Take off all your clothes. Slowly." She stepped back and returned to sit on the bed.

"Everything?" he replied with a smirk. She looked at him over the top of her glasses. She stood, walked back to him and this time circled him slowly.

"Oh dear. My instruction was very clear, and yet you question me." A short swish, a crack and a brief sting on his arse cheek. Oh, she's playing for keeps, he thought, and found himself oddly aroused.

"Sorry, Miss Kim. It won't happen again, Miss Kim," he said, trying to sound contrite and still failing. Just as well he couldn't see her smiling behind him.

"Continue," she said, returning to the bed.

CHAPTER 2: Cuffs

She sat back on the bed. So far so good, in fact way better than expected. Wait till he sees what else is planned. She sat patiently, watching him slowly reveal his taut, muscular body. She savoured reacquainting herself with his broad shoulders and chest... his flat stomach... his muscular thighs... all framing that beautiful, heavy cock hanging in front of those shaved balls. Just come here and let me fuck you now, she thought, then remembered her role.

He stood straight, waiting. She seemed lost in thought, gazing at him, before she came out of her daydream, stood and walked over. She slid the cane under his thick cock, lifting it slightly, and stroked the underside.

"Maybe we might have a use for this," she said. Reaching behind her, she released the clasp of her skirt and shimmied it down her legs, tossing it aside. She dropped to her knees and, lifting his cock with the end of the cane, licked the base and worked her way down, making sure to suck each ball in turn. She heard him sigh as she began a long, slow lick up the length of his erection, dragging the tongue stud along it.

This is more like it, he thought as her lips slipped over the head and she worked the underside with the stud. Taking him further into her mouth, she began sucking at the top of his shaft while her free hand rhythmically pulled at the sides and the cane teased the base of his ball sack.

"Oh God..." she heard him gasp. It should be "Oh God, Miss Kim," she thought, but I'll let that one slide. She could feel him getting close. A few more sucks and tugs and... she stopped.

"Why did you stop?" he demanded.

"Because I felt like it. And you shall refer to me as Miss Kim, remember?" she responded sternly. She moved to her handbag on the bedside table. Before he could respond again, he saw her take out two pairs of handcuffs.

"On the bed," she instructed. He seemed a little wary but complied, even stretching out his arms so she could cuff each wrist to a corner post of the headboard. She moved to the foot of the bed to observe her handiwork: him spread-eagled, ready to be abused. She made a show of slipping off her plain panties, then removed the constricting blouse, and moved back to the top of the bed.

"If you perform... adequately, I might let you come, my naughty boy," she teased, leaning down to kiss him full on the lips and letting his tongue into her mouth. "Seems your tongue is working fine. Let's see how good you can be when you try."

He watched her swing her leg over him, adjust her position and slowly lower her pussy over his face. Mmm, the taste of her again. Broad licks along her outer lips, then pushing inside, reaching as far as he could to taste her depths, then withdrawing to work her clit. His enthusiasm was rewarded with the sound of her moaning and the feel of her rolling her pelvis against him.

Jeez, she'd forgotten how good he was with his tongue. She had thought about releasing one of his hands so he could add his fingers, but she was realising just how turned on she was in the control role.

His face was a mess, soaked with the juice flowing from her. She must be close, he thought, redoubling his efforts, working his tongue deeper, pushing harder, flicking and twirling faster...

Bastard knows he's making me come. Fuck it, I deserve it. She stopped moving her hips and let the orgasm wash through her, letting him keep working. He might just be drowning.

He felt her roll off him and collapse on the bed beside him.

"Was that... adequate, Miss Kim?" he asked, confident of the answer.

"I think you've made a positive step towards making amends," she replied.

Suddenly they both heard a tap at the door.

"Ahh, perfect timing," she said, sitting up and moving to answer it.

"Er, Kim, what the fuck is going on?" he asked, very aware of how vulnerable he was.

"It's Miss Kim," she reminded him, and after checking the peephole, she opened the door. "And here is Miss Marie."

CHAPTER 3: Marie

Framed in the doorway was the receptionist. Young, sweet, innocent Marie, twenty-six and not nearly as innocent as she looked. She strode in confidently, grinning as she took in the view of him naked and handcuffed to a bed.

"Why is she here?" he demanded. The two women exchanged a glance and a smile, and then looked back at him.

"We're waiting," said Kim. He rolled his eyes.

"Why is Miss Marie here, Miss Kim?" The girls almost giggled.

"The floor is yours, Miss Marie," said Kim.

