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Chloe slid the key card into the slot. The little green light blinked twice and she heard the click. Pushing open the door, she struggled to get in to the sitting room with her computer bag and bucket of ice. It had been a long, mentally draining day but now she was home, at least whatever hotel was home that week. Placing her keys, key card, and the filled bucket of ice onto the wet bar, she thought of his text, the instructions. “get ice, fill a bucket, bring it back to the room.” Smiling wide, she reached into the mini fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Picking up a glass from the back of the bar, she filled it with ice, and poured water over the cubes. She savored a sip, enjoying the coolness on the back of her throat. With the glass in hand, she walked into the bedroom glancing in the floor length mirror as she passed it. Black, always black. Black fitted jacket, black straight skirt, five inch black heels. The black was in sharp contrast to her fair complexion and blonde hair. The heels made her short legs look long, sleek, and sexy. Powerful. She was in total control, always. With a no nonsense mannerism, when she walked in people listened, important people. Yet, he was capable of having her at a loss of words and on her knees, begging, in no time. She smiled, giggling. And she loved it. It was a complete 180 degrees from past lovers, from her daily career, from her everyday relationships. He was the only one that had been able to affect her in such a way. There was something calming and relieving to give it all up to him. Her mind settled, she belonged. It was amazingly unreal yet incredibly tangible. Setting the glass down on the night stand, Chloe began the mundane motions of undressing, unbuttoning the suit jacket, unzipping and wiggling out of the snug skirt, all as she kicked off her heels. Walking to the closet, she hung her clothing. As always, she left her shoes where they dropped. There was just something sexy about that. The garter altyazılı porno was next to go as she unfastened her sheer stockings from it. The black stringy undergarment was tossed towards the opened suitcase on the other side of the spacious room. She slid the silky hosiery down each leg, ever so slowly, watching the glistening material reveal her pale skin. The smooth feather light touch so erotic, reminding her of his tantalizing fingers flitting over the soft plush skin of her inner thigh. She felt herself moistening. She draped the silk stockings across the back of the sitting chair in the corner. Glancing around, the room could have been the backdrop for a soft porn scene and that stirred her thoughts, thoughts of him and their time together. What was it about him? From that first meeting, when he looked at her and told her what time he would be picking her up. No asking, just a statement. She remembered thinking “what an arrogant ass” and feeling a flash of anger. But the memory at the forefront of the exchange was that instant gush between her legs as she gaped with disbelief at his bold presumption. How the hell did he do that? He managed to get her to go out with him, angered her, had her panties drenched and in a wad in under five seconds. That…was a new record. Most jackasses would have been reamed out, a who-the-hell-do-you-think-you-are cut down. She looked at him and, even in her anger, she knew he was different. The whole problem, at that time, was she wasn’t sure what that difference was. What she knew, for sure, was that she was going to find out. She’d be ready at the time he stated, dressed to kill, and she was going to figure it all out. Put the arrogant ass in his place. HA! Chloe’s feeling of giddiness was building. He would be calling soon. She needed to ready the room, the bed, and cease the day dreaming. She grabbed a bath towel from the rack and spread it across the bed. She placed her vibrator on the edge zenci porno of the terry cloth. With thoughts of him, the day’s tension began leaving her body, ebbing away like high tide rolling back from the beach. By scheduling their travels so that their paths crossed often, they had seen each other several times a month for the last 8 months. This past month had been more difficult, so the phone had to suffice. If Chloe was honest, it had brought her better awareness of her womanhood, of where and how to touch herself, of how to have more control over her self-induced orgasms, and the nuances in his voice and silent pauses had become easier to read. He had confided to her that he could more easily interpret her whimpers, moans, breathing, even her silences. She was sure when they did touch each other again, it would be more expressive, explosive, and powerful. Looking at the bed, she felt a wave of warm fluid between her legs. She looped her fingers into her black thongs and swept them down her legs, kicking them towards her shoes. Reaching around her back, she unhooked the black lace bra as she heard the phone ringing. Chloe tossed the bra onto the bed and reached into her computer bag for the phone and Bluetooth. Fitting the device to her ear, she answered. “Dammit. I am already breathing heavy.” She thought. Smiling brightly, she exhaled a winded hello. Chloe heard his deep voice. “Hello, babygirl. Have you been a good girl today?” She nodded, nervously. Suddenly realizing he could not see her, Chloe answered, “Yes. I have been, very.” She giggled. She couldn’t help it. Oh, the excitement. How did he do this to her? “Has your day been wonderful?” Chloe heard the smile in his voice. “Even better now that you called. How ‘bout yours?” He answered in the affirmative and they continued to catch up with the day’s events. Even this was paramount to her, making her feel like she was important to him, included in aldatma porno his life, significant, loved. Her need to feel that inclusiveness with someone special ran deep. The unexplainable immense desire to please him, to gain that acceptance, had Chloe questioning things she did throughout the day, wondering if he would approve. She knew her screwed up childhood lent to most of these insecurities but she also knew some was part of her makeup, an innate quality. She needed that one person to uncover and dig out her submissive, hold her hand and show her the way, help her enjoy it. Someone she could let go with, completely give herself to, free herself, allow herself to just…be. She also knew that she did not give to just anyone, very rarely actually. She was meant to control to a certain degree, to lead, as that was often the role she fell into without speaking or asking to be there. She was quiet by nature and performed well under stress. She was the one most others in her life turned to when tough decisions needed to be made, ones that seemed cruel at the time. She was strong enough to make them and follow them through. He was stronger, more dominant than other men she had met. He was decisive and authoritative. If needed, he would be the one she would turn to for help or a decision. She felt his power just under the surface. It spoke to her core in some primal way. She could not explain it but she felt a connection at a fundamental level. To her, he was extraordinary. As they talked, she climbed on to the bed. She asked his opinion on a few things and he, of course, gave her his take on the matters. He was always gracious enough to allow her to make her own decisions, encouraging her to grow. “Get naked, now,” he commanded suddenly. “I am. I’m on the bed.” “Where’s the ice?” “At the bar. But, I have a glass here…with water and ice next to the bed.” “You are a good girl. I can’t stay today, I have another damn meeting. But, I want you to do something for me. I want to watch you. I want you to imagine me sitting at the foot of the bed watching you. I want you to tell me what you are doing and the sensations you are feeling. Everything. Paint me a picture of your play. I want you to enjoy the ice, fully.