Money is Power (part 5)

I woke up feeling rested, hungry, and a little confused. I wasn’t in my regular bed. I was in a hotel. Then full consciousness and reality gave the dream world a slap to the back of my head and I remembered everything. I smiled.

I was in a mid-floor room at the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas. I reached my hand to the other side of the bed and felt what I knew to be the slumbering Mindy. Mindy and I had worked for the same company for more than 10 years. I was leaving the company because I had come into a great deal of money, and really didn’t need to work anymore. Mindy needed $30,000 because she had a gambling problem. Her problem became her church’s problem when she embezzled the 30K from them. This was about to become the problem of her boyfriend and co-homeowner (why this church couple isn’t married is beside me), because he is the church treasurer and has no idea the money is missing. The annual audit of the books is Monday.

Today is Saturday morning and Mindy and just spend the first evening earning her 30 large by being my sex slave. That would explain my grin. The time, 10 AM, would explain my hunger. Now why the feeling of confusion? Now it was my subconscious turn to issue it’s own bitch-slap, and it hit me. Mindy was supposed to have come up with a creative way to awaken me this morning. I warned her that her cute little ass depended on it.

I looked to the other side of the bed and was rewarded with the sight of her bare chest. Mindy has a very nice rack. She is in her mid-thirties, but could pass for younger. Her bare breasts could as well. They sagged just a bit and were capped by pink half-dollar sized areolas, and the nicest erasure-like nipples I had ever seen. They were just made for sucking and tweaking. So, I reached over and started to twirl one between my thumb and forefinger, watching it get hard. She stirred a bit, probably just seconds from full realization and then I twisted it; hard.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” she cried in pain.

“Good morning, sunshine” I said with false brightness “Weren’t you supposed to wake me in an interesting manner this morning?”

“Shit!” she said as she rubbed her sore nub “I must have set the alarm wrong! Please, I’m sorry!’

“This won’t do. It just won’t do” I said matter of factly “We are going to have to make sure this doesn’t happen again”

She looked crestfallen and beaten. I had taken out my displeasure in the past on her shapely bottom. Mindy had a classic hour-glass figure, long tan legs that draw the eye of every heterosexual male, and a taut, high, heart shaped ass that caused traffic accidents when she was in pants. I saw no reason to alter my routine, as I really enjoyed spanking and fucking that ass.

“But, first. I have to take a nature break” I said as I got out of bed and delivered a loud slap to her bare ass.

I finished with a shake of my Johnson, and was about to walk back into the room, when Mindy appeared and was going to go past me.

“Where are you going?” I asked

“I have to go, too.” Mindy replied.

“Nah. You can hold it while I paddle you ass”

“Please.” She said starting to get a little emotional “I’ll pee myself. I won’t be able to hold it. Please.”

I didn’t particularly want her to soil the carpet or me, but I didn’t feel like giving her an inch either. She needed to remember, that I was in control.

“OK. You pee first and I used the ping pong paddle on your ass. You pee after we are done, and I use my bare hand. You piss on me or the floor; I finish with the riding crop.”

I had never spanked her with my hand. Her first spanking had been in my office back home, with a ping pong paddle that I made her go buy. It hurt like hell, but it was nothing compared to the riding crop, which could lay her ass raw and bleeding.

She looked anxious and resigned all at the same time.

“I’ll go pee and take the paddle” she said in exasperated sigh.

I followed her in the bathroom. She had planned to close to door, but she could see that was not happening, so she just went over to the toilet and sat. We had both slept naked, so there was nothing in the way.

“Don’t start, yet. You aren’t ready” I began

She thought about asking why, and thought better of it. I did not hear the stream of water, so she was doing what I demanded. I walked over, stroking my cock, straddled her, and put my rod right in her face.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful, first” I said.

It was very clear what I wanted and she opened her mouth to accept my cock.

