I told him a very similar story. I’d nearly got engaged about six months ago but realised that, Hugh, wasn’t what I was looking for nor him, me. W... parted amicably enough. We set off back to the hotel and Paul invited me back to his room for a nightcap. ‘I’d like that, thank you.’ I replied, ‘But I think this calls for more of a celebration so I’ll order a bottle of champagne for us. What’s your room number, Paul?’ Paul told the receptionist and we climbed up to his room. I so was wonderfully. “I prefer the term persuade,” he whispered. I bit my tongue, my eyes narrowing, at the childish thing he was trying to do. “So let me get this straight, you will tell people how much of a slut I am or else,” I mockingly said, raising my eyebrow. There was a rippling undercurrent of anger underneath each of my words. My long straight black hair had become undone and was fanning over my face as I remain pinned to the humming machine. “No girl just fucks some guy she just met,” he replied. His. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a dominant. I like you Harry, you're so hot and strong and yet you submit to me so easily. But we need to lay down some ground rules, okay? If you are uncomfortable with something, or you want me to stop at any time, just say 'red', do you understand?"She nodded adamantly. "If we're doing this, we do this my way. You do what I say, when I say it. I'm in charge. I decide what happens. Can you deal with that?"She thought for a moment then slowly brought her eyes. I also stretch myself, in the process my skirt rises up higher, you stare with lust filled eyes. I am enjoying at your cost, I sexily move my hips as my skirt rises higher even more.I wish you good night and pretend to be sleeping but I just lying thinking about how it would feel to have you touch me and feel you inside me. As if you have read my thoughts you switch off the lights and come and sit next to me. I don’t understand how to react so I just keep still making you believe that I am.