Kilt Fantasy

I glanced back to my musician, and he was smiling at me. I moaned as he withdrew his fingers, and I tried to regain some composure by smoothing my skirt back down my hips. He put his arm around me, and we strolled past the slack jawed business man. The man stumbled into the elevator, I could feel his eyes staring at me as I was led down the hallway.

"You are such a good slut," he said to me, gripping me tightly against him, "I'm going to reward you, my little kitten, let you come and come and come."

I tripped on his words, and he continued to propel me down the hallway, finally stopping at room 115. Quickly he had the door unlocked and open, and he shoved me through the open door into the dark hotel room. I stood in utter black, shaking in anticipation, and felt him shut and lock the door.

With a startled cry, I felt his hands reach around from behind me, to pull my dress up over my head, I raised my arms to help him, never once trying to prevent him from stripping me.

His hands ran over my breasts and down my stomach, branding me with his hot touch. His face was buried in my neck, and he was biting me and kissing me, I groaned, leaning into his touch and gently following his hands with my own.

"This is my body isn't it, I own all of you, don't I? Say it!" His hands claimed me, ending with him gripping my breasts and twisting the nipples.

I squealed aloud, but was able to gasp at the end, "Yes!" as I writhed around, rubbing my ass against his dick, once again hard and pressing into me. "Ohhh, yes I am, I'm yours!"

He bit me, fiercely, pulling his arms tightly around my neck from behind. I cried out, trying to tell him that he was choking me, but all I could get out was, "Yrrgh cckng mgh!", my hands meekly tried to unlock his grip.

I could feel my heart beating in my ears, ringing, deafening, as I tried to pull air into my lungs, as my vision began to get gray, I started to dig my nails into his arm, actually trying to hurt him and get him to let go. Vaguely, I was aware that he was grinding his dick into me, I tried to say something, but my vision was getting fuzzier, dimmer.

Then the world went black.

- - -

I was woozy, confused, last thing I remembered, I had been getting worked over by a sexy musician. Suddenly a few things became clear to me, I was naked, and I was tied to a chair, my hands tied behind me, and my ass scooted to the edge of the seat. My thighs and calves were also soundly tied to the chair. The only thing I could move, was my head, so I quickly scanned my surroundings, and noticed that he was kneeling in front of me.

I gasped, and jumped as much as my binds allowed. "What, what are you doing?" I asked him, noticing that he still had that grin on his face, my body melting underneath his gaze.

"I'm going to pleasure your sweet pussy," He said, running his hands up my legs, up my thigh and finally tracing my cunt.

Groaning, I let my body relax farther off the edge of the chair, allowing him more access to my pussy.

His fingers paused against my pussy lips. "Beg me." He said, looking into my eyes, making me ache and bite my lip.

"Please," it popped out without my thinking, "Please..."

He traced his fingers up and down my cunt. Parting my pussy lips and holding my gaze the entire time, "Beg me, beg me to let you come."

"Uhhhn," I groaned, feeling my pussy get wet, aching to feel his fingers inside me again. I held his gaze, my heart racing as I felt his fingers lightly stroking against my pussy, he leaned closer to my face.

"You do realize," he said, "that no one knows you're here with me. No one noticed that you left, or knows you came here with me."

His hand went down to the top of his kilt stocking, and pulled something out. It was a sharp, pointed blade, about 3 inches long. He brought it up to my face, traced the edge of my jaw with the tip. He smiled the smile of a predator about to kill something helpless. "I can do anything I want to you. How does that make you feel?" he traced down the side of my neck with the small dagger.

I couldn't breathe. I was breathing in short quick gasps, my heart was pounding. I could feel his dagger moving slightly on top of the pulse in my neck. And my pussy was starting to drip. I ached for him to have this control, I ached for everything he could do to me.

"I love it," I stammered. "I fucking love it, sir."

He smiled that deadly smile. "Good girl." He said. He dragged the edge of the blade down to my breasts, slowly tracing the outline of my nipples.

I shivered and groaned.

"I could hurt you," he said darkly, his blade jabbing me painfully between my breasts. "I could pierce your sweet skin, really make you cry, would you like that?" He looked up into my eyes, a fire smoldering in them that threatened to burn me alive.

"Oh... oh daddy, you can hurt me if you want." I breathed, "I am yours."