“When my balls are on your chin, you can piss. If I cum, you can piss. If I hear water and my cock is not drained or down your throat, the deal is off and I will beat your ass raw with the riding crop”

This was somewhat of a bluff. I had used the riding crop on her, but only of a few lashes. I had even taken it easy on her with the force of the blows. There is a limit on how much pain anyone will take, and I thought it likely if I pushed her past her limit she would call this whole thing off, go home, and just take her chances with the court, the church, and her boyfriend.

But, she didn’t know that, and Mindy started working on a rhythm that would relax her throat enough and let me slip all the way down. Mindy was not a talented cock-sucker. She was much too pretty to have to do anything sexual that she did not want to. And she did not like giving head. But, she wanted to pee, and that gave her incentive to do a good job.

She ignored my knob and put her tongue on the underside and began to apply as much upward pressure as she could, while she bobbed and sucked. With each downward bob of her head she got a little bit more of me inside. My thought was that she would try to drain me, but she must have had to really go. But not being fluent in French, Mindy had to work at this. And it felt so good.

In my cock went and then back a bit, and then a little deeper, then back. She picked up the pace some and I was soon hitting the back of her throat each time. She fought her own gag reflex, and after the fifth bang or so, she went for it, and her nose was buried in my pubic hair.

I immediately heard water and she stopped sucking. That wasn’t very satisfying, but I had set the rules. Getting an evil thought, I put both hands on the back of head, thrusted forward, and pulled her into me.

“Let me help you” I said. “Tell me when you are done.”

There was not much deeper I could go, but I taken over control and she could not breathe. I figured panic would set in and it did. She began to try to pull out, but I held fast. With her twisting and making noises trying to yell, I wasn’t sure if I heard water or not, so I asked?

“Are you done yet, Mindy” I said in a sickly sweet voice.

She tried to say something, realized that was a bad idea after a few seconds and just started to nod furiously. I held for just an extra second, and then released her head and she pulled off my still rock hard cock.

“You moth….’ She caught herself. I was about to spank her and she did not want to earn any extra. So her voiced turned whiny, and she complained.

“I couldn’t breathe! That was mean!”

“I know. But, how nice was it for you to steal from your church? That was money that was going to help the poor and unfortunate. Instead it went to the mountain casinos, back home”

I was playing to her conscience. I did not want her backing out. I wanted her remembering that she had earned all I was giving her. That thought would make her that much more willing and I would have a much better time.

“OK, then. Time to see how red we can make you ass.” I said in my matter of fact tone.

I went over to the room sofa, sat down and said

“Across my knees. You have been a very bad girl, and you need to be punished”

A little cliché, I know, but I had never done this before, and it really got my dick hard.

She walked over, almost in tears already and weakly said

“Please don’t do this”

“Hurry up, or you earn double” I said adding an edge to my voice.

She gave in completely, and draped herself over my lap. The sight of her willingly offering her bare bottom to do with as I pleased was almost overwhelming. I had thought I was going to use the paddle. I had grabbed it from the goody bag as I had walked out of the bathroom. But as I gazed at her ass, I decided I wanted to feel the flesh of her luscious ass on my hand. I wanted to feel the domination as my hard, flat hand, beat her soft bottom into submission. I wanted to see it give and the spring back up, as if to ask for more.

I put my left hand on her outside hip, and gently rubbed and squeezed her ass cheek, with my other hand. I felt both the hardness and curve of her hip, and the soft swell of her beautiful ass. I moved my hand to other mound and caressed and kneaded that one as well. I owned this ass, I could spank it. I could rub it and caress it. I could call this off, bend her over the arm of this couch and drive my staff deep inside and she would let me.

Slap! Went the first swat. It seemed to happen of it’s own volition. It was like I had not thought to do it, but my right hand had decided for itself what direction would be taken. That first blow left a clear red mark on the far cheek. You could clearly make out the fingers of my hand. Mindy had jumped at the pain, but did not cry out. She was likely prepared for much worse, and she might even be thinking that this would not be so bad.

I thought she was wrong.

This time my right hand was a tool for my mind and with clear forethought I delivered another swat, harder, on the same cheek in, in the same area.

“Slap!” It came with a gratifying sound. Mindy had not jumped ...

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