The Conference, Part Six

I’m not sure ‘fun’ was the word I’d choose.

Obviously this was amusing from her perspective. Our dynamic had shifted so dramatically, and so quickly. For a fleeting moment, I thought I’d be able to take advantage of her boldness and potentially fuck her from behind. My own form of ‘revenge’ for the girl who had been such a thorn in my side, plus I’m sure she’d appreciate the emotional detachment of that position. Clearly Larissa had her own ideas in terms of how she wanted this to go down.

I stayed still for the most part as she fully removed my pants and underwear. Though I didn’t really have any experience with bondage, I actually wasn’t particularly worried about it. If anything, it gave me some insight into Larissa and the kind of girl she was outside the office. And the more she was leading things, the more of a defense that I had against her later. I was arguably thinking more with my dick than my brain at this point, yet that didn’t stop the HR worry from existing in the back of my mind. Larissa and I were rivals, and these advances only proved that I really wasn’t aware of what she was capable of beyond the bullshit I was used to at this point.

“Much better.” Once I was fully naked, the girl on the other side of my blindfold took one of my legs and pulled it towards the corner of the mattress. A few seconds later, she was tying a knot around my ankle with another rope. The fact that she had brought such things meant that joining me in the shower wasn’t as impulsive as it felt like at the time; either that, or she just had toys/tools like this lying around on a trip that was supposed to be far more business than pleasure.

The hotel beds didn’t have bed posts. She was presumably tying my limbs to the legs of the bed frame. Similar to Larissa’s handiwork with my arms, it didn’t take her too long to secure me in the ‘not too tight, not too loose’ middle ground. Then she proceeded to do the same with my other leg, leaving me splayed for whatever she had planned next. At this point, I was just along for the ride.

I assumed she would be straddling me shortly and enjoying how being physically on top could be a metaphor for plenty in her mind. Instead, she merely positioned herself somewhere off to the side, as I could feel the mattress shifting, and wrapped her hand around my manhood. “So . . . ” she said, her voice somewhere between sultry and taunting, “You really didn’t bring anything?”

As in, protection? No. Unlike Larissa, I hadn’t expected anything like this to happen with her or anyone else I might potentially meet over the weekend. Between the full itinerary and the fact that I was sharing a bedroom with a colleague of mine, I didn’t remotely consider the possibility of fucking anyone on this trip. Especially since the fact that my rooming situation gave me the idea that conference attendees from other places would probably have similar arrangements.

I took a second to think about whether I had any condoms in my backpack, before realizing it didn’t matter. Giving Larissa permission to search through my stuff didn’t feel like a good idea. There wasn’t anything particularly incriminating in my bag; however, maintaining some boundaries amidst all this was important. “No,” I muttered. The bondage was one thing; I still wasn’t sure how I felt about the makeshift blindfold. “I didn’t.”

“Shame.” The lilt in Larissa’s voice definitely didn’t match her actual response. She began idly playing with me below the waist, gently pumping with her fingers in a way that was somewhere between teasing and edging. Bringing me back to a more erect state with her touch, as well as her warmth, but really not doing much beyond that. “I’m a careful girl. Can’t be fucking guys like that. Who knows where you’ve been?”

There wasn’t a safe answer to that. I’d either come off too prudish or like too much of a player. She was holding all the cards physically; I definitely didn’t want to give her any more advantages now that we were here. “Then you’ll have to figure something else out,” I said. Maybe not the best idea to give creative liberties to the girl who had been so forward thus far. Or maybe we were at the point where I was fine letting her do all the work. In my current position, I wasn’t exactly on the hook to do a lot for her in return.

“Hmm, I guess I will. Something like . . . this?” After a few more soft strokes that both hardened me and caused me to pulse once in her grip, she shifted her fingers enough to make room for her tongue.

Fuck me.

Larissa definitely knew what she was doing. With a single gesture, she succeeded in clearing away whatever lingering reservations I had about all this. I didn’t care about the risk, or the bottom role I had ended up in; as I felt her tongue exploring the length of me from base to tip, I was more than ready for her to take me in her mouth.

If anything, the blindfold was turning into more of a strength than a weakness. This way, I could enjoy the girl going down on me without having to deal with her smug expression. Taking in more of her annoyingly perfect body would be nice, of course, but still. Trade-offs and whatever.

Next, I felt her lips brush against my firmness, promising more with every almost-kiss she gave me down there. The silence in our hotel room was deafening as she grazed up inch by inch, occasionally flicking her tongue out, all while gripping me in a way where there was zero risk of softening from the fact that I was naked in the air conditioned room.

Finally, Larissa said, “Too easy.”

With absolutely no hesitation, she fully throated me.