The first meeting...? (pt.1)

She lay in bed, a light sheet covering her, a warm night breeze blowing in the open windows. The phone ringing in the dark was not unexpected, but a shiver ran across her as she reached for it, picking it up on the first ring as her heart beat faster.
"Hello?"
"hello Baby Girl. Were you waiting for me to call?"
His voice made her smile, made her relax in spite of the constant vigilance to hear and obey his every word.
"Yes, Sir, I was."
"Good girl. Have you followed my instructions? Are you in bed?" He settled down in his chair, several hours away, his eyes dark and thoughtful.
"Yes, Sir. I am in bed, naked, " She had been counting the hours until the appointed time for his call.
"Is your pussy wet?" He asked her quietly, deliberately.
"Yes, it is..." A sigh escaped her lips.
"Have you touched yourself, while you waited for me to call?" He knew that she would answer honestly.
"No, Sir, You told me not to."
"Good. Now, close your eyes. Uncover yourself, I want you fully exposed." She quickly pulled the sheet to one side, pushing it down to the foot of the bed with her feet.
"Now. I am standing at the foot of your bed. Can you see me?"
"Oh, yes, I can" Her voice quivered in spite of her determination to keep it steady.
"Look into my eyes. You can see my eyes, can't you, girl?" He could hear he unsteady breath on the other end.
"Yes, Sir, " Her voice was soft.
"Start playing with your pussy. Rubbing your clit. Never take your eyes from mine."
A gasp escaped her lips as she touched her clit, already on fire from hearing his voice.
"Tell me what you see when you dream of our first meeting. Tell me the details. How does it start?"
Knowing he was not standing there in her room, but feeling his eyes on her, seeing in her mind his dark, intense eyes, watching her, she slowly started rubbing her fingertips in small circles around her clit.
She started slowly, a bit nervous, telling him the scenario that had haunted her day and night since their computer friendship had crossed the line into something much deeper.

They met at a restaurant, over coffee. They talked, small talk, polite conversation. Quickly it became obvious that neither of them were interested in the now cold cups in front of them. Without a word, he stood up, and tossing a bill on the table, led her outside.
Leaving her vehicle in the parking lot, she walked with him to his car. He opened the door for her, ever the gentleman, and instructed her to fasten her seat belt. As he got in on the driver's side, her hands were shaking so much she couldn't fasten her seat belt, and very patiently, he reached over and helped her, his touch like fire on her skin.
As they drove, the electricity in the car was like nothing she had ever experienced. A few minutes later they pulled into the hotel where he was
staying.
"Are you sure, Sweet Girl, that this is exactly what you want?" He could tell from looking into her eyes that she loved him, that she needed him. He wanted to hear her say it.
"Yes, Sir, with all my heart. All I want, all I need."
He parked the car and they entered the lobby where several men were sitting, talking. The conversation stopped as they walked by, his hand on her back, the electricity flowing from them. They walked silently to the elevator, and rode to his floor. Getting off the elevator, he stopped in front of his door and turned her to face him.
"This door represents the rest of our lives. From this point on, if you come inside, you are mine. Heart, body, mind and soul. I am the center of your universe, do you understand me?" He lifted her chin to look him square in the eye. All he saw there was total love, and unending devotion.
"Yes, Sir, I have known from the beginning that all I wanted, all I was created to do was to serve you."
He turned, and keeping one hand in hers, took the door key from his pocket, and unlocked the door.
"They entered the quiet room, soft thick carpeting under their feet. She stood, not quite knowing what to do, nervousness and excitement and so many unnamed feelings coursing through her body.
"Undress." He walked toward the bed, turned and stood facing her.
Never looking up, she slowly took off her clothes, one item at a time.
"Look at me" She slowly raised her eyes to look into his. She could not keep the need out of her eyes.
She stood, then, completely naked in front of him, neither embarrassed, or boastful, only open and willing.
"On your knees."
She slowly, gracefully went to her knees in front of him, feeling completely calm, and centered.
"Now, take my cock out, show me how much you want to serve me."
She reached out and freed him, taking his cock in her left hand and cupping his balls with her right. Leaning forward, she slowly licked around the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. She slid her lips around it, swirling her tongue underneath, sliding it deeper and deeper in her mouth as she stroked him with her hand. Taking his cock fully in her mouth, she sucked up and down, swirling her tongue around, and around.
Occasionally pulling back so that just the head was in her mouth, she then slid it quickly, completely in her mouth, her tongue never stopping.
"Mmm.. Yes, Baby, you are good." He tangled his fingers in the back of her hair, tilting her head to one side as he watched her sucking his cock.
Suddenly he pulled her back.
"Now. On the bed, on your back, legs spread wide."
She quickly got on the bed, and lay down.
He removed the rest of his clothing, and stood at the foot of the bed.
"Am I going to like the way my slut tastes?" He asked her, his voice low, and strong.
"Yes, Sir. You will." Her pussy, wet from sucking his cock, now overflowed, he watched a stream of her juices run slowly down onto the bed.
He eased slowly between her legs, his face close to her pussy but not touching her, anywhere. She wiggled, just a bit, but he saw it.
"Hold still. Do not move." He leaned closer to her pussy, she could feel his breath. The slightest wimper came from her throat.
"You want me to lick your pussy? Can you feel my breath? Ask for it... Beg for it."
"Please, Sir, please lick my pussy... Please!" Her own voice was unrecognizable to her, so full of need, and passion.
Slowly, deliberately, he started with small circles, all around her totally shaved pussy.
"Very good job keeping that pussy shaved for me, girl. " He continued to leisurely lick little circles around her pussy, feeling the tension as she fought to stay perfectly still.
With the tiniest bit of the end of his tongue he flicked her clit.
Instantly she cried out, and her body shivered, barely able to keep from raising her hips to meet his mouth.
"Hmmm. You like that, don't you?" He immediately did it again, this time running the tip of his tongue down, into the wetness of her folds.
Her hands gripped the sheets, white nuckles indicating the power it took to keep her from moving.
Suddenly he buried his tongue in her pussy, as she screamed out loud.
You can not come until you are told to, is that clear?" He raised his head to look at her face. "I am doing this for my own pleasure, now, not yours. I will tell you when you are allowed to come."
"Yes, sir, I know." Drifting back from where she had drifted, she answered him, not knowing if she would be able to hold back the powerful orgasm that threatened to course through her. She had to, she would not disobey him no matter what it took. No longer conscious of the room around them, or even the bed, she felt nothing but where the power of his touch electrified her.
Burying his tongue inside of her, he pulled out to suck her clit.
'Aaaah! Please! Please let me come!" She was desperately holding on, his tongue sending her to the brink, only a shred of self control kept her from leaping over the edge.
"No!" Suddenly he was on his feet. "Roll over, on your hands and knees."
She heard him rustling in one of his bags, nervously trying to steel herself for what she knew was coming. She felt, rather than saw him standing beside her. Reaching out, he ran his had over her smooth ass, first one cheek and then the other.
"Girl, you knew that this would be part of it. I will spank you when and with what I please. You are to take it, and embrace it. Give me more of yourself." He reached back, and in one move delivered her first spanking, making her breath catch and a cry escape her lips as if she had just taken the first breath of her new life.
To be continued