He grinned at me fiercely, "My good girl," he said, and began dragging the dagger down my belly, and onto my thigh. I was mesmerized by the reflective blade running down my pale skin. I was shivering, my heart racing, drunk on pleasure and terror as I watched him run the to a spot on my inner thigh. He pricked me, just enough to draw blood.

"Oh sir" I groaned, "fuck, please don't hurt me." I watched in fascination as my red blood welled up, then began to drip, startling against my white thigh. I started to pant, for some reason my pussy even wetter, and I glanced up at his face.

He was grinning at me, taking in my reaction, and then he glanced down at my thigh, and without warning he was at me, his mouth on me, latched to the puncture, and sucking my blood into his mouth.

I squealed and tried to jerk my body away. It hurt, the way he was sucking the flesh of my thigh, forcing more of my blood into his mouth, but it made my cunt squeeze deliciously. His face was right next to my pussy.

Then he stopped sucking my leg, and began to gently kiss the spot, tenderly licking it, I groaned and my body relaxed again, so close to coming, but the spot throbbing in pain. I could see a dark bruise beginning to form on my skin, bright against my thigh.

I looked at him, kneeling between my spread legs, his lips tinted red with my blood, and without thinking, I said, "I want you to hurt me, sir, I want you to hurt me bad, and no one would know..." in a far away voice.

He smiled like a hyena, and I knew I had made a mistake by saying that to him. But I didn't care, I wanted his delicious brand of love, the pain, the complete control over my body, the sweet anticipation of never knowing what he was going to do to me, but that no matter what I would love it. I groaned aloud, dropping my head back against the back of the chair.

I felt his breath against my cunt, and I was aching to feel his tongue running up my slit, teasing my clit, when suddenly he bit my labia.

I screamed, but it was half scream half moan, and just as suddenly he had released me, and was probing his tongue into my wet cunt. I was coming instantly, the constant hold between pleasure and terror were too much. I cried out as my cunt leaked and my body relaxed, the waves coursing through my body and my cries of passion the same pleading tones as cries of pain.

When I raised my head, panting, flushed, and drained from my orgasm, I saw him looking at me with a cold, hard, blank stare. My heart dropped, fluttered, and I waited for him to make the next move.

"Did I tell you that you could come?" His voice was gentle, but so harsh, so soft, but with so much promise, that I couldn't help but start to wriggle under his gaze, fighting the ropes and moaning.

He was back at my throat, gripping it with one hand, and pressing the tip of his dagger into my chin, "Huh? Did I fucking say you could come you slut?"

"Ohh, no, oh no sir," I wailed, frantic, terrified, "oh I'm sorry I couldn't help it!!" I gasped and cried, so aware of the point of his blade in my skin.

"I'm going to punish you now." He said, settling back, taking his hands away from my throat.

I was gasping, my mouth working open and closed as I stared at him, my pussy alive with anticipation again, "Daddy..." I moaned out, "Please punish me, I've been such a naughty girl."

My heart leapt into my throat when he looked at me, and I couldn't believe I had asked him to hurt me, but I wanted him to. I was scared of him, but I wanted him to push me to that fabulous line between pleasure and pain; then shove me over that line. I wanted him to shake me to my core, push me to my limits; and then give me the most mind shattering orgasms of my life.

He suddenly slapped my face, hard enough to sting, to cause me to bite my lip. "You are, my dirty, greedy, comehungry slut." His voice was so soft, I glared into his eyes, pissed that he struck me in my face, he grinned wider, and slapped across my other cheek.

"Ow!" I cried, the defiance of my glare gone in a flash, replaced by a pouting look of hurt and hunger, "I'm sorry sir..." I whispered, "I'm sorry I'm such a greedy slut."

He gripped my chin hard, pursing my lips out, his own face inches from mine. His eyes dark, hard, and dangerous, "Say it louder, whore."

"Ohhh.." I moaned louder, melting into his touch, my cunt on fire, "I'm sorry I'm such a greedy cunt, oh I'm sorry!" My eyes pleaded into his, begging him to forgive me for being so horny.

He had his dagger in his hand again, and while he was still holding my chin fiercely, bruising the flesh, he slid the blade under my ties and cut them away.

Blood rushed back into my hands and feet, and I slowly stretched out my extremities.

"Bend over, lean over this chair, slut." His voice was quick, precise, and sent sparks through me that I felt in my cervix; deep in my womb.

I slowly rotated, letting my ass slide off the chair, and without any grace, I rested my torso on the chair seat, and was awkwardly half kneeling, half standing, my arms hanging over the other side of the seat.

