EVIGILATO - Part One
The sound of tires rolling over the textured interstate combined with the pitch of the engine at a constant RPM for over three hours was almost hypnotic. It was dusk at the end of a scorching southern summer day and it was beginning to slowly transition from hot to just plain muggy and miserable, as the humidity was just settling into the Tennessee Valley area. Damian shifted his weight in the vinyl driver's seat and reached back to peel his sweaty shirt away from the small of his back and then wiped the sweat from his brow with an old Burger King napkin leftover from lunch, just hours earlier.
"Only another 12 miles to Exit 82a." thought Damian.
The destination of the afternoon was the Blue Swan Motor Lodge - a low-end motel normally frequented by long-haul truckers, just off of the interstate. The reason for the three hour road trip was to finally make good on all of the flirtatious promises he and Hannah had made to one another.
As he pulled up into a parking space at the motel, Damian noticed that his palms were sweating like a teenage boy in his first intimate situation. He was nervous. Nervous like he was when he slept with his wife for the first time, over 20 years ago. Just the thought of finally being anywhere with Hannah away from work drove him nuts. Even though he was a company executive that was old enough to be her father, he was simply giddy to know that his assistant, a recent college graduate, was going to be all his for the night.
Damian had thought long and hard since they agreed to meet about how he'd make her feel at ease, how he'd have to take charge of the situation in the heat of the moment and all that he could teach the inexperienced and sometimes clumsy girl whom he recently hired to keep his professional life in perfect order. In his mind, he knew he'd have to set the mood, let her know that she was safe and also endure the uneasy giggling that would stem from a strange situation with a new person that was 20 years her elder and also her boss. As with anything he'd ever done, Damian used logic to lay out the sequence of events, what to say and how to treat the young girl, in order to get what they both said they wanted but never acted on, while talking and kissing after hours at work.
As he pulled the keys out of the ignition, Damian laid his head back against the headrest and took one final deep breath as if he was jumping off a cliff into frigid whitewater. Upon exhaling, he grabbed his overnight bag and cell phone, put on his suit coat and made his way into the lobby. As he entered the hotel, he checked his cell phone and located the text from his little project, which simply read "Room 211".
Damian stood patiently in his business suit after pressing the call button for the elevator. He was what some folks in Mississippi would call "a turd in a punchbowl"...simply out of place, a square peg trying to fit into a round hole. The motel clearly wasn't the type of place where a business man would stay while on business, since just a mile down the interstate was a selection of reasonably-priced, big name establishments. This wasn't business though...this was something else, so he did his best to shrug off the fact that his reason for being there was completely transparent to the three people in the lobby who leered at him until the elevator doors closed.
As the elevator ascended, he couldn't help but notice the smell of stale cigarettes that was present throughout the hotel. Finally the elevator door opened and he made his way down the hallway to locate room 211. Damian reached out with a trembling hand to knock on the door, but noticed that it was barely open, with hardly any light coming from inside the room.
"Hannah? It's Damian...are you here?" he asked, as he gently pushed the creaky door open.
There was no answer, so he let himself in and closed the door, as he looked around for signs of Hannah. He could make out a curvaceous female figure which had to be Hannah in the easy chair in the corner of the dark room.
"Hey, Hannah...why are you sitting in the dark in..." Damian asked.
"Shut up and get undressed, now." The figure directed in a stern voice.
"Yes ma'am!" Damian replied in a joking voice, mocking her.
The dark figure stood up and walked over into the ray of light shining through the gap in the smoke-stained drapes that covered the window. Starting at her feet, Damian could make out long black heels, black fishnet stockings, shiny black panties, a matching skin tight bustier and black horn-rimmed eyeglasses, a beautiful face framed by long flowing, wavy blonde hair that cascaded down her ample chest and square shoulders.
