CHAPTER ONE

Who she is, is a good question. What she is, you can decide for yourself. Where she is, is waiting for me in a hotel room, downtown. She's supposed to be wearing her best black French bra and matching panties; her sluttiest makeup; that perfume; those heels. Who knows what she'll actually be wearing; she's that kind of girl. By that I mean, she's the kind of girl that doesn't understand why she gets things wrong all the time.

Ellie will be on her knees by the door, forehead on the floor, hands near my feet, palms down, heels and knees together. She is well-trained and very accomplished. She waits for me.

From check-in on Friday till check-out on Sunday I own every inch of her. As I open the door I am intensely focused on drilling this fact deep inside her lovely head. Fortunately, the right girl can really bring out the wrong in me, and she is the right girl.

I grab her by her long, black, wavy hair and drag her to her feet. She's wild-eyed, shocked by the suddenness, but not afraid, not yet. I let go of her hair and put my hand on her throat, slowly increasing the pressure while my face inches closer to hers.

Speaking to the Teen-Princess/Nightmare-For-The-Last-Four-Months inside her I say, "Don't be afraid, kitten." I kiss her softly.

I push myself away from her, putting more pressure on her throat. I give her a brief inspection. I look her in the eyes and in a flash she's looking at the floor. Letting go of her throat I take her wrists in each hand and twist them behind her back. She squirms as I take both her wrists in my grip. I give her a steely gaze that comes from deep in my gut. My spine stiffens. She doesn't want to look but I wait.

The waiting makes her crumble; I trained her to do that. She finally looks at me. I put my fingertips on her lips and smear her lipstick in ever larger swaths. "This is mine', I say, pressing on her mouth. I reach behind her back, unhooking her expensive French bra. "These are mine", and I slap both her tits. While she yelps I slip my hand inside her panties and quickly force my fingers into her cunt. But I don't have to force anything, she's so wet. Reaching up and pressing on her G-spot I tell her, "This, is mine", as she moans. I spin her around and push her face up against the wall while my free hand pulls her thong away from her luscious ass. And this is mine. I push my index finger inside her, getting it wet, and then slide it into her ass far enough that she knows I'm not going to hold back anything tonight.