To my surprise, he caught one of my arms in the air and clutched my wrist tight. “Ouch!”

With his free hand he pulled my body close to his, holding my other hand behind my back. Looking down at me, he sneered, “You want kisses? You will have to earn them, my dear.”

I huffed indignantly, but a voice in the back of my mind asked, What did I expect? This man and I were not engaged in a romance-and-flowers courtship. In fact, quite the opposite was true. My purpose was to serve him, to submit to him. There would be no changing the rules here with this man.

I tried to center myself and remember what to do. His handsome looks swept me off my feet, and for a moment downstairs I felt like the heroine in a romance novel, instead of the sex slave I’d agreed to be in real life.

“Sorry, sir.”

Pressing on my shoulder, he forced me to my knees before turning and pressing a button that halted the elevator. When the elevator creaked to a stop, panic set in. If the elevator ceased to run, the hotel would have people working to fix it. In a matter of minutes, they would be overrun by workers trying to get the elevator operational again. The hotel staff would probably know they did it. How embarrassing! Really, they needed to get to their room where they could be alone together in private.

“Hands behind your back,” he said, as I knelt on the floor. His voice was mild, which helped calm me.

“Quentin!” It was the first time I’d said his name aloud, and I hated that it was said in protest.

“Sophie,” he said my name with an exasperated sigh, and my heart sank. We were off to a bad start. “If you don’t want to do this…”

I pictured him getting off the elevator at the next floor and walking out of my life forever. Desperation sprang up inside me and I blurted out, “I’m sorry, Sir.” And I clasped my hands behind my back.

I tried to quiet the pounding of my heart by clearing my mind and staring straight ahead like a robot. Don’t feel, just obey. Ignore everything but him. Trust him.

He placed a hand on my head, not exactly petting me like a dog, but reminding me my place was beneath him. On my knees. My pussy creamed, and I licked my lips as I heard the zipper to his pants.

“Open your mouth.”

It was a simple command, and I obeyed. Before I knew it, he’d opened the front of his pants, and his cock sprang through the hole in the front of his underwear. Suddenly my mouth went dry and I had to close it to swallow. I opened it again quickly, but instead of giving his cock to me, he slapped me on my cheek with it.

A surge of frustration and desire rushed to my groin. I pushed my tongue forward, hoping he would let me at least lick him. I wanted to taste him.

Another slap, first on the same cheek, then the other. I groaned.

“You’re such a greedy girl.” He held the beautiful mushroom head of his cock centimeters away from my mouth, so that I could tilt my head forward and lick it. A tiny bead of pre-cum topped the head and I slurped it up. “I like that about you.” He pushed his cock toward my face, and with his fingertips guiding me, slid it between my lips.

Hungrily, I devoured him, my mouth quickly filling with saliva as I worked the underside of his shaft with my tongue. His hips pressed into me, fucking my face at whatever pace he chose. I relaxed my throat as best I could so I could take more of him. When his prick hit the back of my throat I heard him make a strangled noise that I interpreted as positive reinforcement.

One thrust went too far, igniting my gag reflex. A chilly tremor rankled through my body and my nipples hardened with a ferocity that made my breasts cry out to be touched. I heard him chuckle and go deep again. My throat accommodated him this time, but soon I struggled to breathe.

At the very moment I was gasping for air, it occurred to me that the elevator would more than likely have cameras installed in it. I pictured the hotel staff gathering around watching Quentin fuck my throat, with me on my knees, worshipping his cock. I imagined the onlookers high-fiving each other, and I made a squeaky noise of protest as my Master continued to take my mouth and use it for his own pleasure.

The experience made me feel, at the same time, humiliated and more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. A part of me wanted him to stop, wanted to never have agreed to do this in a public place, but the part of me that took over wanted to be his slut, wanted to be taken by him whenever and wherever he saw fit. I liked giving the control over to him and letting him use me like this. It gave me a high that doing what was expected of me never had.

“I’m going to shoot my load down your throat, you little bitch.”

I managed a slight nod, but I felt weak again, dizzy with lust, and I let go of my hands behind my back and dug my fingers into his thighs, holding tight to steady myself.

His legs were muscular and solid as tree trunks. I clung to them, and when I felt his seed coursing through his penis and finally down the back of my throat, I felt a peace and happiness that I’d never experienced before.

He pulled out an inch or two. “Clean it.”

I lovingly laved my tongue around his softening penis, licking and swallowing every drop of cum on him, which wasn’t much because he’d deposited most of it deep at the back of my throat. What there was tasted salty with a hint of sweet, precisely what I would have expected to come out of him.

Removing himself from my mouth he tucked his dick back in his underwear and his shirt back in his pants. Then he pressed a button on the elevator that made it start moving again.

I wiped my hand across my mouth, trying to clean myself up, then I tapped him on the leg and stretched out my hand for him to help me to my feet.

He winked at me. “You stay right there, princess.”

Before I could process what he was saying, we went up two floors and the door opened. Two businessmen stood in front of us, arms crossed, waiting for the elevator. When they saw me on my knees, their eyes lit up and I saw one of them bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud.

My face felt like it was on fire, and when Quentin turned and offered me a hand I considered not taking it, but struggling to stand up on my own after rejecting his help would only make me look even more foolish. I took his hand, stood up as straight as I could and said, “Thank you.” Looking past the men, I kept my eyes forward, and without saying another word, followed Quentin to the hotel room.

Even the way he inserted and pulled back his key card had a sexual undertone to it, and I wondered if he had perverted my brain for life. “Come in,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just humiliated me in public.

I crossed over the threshold into the hotel room, which was beautiful and luxurious, all clean, modern lines and muted colors. Standing with my arms crossed over my chest, I asked, “What the hell was that back there?” I hooked a thumb in the direction of the elevator.

“To what are you referring?” The opaque look on his face made me want to punch him.

“The way you wouldn’t help me up off the floor. You wanted me to be humiliated, wanted those men to see me, to know that I ‘serviced’ you in that elevator.”

“So what if I did?”

“Ugh! You’re such a perv! And you know that they probably have cameras in there. There are probably people who work in the hotel, watching that right now and laughing.”

He arched a brow. “The cameras. I hadn’t thought of that, but that adds a nice touch, doesn’t it?”

I glared at him.

“As for being a perv, that’s old news. In fact, I was under the impression that was what you liked about me. Come here.” He beckoned me with his index finger.

Slowly, I plodded toward him, a frown on my face.

He took me in his arms, the way I had wanted him to when we were first alone in the elevator. He positioned my arms around his neck then held me around my waist, and even though I’d fantasized about this moment a thousand times, the real thing felt so much better. “What do you think those men thought when they saw you on your knees?”