Sylvia waited patiently on the floor of the hotel room, her palms flat on her thighs and her eyes glued to the door.
Her naked body shivered from the cold draft in the room but she resisted getting up.
The instructions were made clear to her by Don. She was to wait there until he returned and was not allowed to leave her spot.
Even though he wasn't watching, he would still know. But it wasn't just that… she wanted to wait for him. She wanted to follow his orders, let him be in control.
She had no idea where it was coming from… but she liked it. As much as she felt guilty about Megan and Arnold, whenever she was in Don's arms, she forgets all about it.
Sylvia stared at the door, her patience wearing thin as she waited for Don to enter. When had had called, he told her she wasn't going to know when he was coming back.
He had rung around 2 and he told her to wait for him by the door as soon as he hung up the phone, to which she did.
It was now 5:15 and her knees had started to go numb from her endless waiting. The sound of the clock hands ticking was the only noise in the room and she got excited every time she saw a shadow pass under the door, only to be gutted that it wasn't him.
Sylvia felt this need to do everything Don told her. To submit herself to him and let him take charge.
Ever since she saw him in the apartment building that afternoon, he had not left her mind.
She looked over at the clock again… only a minute had passed and she was beginning to think she'd be stuck down.
It's crazy how much of an effective Don had on here even with him not being here.
Her thighs rubbed together as she fidgeted on the ground, her skin scraping across the old carpet. 'When is be going to get here' she thought, her fingers tapping on her thighs.
A faint shadow comes to the bottom of the door and as soon as she sees it, she sits up, her back straight and a smile on her lips as she waits for the man behind the door to come in.
The door handle turns, the door squeaking open as Don enters inside, his hat covering his eyes and he shuts the door behind him.
Looking up, he tips his hat off his head, a smirk appearing on his lips as he stalks over to Sylvia.
The door key dangles from his fingers and his briefcase in the other hand. He sets it down by the dresser and throws the key on top, it clattering on the wood.
"How long have you been there?" he asks his voice quiet and soft.
"Since you hung up the phone" she answers and he smiles, pleased that she followed his exact instructions.
"Good girl" he takes his hat off, his combed hair still in place and he throws it on the side, falling on top of the dresser.
He steps over to Sylvia, who doesn't move an inch and her eyes trail up his body as he stands a few inches from her.
Leaning down, his lips linger over hers, his nose touching as he presses a soft kiss, the light noise filling the silence between them.
"I've been thinking of you all day" she murmurs as he retreats and he gives her a stern look.
"Did I say you could talk?" he answers back quickly, his eyes glaring and Sylvia bites her bottom lip, tingles shooting up her thighs from his unimpressed comment.
This is exactly what she meant by him having all control. It reminded her of the time where she had put on panties but Don had implied to her not to put them on. She received a spanking that day… and she hoped she wouldn't receive one today.
Sylvia shakes her head slowly and Don rises up, walking past her, shuffling out of his jacket.
"Can you get me drink?" he mumbles and she stands, padding over to the drinks table and pouring him a glass of whiskey.
Don slumps on the chair opposite the bed, throwing his jacket on the floor as Sylvia returns with his drink.
"Thank you" he says as he takes a large gulp, swallowing the brown liquid with ease and he looks up at Sylvia.
"Go on" he orders and she knew exactly what that meant. She knelt on the ground in front of him, taking his shoe in her hand and unlacing it. She pulled the shoe off and set it neatly by the chair, doing the same with the other one.
Don watches Sylvia as she takes his foot, resting it on her knee and starts to massage the heel of his foot with her thumbs.
The pads of her thumbs dig in deep and he leans his head back, closing his eyes as he relaxes. He could almost fall asleep from this but he didn't want to.
"You like that" she smirks and Don looks down at her with another stern look.
"I thought I said no talking" he grumbles and Sylvia's mouth parts in shock, looking down and focusing on her massaging.
He was right though… he hadn't told her she could talk yet.
