Chapter 3 Obey Me In Room 406 - 3

• Chapter 3 - I Came for You
• I told myself I wouldn’t go.
• I swore I’d ignore his command. That I didn’t belong to him. That it was just sex.
• But here I am again.
• Room 406.
• Only this time, I don’t even hesitate. I knock once.
• The door opens instantly, like he knew the exact second I’d show up.
• He doesn’t greet me.
• He just smiles—smirks, really—like a man who already owns the answer to a question I haven’t dared to ask.
• “You’re ten minutes early.”
• “I couldn’t wait.”
• His eyes drag down my body. I’m in a dress this time—tight, short, braless. Panties? Not a chance.
• He steps aside without a word.
• I walk in. And freeze.
• There’s a box on the bed, black velvet. Like a gift.
• “For me?” I ask.
• He nods once.
• “Open it.”
• My heart beats faster as I lift the lid.
• Inside is a black leather collar. Smooth. Sleek. Unapologetically filthy. And a small silver tag that reads: Mine.
• I stare at it, then glance at him.
• “Put it on,” he says, already unbuttoning his shirt.
• My fingers tremble slightly as I fasten the collar around my neck.
• He walks over once I’m done, tugging gently on the D-ring at the front.
• “Perfect.”
• “You’re serious about this?”
• His hand slides between my legs, finding me already wet.
• “I don’t play games.”
• I gasp as his thumb brushes my clit.
• “You’re dripping,” he murmurs. “From wearing my collar alone.”
• “You make me wet.”
• “Good. You’ll need it.”
• His eyes gleam with something darker.
• Because tonight won’t just be the bed.
• Tonight, I’ll be pushed further.
• He doesn’t fuck me right away.
• Instead, he tells me to kneel.
• Then opens the second drawer of the nightstand and pulls out a small, remote-controlled bullet vibrator.
• He slides it into me—without asking—and fastens a pair of lace panties over it. Just enough friction to drive me wild.
• Then he helps me up and smooths my dress over my thighs.
• “We’re going out.”
• My stomach flips.
• “What?”
• “You want to be my toy? You’ll wear my plug, my collar, and my vibrator in public. You’ll smile and act normal. And when I say come, you’ll come.”
• I clench around the toy inside me.
• My heart pounds.
• I should say no.
• I should feel shame.
• Instead, I follow him out the door.
• We’re at a private rooftop bar downtown.
• Dark. Velvet booths. Candlelight flickering. Jazz in the background and rich men with richer women sipping dark liquor.
• He orders whiskey. For me, wine.
• He doesn’t ask what I want. He just tells the bartender what I’ll drink, and I don’t object.
• I feel the collar against my throat. The bullet inside me. The panties growing damp with each second.
• I feel possessed and I love it.
• “Open your legs,” he whispers as we sit.
• I do.
• He taps something on his phone and the vibrator hums to life. I bite my lip hard, face flushing, legs tensing.
• “Don’t move.”
• I try, I really do but I’m already panting.
• “Breathe through it,” he says, sipping his whiskey like he’s not teasing me to the edge of madness.
• “You’re such a bastard,” I hiss.
• “Language.”
• He raises the intensity.
• I jerk slightly in the seat, nearly spilling my wine.
• My nipples are hard beneath the dress, throbbing, begging to be touched.
• My thighs tremble. My body is screaming.
• “You’ll wait until I say,” he murmurs, brushing a single finger along my inner wrist. “And when I do, you’ll make a mess.”
• I nod frantically, clutching the table.
• He lets it buzz for three minutes straight.
• Then turns it off.
• I sag against the seat, shaking.
• “You didn’t come,” he says, sounding impressed.
• “Because I’m desperate to please you.”
• He leans in and kisses the side of my neck, just under the collar.
• “Good girl.”
• He takes me back to the room without a word.
• By the time the door closes behind us, I’m on my knees without being told.
• I peel off the dress and panties while he watches, cock already hard and straining through his pants.
• “I’ve been dripping in your toy for hours,” I whisper.
• “I know.”
• “You’re gonna fuck me now, aren’t you?”
• His voice is sharp. “Beg.”
• “Please.”
• “Not good enough.”
• I crawl to him on all fours, drag his zipper down with my teeth, and pull him out.
• Then I take him into my mouth. Deep.
• Gagging. Moaning. Letting drool spill down my chin.
• His hand fists in my hair.
• “Fucking hell.”
• I bob faster, swirling my tongue around the head, sucking like it’s the only thing that matters.
• Because it is.
• His groans get rougher, throatier.
• “Stop,” he growls.
• I obey instantly, mouth wet and red, lips swollen.
• He drags me up, spins me around, and bends me over the desk.
• He pulls the toy from my pussy and tosses it aside.
• “You want to come?”
• “Yes.”
• “You want to be filled?”
• “Yes, sir.”
• “Then take it like my good little slut.”
• He enters me in one hard thrust.
• No warning. No tenderness.
• Just raw, unfiltered dominance.
• I cry out, nails scraping the wood as he fucks me brutally, the collar tight around my throat, my breasts swaying with every slam of his hips.
• He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls.
• I arch back.
• “I said messy,” he growls. “Come for me now.”
• And I do.
• So hard I scream.
• So hard my knees buckle.
• So hard, my pussy clamps around him like a vice.
• He grunts, thrusts deep, and spills inside me, his cum hot and endless.
• I collapse to the floor, panting.
• He follows me down, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me. Soft. Slow. Barely a whisper of lips.
• Then he drags a warm towel across my thighs, cleans me up like I’m something precious.
• Which is almost more intimate than the sex.
• He doesn’t speak as he lifts me into the bed, wrapping me in his shirt.
• Just holds me.
• And right before sleep claims me, I whisper the one thing I haven’t dared say out loud.
• “I came back because I want more.”
• His reply?
• A single, dangerous promise.
• “You’ll get more.”