Chapter 2 Beyond My Imagination

As we got to the hotel, my jaw dropped. I had only seen 5-star hotels on TV and sometimes when we drove past them on my way to school. The hotel was very magnificent; the top was painted like the sky after a rainy day. With little smiling clouds and a rainbow popping out from the edge of the building.

The woodwork was finely crafted with timber from the sacred forest of Beijing. The metals in the building looked like gold as they glowed. I shouldn't know stuff about buildings, but the curiosity in me is always blazing, and once in a while, a throng of topics avail themselves to me, and I can't help but flip through them.

This curiosity seemed to be worth it, as I could now put a label on the fancy things I laid my eyes on.

The reception was out of this world; they had like a thousand attendants, all smiling and welcoming us at each turn.

She said I had to clean up and look proper for her boss. I knew I was a mess, but who cared?

First, we stopped at a wax room, and she requested for the hair on my sensitive parts to be removed.

I screamed as the wax was pulled from my body, and I wondered what could hurt more than this.

Next, we went into a makeup studio, and my hair was washed and styled. My face was cleaned, and a little makeup was applied.

Who the heck was this boss?

Lastly, she had to change my clothes. The boss wants his lady to put on red lingerie with a loose gown that can be dropped with one finger. This earned an eye roll from me. This man must be a princess.

So far, I have been enjoying the treatment and attention. We shopped for the perfect lingerie, and we were on our way into the elevator to meet her boss.

Ding, the elevator stopped, and we walked to the third room on the 10th floor.

We knocked and waited for the response from her boss.

Immediately after the door opened, she walked away with a "have fun, dear," lining her back.

I walked in, and my jaw dropped as I saw the man she said was her boss.

Well, he wasn't a princess, but I'd get more waxes if needed. I subconsciously checked my legs to see if there was hair. Oh, the Sabrin, Nabin, Kabin-oh, forget her name. The wax lady did away with it.

He had green emerald eyes, and his shoulders were broad. He looked like a man who worked out. His perfectly chiselled jawline and the packs on his chest made my pussy quiver.

He was wearing a white armless vest that hugged his chest so tight, revealing his body.

He wore an Ash sweatpant that was slightly down his waist; his hip was showing, and I licked my lips at the thought of what lay below. I might not have experience, but I knew a fine, sexy man when I saw one, and heaven must have opened today.

He coughed, and I realized I had lost myself looking at the gift from the stars in front of me.

"Hi," I said, stretching my hands to introduce myself to him.

"Tasha, you are late," he said. Oops, it seems someone was not in a good mood, and there was no need to give my details as my name coming from him was all bliss.

His voice was husky, rich, and commanding. There was something about his voice that sent shivers down my spine.

"I am sorry we had to stop to get some things." I managed to tell him.

He looked at me, and I froze. His eyes ran through my body, and pools of sweat started to gather on my temple.

I sat on the sofa in the room, and he began to bring out some sex toys.

I saw a dildo, a whip, a vibrator, handcuffs, and a black veil.

I could not help but wonder what was going on.

He walked towards me, held my hands, and lifted me. I bent my face down, avoiding his gaze, but he lifted my face with his hands and placed a kiss on my lips.

I felt a hot sensation in my body. The part where I have never done this before, I intentionally left out to the lady who brought me here.

He kissed me more passionately, and I could not hold back anymore. I kissed him, and we were sucking each other's mouths fiercely. I couldn't lose to this fire, even if the only thing I'd ever kissed was my mom's cheeks.

He loosed my gown with two of his fingers, and my body was exposed before him. The bra barely covered my nipples, and the pants were a G-string. He looked at me and bit his lower lips. He pushed me to the bed and spread my legs apart.

He tilted my pants to the side and switched on the vibrator.

He placed it on my pussy and in a few seconds, I started to feel sensations on my body. My pussy throbbed, and I let out loud moans as the vibrations sent me out of this world.

He stood by and watched as I moaned and grabbed the bedsheets with both hands.

What sort of torture is this?

He moved towards me and kissed my lips again. He trailed kisses on my neck to my nipples. He removed the bra, cupped my breasts, and sucked precisely. I held his shoulders and pulled him up. I needed to taste his lips again.

He let go of my grip and cuffed my hands to both edges of the bed.

I could no longer touch him; I could only feel the vibration on my pussy and his warm mouth on my nipples.

He took the black veil and tied my eyes.

The feeling was so erotic that I moaned at the suspense of his actions.

I felt his soft hand circling on my pussy but not penetrating. I begged him to stop. I couldn't take it any longer, but my pleadings only fed his ego as he inserted the dildo slowly at the tip of my pussy.

I was very wet, but because this was my first time, he could not penetrate easily.

He tickled my pussy with the vibrator, and I squirmed with each short penetration.

He stopped, and I could sense him moving closer to me. He touched my lips with his hands, and as I opened up to lick his fingers, he inserted his dick into my mouth and held my head. Moving it up and down, choking my neck, and giving himself a hard-on.

He moaned and asked me to call him Zaddy.

"Zaddy, please take me; please fuck me," I pleaded to him.

He loosed the blindfold and stirred directly into my eyes

"Say you want me, Tasha."

"Say Zaddy, please; I want only you."

I could care less about what he wants; I could no longer take the torture of anything he wants.

"Zaddy," I called out seductively, "I belong to you."

"Take me Zaddy, make me scream out your name."

He positioned himself on top of me and gradually inserted his dick into my pussy.

Slowly and gently, he gained more access, and as soon as he was fully inside of me, he let out a loud moan.

"You are a damn tight girl, and I love it."

He rammed into me faster and harder as he gained more access to my ass.

I enjoyed every bit of him and did not want him to stop. There was pain, but there was also pleasure. I could feel the pressure climbing as my climax was not far away. He suddenly stopped.

WTF???

"What are you doing, Zaddy? Please don't stop."