With quick motions, he had securely tied my arms to the chair legs, and on the other side, tied each thigh to the other legs. Effectively presenting my ass and my cunt to him.

I was immediately groaning, wet, hoping he would touch me, fuck me, let me come more.

He walked out of my line of vision, and left me tied to the chair. I ran through tonight's encounters, thrilling at each time his dick came for me, licking my teeth and biting my lip as I remembered the feeling of him making me come, with his fingers, with his mouth. Always twisted with pain, degradation, and pure bliss.

I don't know how long I was waiting. My legs were starting to get sore from the half crouch, half stand, and my breasts were sore from being mashed into the hard seat.

He was back. Standing by my head, tucking my hair to one side, trying to gather it out of my face. I looked at him, pleading, asking him to stop teasing me, daring him to keep teasing me until I couldn't take it any more. In his hand, he had a supple flogger. He was striking it firmly into one palm, that dangerous smile giving me a hint of what was to come.

"Oh daddy," I moaned, wriggling around without thinking about it, my pussy getting wet because of the look in his eyes.

"I'm going to beat you with this, my sweet fuckbunny, my slave." He said so sweetly, with so much love, that I immediately groaned. "Yes baby," he continued, "I'm going to hurt you. After each hit, you say, 'Thank you for hurting me sir.'"

Suddenly his hand was fisted in my hair, and he yanked my head back, "Do you understand you slut?" he growled.

"Yes! Oh yes!" I cried, excited by his anger; I wanted him to hurt me, I wanted him to use that lash against me, to mark up my skin, even if it hurt me.

With a wicked grin, he brought the whip whistling against my naked ass.

I squealed, nearly biting my tongue, and I was able to groan out, "Oh, thank you for hurting me sir!"

He whipped me again, and again I sobbed out "Thank you for hurting me sir!"

On and on, raining stinging blows on my ass cheeks, and the backs of my thighs. I was crying, calling out, nearly sobbing, but still managing to get out the words, though I didn't think he was able to understand me.

I was getting frantic, shaking and convulsing, yet held completely still by my ties. I just had to lie there and take his punishment, feeling each flash of pain, and the way my cunt squeezed and leaked when I thanked him for hurting me.

I could hear his ragged breathing, from the force of his blows, and also because I knew he was excited, bringing that flogger down against my flesh, seeing the bright lines and welts it left on my skin. Hearing the slap against my body, and my musical cries of pain and pleasure, incoherent as I begged him with my voice to stop hitting me, to keep hitting me, to hit me harder. I could hardly draw breath I was so excited.

I had no idea how long he was hitting me, but by the end, I was continuously yelping out my thanks, my moans blending into one long plea for him to end his torment of me.

Again and again, faster and harder, he lashed my ass, I was straining so hard against the ropes, I was sure that my arms and thighs were going to be chafed. I didn't care, my body moved of it's own accord, leaning back as far as I could into his swings.

Again and again, I cried out, only able to enunciate the words 'thanks' and 'hurt', but the rest was squealing, sobbing, moaning, and grunting melded together into a song of my submission and devotion to him. Finally the lashes subsided.

He came to stand behind me, and I whimpered and moaned and begged as his hands began to stroke the red welts and marks covering my ass and the backs of my thighs. As he eased a finger into my dripping cunt, I could hear him sigh, "Oh yes, my precious fuck toy, I love how you respond to me."

I groaned softly as he withdrew his finger, and I could feel him positioning himself between my thighs. I felt his dick probing into my hot cunt. "Oh please, yes please Daddy.." I cried, trying to raise my ass into him, feeling one hand running across my ass.

SMACK

I yelped with shock as he simultaneously whipped me, and slid his dick into my cunt.

"Oh you're so fucking tight," He said, running his hand across my smarting bottom as his dick twitched in me, "Your pussy feels so good."

I moaned and tried to press myself into him, my pussy was squeezing him, begging him to fuck me, but he just sat with his cock in me, letting me wail and throb and wriggle around him.

Without warning, I felt the sting of the lash against me, and I cried out, pulling against the restraints.

He reached forward and yanked my head back by my tangled hair, "Don't you dare flinch again, bitch," he ran the tip of the flogger across my ass, up each thigh, and down my spine, "If you flinch from me again, it is going to be so much worse for you."

His hand was still fisted in my hair, his dick still buried in my cunt, and I squeezed around him and couldn't help but groan.