"Well, I am very, very disappointed," Marie began, unbuttoning her blouse as she continued. "For a year I've been checking you in each time you visit, trying to catch your eye." She dropped the blouse to the floor to reveal a white lacy bra, and carried on while unclasping and unzipping her skirt. "And even though I've arranged to finish my shift at ten, I've never had even a hint of an invite to your bed." She stepped out of her skirt, revealing matching white panties. "And just when I'm starting to think you might be more interested in Gerry in housekeeping," she said, slipping her bra straps off and releasing the clasp, "Little Miss bloody Kim, my closest and truest friend, bloody well rocks up."

"No offence," Marie added, turning to Kim and momentarily breaking character.

"None taken," Kim answered, also breaking character and grinning wildly.

"Who you then proceed to fuck within an inch of her life," Marie finished, dropping her bra. "How was that?"

"Pretty good. Now just the bit about making amends."

"Oh yes!" Marie turned back and leaned on the end of the bed. "How do you intend to make amends?"

"I'm sorry, I stopped listening when the bra came off," he said apologetically, his eyes not leaving her breasts. Marie looked down at her pert, medium-sized breasts hanging over the bed. Ahh.

"Miss Kim, it seems your tongue stud isn't the only piercing he's interested in." Marie stood and showed them off with a little shake, each nipple held erect by a bar.

"Don't suppose I could give them a little suck, Miss Marie?" he asked hopefully. Kim and Marie shared a glance and burst out laughing.

CHAPTER 4: Piercings

"Miss Kim, any suggestions on what I should do with this mess of a man?" asked Marie, her eyes returning to his naked body.

"Actually, I can thoroughly recommend sitting on his face," Kim answered, giving him a little wink.

"Ooh, now that could go a long way towards making up for all my disappointments," said Marie eagerly, removing her panties. As she climbed onto the bed, she watched his eyes tracking her nipples. They were sensitive, doubly so with the bars. If she could find a willing volunteer, she'd happily spend hours having them worshipped.

"OK, one quick suck, but no more," she said, and gently lowered a breast to his lips. He willingly took her nipple into his mouth, suckling it, gently tugging the bar and tweaking the nipple with his tongue. Marie couldn't help herself: a short sigh of pleasure escaped her. She withdrew and shifted so he could reach the second one. He took it more firmly this time, and she moaned. She moved back to the first, and he was firmer still, drawing an "Oh fuck." As she began moving back to the second, a cough from Kim distracted them from their mutual pleasure.

"Miss Marie, I think you might be getting distracted?"

Marie mouthed just one more and let him take one last suck, which drew a squeal.

He watched her raise her breasts beyond reach, and a glint of metal caught his eye. Nestling among her neatly trimmed pussy hair was another bar.

She positioned herself over his head, her knees stretched over his broad shoulders. I wonder how long it'll take him to... Oh God! Almost immediately his tongue found her clit, pulsing against it and turning the bar. The sensations were incredible.

He alternated between broad licks along her lips and pushing in as deeply as he could. Marie found herself breathing faster and faster, her pelvis writhing in time with his tongue, until the orgasm exploded through her with a low, guttural moan of ecstasy.

CHAPTER 5: Reward

Marie rolled off him, flushed and breathless. Kim crossed to the foot of the bed, tapping the cane against her palm.

"Well, Miss Marie? Has he earned anything yet?"

"Hmm. Adequate," Marie said, grinning. "He's very persuasive with that tongue."

"Isn't he?" Kim swung a leg over his hips. The cuffs rattled against the headboard as he realised what was about to happen. She took his cock in her hand, rubbed the head along her lips and sank down slowly, inch by inch, until she was seated and he groaned out loud.

God, he feels good, she thought, and I'm in charge. She rode him slowly, rolling her hips, watching him strain at the cuffs. Beside them, Marie knelt up and took one of Kim's nipples between her fingers, and Kim gasped. She quickened, her thighs trembling, until she came with a cry, clenching around him.

He was right on the edge. She could feel him swelling inside her.

"Please, Miss Kim," he breathed.

"Please what?"

"Please let me come."

"No." She lifted herself off him and sat back on her heels, and he almost sobbed. "Not yet. You haven't earned it."

"Miss Marie," said Kim, "your turn."

"My pleasure." Marie straddled his hips, facing him, her nipple bars glinting as she took him in one smooth slide. She was tighter than Kim, and she let out a long, shuddering sigh as she sank all the way down. He couldn't take his eyes off her, off the swing of her breasts and the bars. Kim stood by the bed and tapped the cane on the mattress.