Damian sat on the bed taking his shoes and socks off, still thinking it was all a cute little joke. The figure moved directly in front of Damian as a drill instructor would do to a recruit. She seemed to tower over Damian in her jet black four inch stiletto heels. With her hands authoritatively placed on her hips and feet firmly planted shoulder distance apart, Mistress Hannah glared down at him in a way that told him that she was deadly serious. Damian's heart was now pounding in his sweaty chest as Hannah unexpectedly grabbed his collar with both hands and pulled tightly, as she moved just inches from his face.
"The rules are simple. I will tell you what to do, when to do it and you will obey me. If you'd like to enjoy yourself, you’ll do yourself a favor and do what you're told." stated Hannah in a stern southern accent.
"What's with the costume and theater act -" Damian tried to interject laughingly.
It was then that he felt Hannah's hand suddenly gripping his groin firmly, squeezing his sweaty balls through his loose slacks. He gasped and winced in pain as Hannah dug her nails in and looked him square in the eyes.
"Obviously you don't fucking understand plain English, now do you? I'll say it one more time and I’ll make it really simple to understand this time...you will shut the fuck up and do exactly as I say." demanded Hannah as she glared at him.
As Hannah let go of his balls, she commanded him to continue to get undressed. This wasn’t what Damian had planned for or envisioned at all. He was at a loss for words and still didn’t know if it was Hannah showing her goofy sense of humor or not. But, he wasn’t about to test her any further, especially after having his junk nearly crushed.
Hannah continued to tower over Damian as he finished getting undressed, while trying to avoid eye contact. His mind was racing with thoughts and questions, but he was now afraid to voice those thoughts or ask those questions.
“Look at me, Damian.” demanded Hannah.
Damian sat on the edge of the bed, looking deflated. Defeated. Confused. He looked up into Hannah’s eyes.
“You’re a powerful man, Damian. A decision maker. A shot caller. A man in a position of authority…at work.” said Hannah, as she reached into a bag and pulled out a small bundle of rope and began uncoiling it.
“Within the four walls at work, that may be the truth. I will respect you completely while there, but not here…here, this is my world. Here, you respect me.” continued Hannah.
“Stand up, turn around and give me your hands.” she said.
Damian stood up and turned around, cautiously giving his wrists to her. She bound his hands tightly behind his back and quickly shoved him back onto the bed.
“Sit up on the edge of the bed again.” Hannah demanded.
He struggled to regain his position on the bed, but finally made his way back up.
She grabbed a riding crop out of the bag and stepped forward between Damian’s slightly parted legs, as he sat on the edge of the bed. She could tell that he was uncomfortable. Completely out of his element. Although she didn’t make him aware of it, she could feel herself getting wet just thinking of the power she had over her boss…her increasingly submissive partner. She stood directly in front of him, looking down at his slightly slumped over body. With one hand, she reached down and ran her fingers through is thick blond hair, while gazing into his emerald green eyes. With the other, she gently ran the smooth leather riding crop back and forth along his naked thigh. She could feel him trembling, probably wondering what was next.
Hannah lifted her leg up, and rested her foot on the nightstand next to the cheap alarm clock and pulled Damian’s head into her raised thigh. As his lips made contact with her thigh, he could smell a hint of lavender, mixed with the scent of a woman. He started at her inner knee and planted small kisses up her leg, then back down again. He noticed her breathing change, as he slowly introduced his tongue to her fishnet covered leg. Hannah ran her fingers through his hair, digging her nails into his scalp and pulled him closer, starting to breathe deeper...more pronouncedly. She felt his wet tongue dancing on her inner thigh and moaned lightly, as she continued to run the crop back and forth along his thigh. She dug her nails into his scalp harder and pulled his head between her legs, against the smooth leather panties. Damian could smell her, and began to moan himself, becoming overwhelmed from being totally dominated by a woman half his age and size.
"I want that sweet tongue inside me now." Hannah directed, as she spread her legs a little wider and pulled her panties to the side for him.
Damian continued to nibble on her thigh, slowly making his way up, when Hannah struck his inner thigh with the riding crop. Damian was now being humbled...put in his place.
