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I toss my phone on the bed and hurry to the door.“Who is it?”“Room service, sir.”Disappointment, then relief. At least everything will be ready when she arrives.“Just a sec.”I unlock the door and welcome a penguin and his cart into my room. He can’t be more than seventeen years old. He looks uncomfortable in his hotel-issued tuxedo. He stands silent beside me as I inspect the bounty. A heaping bowl of fresh fruit with whipped cream, cheese, crackers, various cookies and sweets. I lift a shiny dome, revealing a plate of chicken fingers and french fries. Its aroma takes me back. The smorgasbord surrounds an icy carafe of champagne and a pair of fluted glasses.“It looks great. Thank you.”“Enjoy your evening, sir.”Without taking my eyes off the cart, I hand the kid a folded Jackson as he walks toward the door. I grab a fry before replacing the lid. They’ve already wilted. I regret ordering the guilty pleasure and debate having Penguin take them back. But maybe she’ll—“Sir, I believe your daughter is here.”“Excellent! She can come—Wait. What did you say?”The possibility of being some young lady’s father is nonexistent. I have not spent my fifty-plus years celibate, but my accolades in the bedroom have been limited. Suffice to say, I would know if I had a daughter. Suffice to say, my head is now spinning. Figuratively, and literally. When I look across the room, she’s passed Penguin and stands at the foot of the bed.She’s stunning. I’m guessing about half my age, closer to twenty-five than thirty.  She is sheathed in a floral mini dress. It grabs the slight curves of her lithe figure. It barely covers her thighs, exposing her long, toned legs. Her hair spills over her shoulder and frays against her tight waist. The flowing tresses match the deep brown of her eyes. Her full şişli escort lips complete a face of natural beauty. Her striking features require little makeup. I can see her lips slightly curl into a smirk. I’m speechless. And confused.“Hi?”“Hello.”“I don’t mean to be rude, but you are?”“Neece.”“Nice. I’m—““No, Nice. Like the city in France. It’s short for Denise. Only I spell it with a Y.”“Y?”“I think it looks cool. Something different.”“No. I mean…I was just…Nevermind. Let’s start over.”She looks at me through gorgeous eyes. The smirk is now a sexy pout. I have to look away for a moment. I need to concentrate.“Hi, Nyce. My name is Brian, and I’m pleased to meet you. Are you sure you have the right room?”“Yep. 3414, right? The agency sent me.”“The agency?”The agency. Of course. Why didn’t I put the two together? Well, actually, a few reasons. The main one being the beautiful little vixen standing before me is a far cry from whom they told me they were sending over. And I couldn’t be happier. Have I mentioned Nyce’s lips? I can’t stop myself from taking a couple of steps toward her. I need to be close to her.“Of course, the agency. I apologize.”“Not a problem, Brian.”Even her voice is captivating. Sultry with wisps of innocence. It’s wet with seduction. I’m imagining her tongue, dancing behind her smile, then licking her lips. I’m hanging on her enunciation and cadence. I’m listening to her words, but I don’t know what she’s saying.“Brian?”“Yeah? Oh, yes. Sure…”“You ok?”“Of course. I was just—““Watcha got back there?”She looks me in the eye and then over my shoulder. She enters my space. She smells faintly floral. She’s not wearing perfume, but her scent intoxicates me. She drags her fingers up my arm and over my shoulder as she passes and leans over the cart.“Oh, şişli escort bayan that? I just got some things sent up, in case you were hungry or thirsty.”“Hmmm. Strawberries and whipped cream? Champagne? Are you gonna propose tonight?”“Nah. I didn’t know what—““Relax, Bri. I’m just kidding. You’re sweet. What do we have here?”Nyce lifts the silver dome, revealing the chicken fingers and fries.“Oh! Chicken fingers? And fries! Yum!”She giggles and I melt. She takes a bite out of the chicken, grabs a fry and lets it bend limply between her thumb and pointer finger. She puckers her lips into an exaggerated frown.“Tsk, tsk. This is unacceptable, Bri.”She’s right. I’m falling hard for her and I barely made it through our introduction. Unacceptable. I need to get my shit together. I walk away to the minibar. I need something to settle my nerves. I grab a few tiny bottles of Jameson.“There’s plenty of stuff in the fridge, Nyce. Can I get you something else?”“I’ll start with a glass of champagne, please.”“Sure.”I pour our drinks and make a toast to beauty (hers) and friendships (hopefully ours). I move the cart within reach and we settle on the end of the bed. We volley small talk until our glasses are empty. I grab her flute and put them down on the cart. With one hand on the small of her back, I lean in to kiss her.“Whoa. What are you doing?”She stops me with two hands on my chest. They are an extension of her body. Delicate and beautiful. Her glossy nails match the flowers of her dress.“I want to kiss you.”“Nuh-uh. Didn’t they explain the rules?”“I’m not allowed to kiss you on the lips? I thought that was only in the movies.”My heart drops. Nyce giggles.“You’re too cute, Bri. You’re my Daddy today. I have to do whatever you say. No questions asked. Use me and abuse mecidiyeköy escort me. I’m your little whore. Brian’s dirty slut. Daddy’s submissive cum dump.”“So, I can kiss you on the lips?”This time, she impedes my entrance with one finger.“I can see this is going to require some explaining. Bri, I am here to be degraded and abused. I am here to satisfy you and your obsessions, no matter how taboo they are. This is not a romantic tryst. I’m your pet. Use me. Don’t worry, we can go slow. We’ll take this one step at a time. Ok, Daddy? Don’t you have any kinky desires or fetishes?”I can’t think of anything to say, let alone the right thing to say. The simple answer would be ‘No, none that I can think of’. I could make something up, but what if Nyce sees right through me? Would she get up and leave? Again, unacceptable.“Of course I do. We could—“She presses her finger against my lips. I want to suck it.“Shhh. No more talking.”She stands and sways her hips while she turns around and offers me her ass. She hikes her dress up over her hips. She’s not wearing any panties. Her ass is divine. Her smooth, pale skin gives the impression of purity. I grab her hips and pull her into me. I squeeze a handful of flesh and give it a tap. She whips around and slaps my face. Hard.“I’m not going to break. Now take me over your knee and spank me, Daddy. Hurt me. I deserve it.”That’s how it begins. I’m not sure if it’s her slap that wakes me, but something has been awakened. I grab both her wrists and throw her over my thighs. I use my left hand to hold her head down, and I use the right to squeeze her tight ass. I massage the youthful flesh. I pinch it, making her wince. I do it again, harder and with a twist this time. She squeals. It excites me. I slap her ass. Her pale skin darkens to a painful shade of pink. She squirms as I spank her. Her moaning makes me hard. I continue until both cheeks are reddened. I release my left hand from her neck and she catches her breath. I wonder if she can feel my erection beneath her.

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