Master's Command: 69 Submission

Under the dim, flickering light of the bar in a downtown hotel lounge, Olivia sat slumped in a leather armchair, sinking deeper into the cushions as she swirled the last dregs of her whiskey. Her mind was a blur. She'd been invited to a local master's academy's gathering by a colleague and she'd had nearly eight hours' worth of intensive listening to academia's most competent contemporaries. She had hoped for leverage to write, but instead, the volume of lectures had made her brain throb and her body ache. A sharp, husky voice rose above the murmured chatter around her. I need a woman tonight, he said, without preamble. Barely turned your head towards me when I sat down, but I've been watching you. I want you to suck my cock. And I'm going to eat your pussy. She felt a jolt. She looked up. The stranger stood balancing two empty glasses. His build was powerful, broad, and his voice was low and commanding. She let herself meet his eyes. He had a kind of raw magnetism, with a glint of something dangerous in his gaze. Will I get to come? Olivia asked, finally finding her voice. He raised an eyebrow at her boldness, smiling. Eventually, he said, his voice velvety and firm. But not until I'm done. I want you to come on my tongue. I want to feel your legs clamp around my head. I want to make you drip. She felt a shiver run down her spine. She'd never met anyone so direct, so confident. She took a breath. What's your name? She asked, setting her half-finished glass down on the table. Good. She didn't need the name. She wanted to know what kind of man he was—and wanted what he had to offer. Love was out of the picture; Olivia had left her hopeful dreams of finding the trope in half of the romance novels she had stumbled upon during her graduate studies behind. The man looked her over: her hair, her eyes, and her full lips. There's more to your questions. Buckle up, he said, then looked her in the eyes, answering her request for his name. Liam, he said. The look on his face was stern, yet his tone was smooth and intoxicating. This was the most seductive conversation she had ever imagined hearing. Then, imperiously, he ordered her to go to the hotel bar with him. The hotel rooms were close, and Liam wanted her tonight. It didn't take Olivia long to accept. After all, who could resist Liam's voice? Let the games begin.

Liam led her through the dimly lit hotel lobby, his hand firmly on the small of her back. Olivia could feel the heat radiating from his palm, seeping into her skin. He didn't speak, the silence filled only by their footsteps and the quiet hum of the building's air conditioning. Olivia felt a thrill of anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her body already responding to his dominance. They entered the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind them. Liam turned to her, his eyes dark with desire. He didn't touch her, but she could feel the magnetic pull between them, the electricity in the air. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "Do you like being told what to do, Olivia?" he murmured, his voice a low growl, his voice like incense burning in the air. Olivia swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She nodded, her heart racing. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Liam smiled, a slow, sensual smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "Good," he said, his voice firm. "Because tonight, you're mine. And I'm going to do things to you that you've never imagined." The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open to reveal the dimly lit hallway of the hotel's upper floors. Liam took her hand, his fingers entwining with hers. He led her down the hallway, his strides confident and purposeful. Olivia followed, her body aching with anticipation, her mind a whirl of lust and desire. When they reached his room, Liam turned to her, his eyes dark with lust. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. Olivia hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. But then, she sank to her knees, her eyes locked on his. She felt a rush of power, of submission, as she awaited his next command. He slid the key card into the reader, the light flickering green. He pressed the door handle down, and the door eased open. Olivia felt a rush of cool air, but didn't move. She waited, her knees aching slightly on the hard floor, her breath coming in short gasps. Liam turned to her, his eyes gleaming. She was ready.

Standing above her, Liam unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down, his cock springing free. He was thick, hard, and veins ran up and down his shaft. Olivia's breath hitched as she took him in, her mouth watering. He fisted his cock, giving it a slow stroke before stepping closer to her. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the bead of precum at his tip. Liam groaned, his hand tangling in her hair. "Take me in your mouth," he commanded. He pressed the head of his cock against her lips. Olivia parted them, taking him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucked him deep. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, but she relaxed, taking him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Liam's grip tightened in her hair, and he began to move, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts. Olivia moaned around him, the vibration making him groan. She could feel his cock swelling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. But just as she thought he might come, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. She looked up at him, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with lust. "Up," he ordered, helping her to her feet. He led her into the room, the door clicking shut behind them. Without a word, he pushed her against the wall, his body pinning hers. He kissed her, hard and rough, his tongue plundering her mouth. Olivia moaned, her body arching against his, her nipples hardening. He broke away, his breath ragged. "On the bed," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. She turned, crawling onto the bed. She felt him behind her, his hands on her hips, his breath hot on her neck. She shivered, her body aching with anticipation.

Liam's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pulled her back, positioning her on her knees, her ass in the air. He ran his palms over her curves, squeezing and kneading her flesh. Olivia could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against her thigh. She heard the rustle of a condom wrapper, then felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance. She was wet, soaking, her body ready for him. But Liam didn't rush. He teased her, rubbing the head of his cock against her slick folds, coating himself in her juices. Olivia whimpered, pushing back against him, trying to impale herself on his cock. But Liam held her steady, his grip firm. "No," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I set the pace." Olivia panted, her body trembling with need. She could feel every inch of him, the heat of his cock, the throb of his pulse. She wanted him inside her, filling her, stretching her. She was on the verge of begging when he finally, mercifully, pressed forward, his cock sliding into her inch by inch. She moaned, her body clutching at him, trying to pull him deeper. Liam groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against her. "Fuck, Olivia," he hissed, his voice strained. "You're so tight. So wet." He began to move, his hips rolling as he fucked her. Each thrust was slow and deliberate, designed to drive her wild. Olivia could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slid in and out of her. She could hear the wet, slapping sound of their bodies coming together, the raw, carnal symphony of their fucking. Liam reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, his touch firm and unyielding. Olivia's body tensed, her breath hitching as she felt her orgasm building. She was so close, her body coiling tight like a spring. But just as she was about to tip over the edge, Liam stopped, his cock and his fingers stilling. Olivia cried out, a sound of pure frustration and need. She looked back at him, her eyes wide and pleading. "Please," she gasped. "Don't stop." Liam's lips curved in a cruel smile. "I won't," he promised, his voice a low growl. "But first, I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want, Olivia. Tell me what you need."

Olivia's chest heaved with ragged breaths, her mind a whirl of lust and desperation. She locked eyes with him, her voice a desperate, breathless whisper. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Please, Liam. I need it, I need you to fuck my ass." Liam's eyes darkened, his grip on her hips tightening. The cruel smile on his face spread wider, more savage. He pulled back, his cock sliding out of her pussy. She felt his fingers, slick with her juices, pressing against her ass, rubbing slow circles around her puckered hole. She moaned, pushing back against him, trying to force his fingers inside. "Patience," he chided, his voice a low growl. She whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. She felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her ass, replacing his fingers. He pressed forward, the head of his cock breaching her tight ring of muscle. She gasped, her body tensing at the invasion. But Liam was relentless, his hips pressing forward, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. Olivia's body was stretched, filled, the sensation almost too much to bear. She panted, her fingers clutching at the sheets beneath her, her body aching with a mix of pain and pleasure. Liam began to move, his hips rolling as he fucked her ass. Each thrust was slow and deliberate, giving her body time to adjust to the invasion. Olivia moaned, her body clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slid in and out of her. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, her body on fire with need. She could hear the wet, slapping sound of their bodies coming together, the raw, carnal symphony of their fucking echoing in the room.