"Eyes on Miss Marie," she said, though he hadn't looked anywhere else. Marie rode him faster, her breath catching, her hand slipping between her legs to circle the bar on her clit. It didn't take long. She came with a ragged moan, her whole body shaking, and her fingers dug into his chest.

He was even closer this time. She could feel him pulse inside her.

"Miss Kim, he's twitching," Marie panted.

"Off," said Kim. Marie lifted herself off with a gasp, and he let out a strangled groan, his cock twitching and slick between them.

"That is quite enough from you," said Kim. "You've been a very good boy, though. I think perhaps a reward is due, Miss Marie."

"Do you think?" Marie licked her lips.

The two women knelt on either side of his hips. Kim took the base of his cock in her hand, and Marie lowered her mouth to the head. They kissed around him, their tongues meeting along his shaft, taking turns to suck, one working the head while the other licked his balls, then trading places, again and again. He watched them, wide-eyed, unable to speak, the bed shaking with his trembling.

"Please," he managed. "Please, Miss Kim. Miss Marie."

"He's remembered his manners," said Marie.

"Eventually," said Kim. "Miss Marie, I think he deserves one last treat. Climb up here."

Marie moved up the bed, straddled his chest and offered him her breasts, and he took one nipple bar between his lips with an eager groan, tugging and licking as she shivered above him. At the other end of the bed, Kim bent to take him into her mouth, the tongue stud dragging slowly along his length. She sucked him hard, one hand pulling at the base, the other cupping his balls. He moaned against Marie's breast, and the cuffs rattled as he strained upward.

"Come for us," Kim said, lifting her mouth for a second, "and don't you dare stop sucking."

It was over in moments. He arched, groaning into Marie's breast, and his cock pulsed in Kim's mouth, once, twice, three times, and again, a long, hot flood of cum. She kept her lips closed around him, milking every last drop, then rose and crawled up the bed, her mouth full. Marie leaned down, and Kim kissed her, passing it across, their tongues meeting, a little escaping at the corners of their lips, and Marie swallowed with a delighted shiver.

"Mmm," said Marie. "Worth the wait."

"I told you he'd make amends," said Kim.

Below them, he lay limp and dazed, his chest heaving, a grin spreading across his face.

"Amends accepted," said Kim, and dangled the key to the cuffs from one finger. "Now, about the rest of the night."

EPILOGUE : Parole

Kim unlocked the cuffs one wrist at a time. He lay there, flushed and wrung out, rubbing his wrists, with his grin still firmly in place.

"Hmm," said Marie, tilting her head. "I'm wondering if we should have left him for Gerry. He's due round with the towels at eleven."

"Oh, I like that," said Kim. "Handcuffed and spread-eagled, a note on his chest saying Do Not Disturb, then Disturb Gently."

"Gerry would faint."

"Gerry would be promoted," said Kim. "Leave the cuffs on, and we leave a review."

"You wouldn't," he said. Both women looked at him, and he thought better of it. "Miss Kim."

"There's the Dominic I know." Marie smirked. "Dom. Not tonight, is it?"

"Not remotely," said Kim. "Dom has been demoted." She reached into her handbag, took out a folded sheet of hotel notepaper and dropped it on his chest. "Your terms of release."

He unfolded it. In Kim's neat handwriting, it read:

TERMS OF PAROLE

1. You are released on licence. This is not a pardon.

2. No booking the "usual hotel" without telling Miss Kim first.

3. Check in with Miss Marie at reception. She'll tell you what's expected.

4. The next stay will be conducted under the same rules, with additions.

5. Failure to comply will result in Gerry.

"Additions?" he said weakly.

"A lot of them," said Marie happily. "I've got a list."

"She's got a list," said Kim. "I've got a bigger one."

He looked from one to the other, and sat up slowly, and for the first time that evening, didn't try to sound in charge.

"Since you ask," said Marie, perching on the edge of the bed, "I told Kim everything the morning after your last stay. She's known for a month. She just waited until she could make you sweat."

"You planned this," he said.

"You planned the last one," said Kim sweetly. "I'm only matching it."

He had no answer. He fell back onto the pillows, laughing, and Marie took his tie from the chair and hung it round his neck, tying a lopsided bow.

"So," said Kim, "do you understand the terms, Dominic?"

"Yes."

"Yes... what?"

He sighed, defeated and delighted.

"Yes, Miss Kim. Yes, Miss Marie."

"Good boy," they said at once, and Marie turned off the light.