"Yeah, you're my little fucktoy, and you'll do what I say." he said with pride, and wrapped my hair around his fist so he had a firmer grip.

Then he began flogging me. Being tied to the chair, having him yanking my head back and keeping me solidly against the chair with his dick inside me was heavenly when combined with the sharp pains raining down on my flesh. All I was was a fuck hole, a wet cunt ready to squeeze on his dick, and flesh to receive his sweet punishment.

I could feel his dick twitching in me, and I groaned as each of his blows caused me to contract around his cock.

He continued to beat me, raining stinging blows across my hips, my ass, my lower back, his hand still ripping a fistfull of my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my body into his blows; both from the flogger, and the thrusts of his cock in me. I could do nothing more than lay still, letting my body absorb the punishment.

Thru it all, my pussy was throbbing around his dick, and the way he was fucking me, deep and hard, was making my cunt start to fill with a looming orgasm. "Oh daddy," I managed to get out, half crying, half grunting, "I'm gonna come, oh please, fuck me!"

He responded by yanking my head harder, by fucking me deeper, slamming his dick into me, and by hitting me even harder with the flogger. "Come on, then, slut, come on my dick." He grunted as he fucked me as hard as he could.

His sweet torture was more than I could take, and soon my cunt squeezed, contracted, and leaked around his cock. I was coming, squealing, my whole body seeming to swell and throb with electric energy. He kept fucking me as hard as he could, kept pulling my hair, and kept hitting me; and I kept coming. It was like my orgasm wasn't going to end until he stopped, until he let me stop.

"Oh fuck, yes, hurt me, fuck me!" I heard myself crying out, my pussy tightening and relaxing around his dick. "I'm coming!!" I sang out to him, sure that he knew by the way he could feel the way my pussy was spasming and dripping, and by the tones of my cries; but I wanted him to know that he was making me come.

He didn't let go of my hair, but he finally stopped whipping me, and he began thrusting his dick in me frantically, grunting. I could sense his dick getting harder, filling with come, and I tried to relax and lay still; I wanted to feel it coating the inside of my cunt. He thrust into me harshly, and kept his dick buried deep in me, and I felt his cock jerk once, twice, three times as he spurt his hot semen inside me.

I moaned again, "Oh thank you for your come, oh thank you..." My body felt delicious. The afterglow of my orgasm made my whole body feel warm, relaxed, sleepy and content. I could feel the heat coming off my cunt, the deep feeling of fulfillment within my womb. His semen was leaking at my opening, and I tried to keep still, wanting to keep it inside me.

"You're so fucking beautiful, pet." His voice was behind me, and I knew he was admiring how I looked, tied with my legs open, my ass and cunt fully on display, my pussy red, aching, and dripping with come. Red welts and marks covered my body, and I was draped in the chair, almost falling asleep because I felt so relaxed and safe. I groaned and stirred when I heard his praise, and felt some come squeeze out of my pussy.

He walked up to my head, trailing a gentle hand up along my body, tenderly touching each bruise, I could hear him sighing in appreciation. I rolled my body to follow his hand as best I could, loving how sweet and soft his touch could feel on the aching welts he had given me.

"Oh yes.." I breathed, as he came to stand by my face.

It took me a second to realize that he was dressed again. I gazed up at him, confused, still clouded by my orgasm, questions written all over my face as I began to gently struggle against the restraints again.

"I'm leaving, fuckslut. I put your number in my phone, and if I want to use you again, I will contact you." He gently cupped my chin, forcing me to look up at him, "I'm leaving you, like this. The desk clerk is going to find you, all tied up. My marks all over your precious body, my come leaking out of you. He's going to know you're just a slut. That you want to be used. I'm going to pay him so he will untie you and leave. Maybe I'll tell him that he can use you too, huh slut? Would my toy like that?"

I started to pant as I stared up at him, believing what he said, and alternating between thrilling that he was leaving me to be discovered for what I was, and terror that someone else would see me like this. "Ok..." I breathed, unable to say anything else.

"Good girl." He said to me, and leaned down to kiss, tender, possessing, and marking me as his territory. He broke the kiss, and smiled down at me, that devilish smile that made me quiver with anticipation.

He stood, and walked briskly from my viewpoint. I heard a few seconds of silence, and I hoped that he had paused to take one more look at me, then I heard footsteps and the door opening. The room flooded with some light from the hallway, then brought me back to semi-darkness and silence as the door solidly shut.