Not only did Sylvia get a thrill out of this but so did Don. He had all the control of Sylvia and could make her do anything he wanted her to do… and she complied.
Ever since she rung him that day telling him she needed him and nothing else would do… he was there.
"Sorry" she whispered and he leaned his head back on the chair, sipping his whiskey. She was very good at this and he had a busy today… this was just the thing he needed after a long day of hard work.
"You will be if you keep that up" he murmurs, keeping his eyes closed.
Sylvia drops his foot on the ground and takes the other, resting it on her knee again and doing the same.
All this was making Sylvia wet down there and her sweet spot tingle. She wasn't sure why but it just was. Probably the thrill of being controlled and pleasing her man.
Watching him relax in the chair made her want to climb on top of him and kiss him. She wanted him to grab her and throw her on the bed, taking her now.
"Mmm that feels good" he whispers as he looks down at her, a smile in the corner of his mouth and she grins.
"Well I hope so, I want you t- ahh" she gasps as Don grabs her by the arms and yanks her over his knee, her stomach pressing on his knees and his hand grabbing her hair, pulling her head back.
"I told you to stop talking, I said it twice already I shouldn't have to repeat myself" he scolds and his palm presses on her naked behind.
A swift spank is delivered, shocking Sylvia and a yelp escapes her as the string travels to her thighs.
He spanks her again, the pain turning to pleasure which runs from her legs to her toes.
Another spank is brought down, a harsh sting covering her behind and she grips his knee for balance.
"Ahh" she yells as the next spank is a little harder.
"Now… are you going to talk without permission" he asks and she shakes her head. If she spoke then she would really get it.
"Good" he answers and pulls her up. She looks up as Don leans forward, his hands reaching behind her head and cupping the back of her neck.
His lips press onto hers, a soft kiss deepening and she moans softly. This is what she wanted, to feel his sweet lips on hers and her sweet spot was defiantly tingling now.
"I want you to get on the bed" he whispers and she scurries up from the ground and to the bed, positioning herself on it, spreading her legs open for him.
Don stands, ripping off his tie and his shirt, throwing them to the side, along with his pants until he was naked too.
He crawls on the bed, crawling on top of Sylvia and runs his hands over her naked body, feeling every inch of her skin and making her shiver under his touch.
"You want this" she nodded her head. She defiantly wanted this.
"What you going to do for me?" he asks and she smiles softly.
"Whatever you want Mr Draper" she whispers and he grins, grabbing her legs and pulling her close to him, her legs opening wide for him to enter inside.
He lines himself up with her, placing the tip right in front of her spot and he thrusts inside, her moans letting go as he pushes himself in.
He slowly starts to thrust back and picks up the pace as his hands tangle in her black hair, pulling her head back as she grips his back, her nails digging into his skin.
"Ahh yes" she moans, the sensations tingling inside her and the feeling of orgasm already coming to light.
"Fuck yes" Don moans, his lips kissing her neck and biting the top of her ear.
She felt her climax come closer and her legs started to shake.
She wouldn't dare come without his permission. He had stated to her a week ago that she was no longer allowed to come until he gave permission.
A small part of her thought he was joking but he showed her wrong when she did so that night and she spent the next day recuperating from her bruised behind.
Her eyes squeezed closed, her body trembling and a hot flash coming over her.
"Oh please can I come" she moaned, hoping he would grant her permission.
Don continued thrusting, his member going hard and he stared down at Sylvia as she gripped the sheets and he knew she was reaching her climax.
"Please Mr Draper" she begged and Don smirked.
"You want to come" he breathed and she nodded fast. A few more thrusts and she was ready to release.
"Please" she begged.
"Yes" he answered and as soon as the words left his mouth, she came, releasing over him as he thrusted.
He took was going to release and it was only a matter of minutes before he too released inside her, his thrusts coming to a halt as they caught their breaths.
Don pulled himself out, his forehead sweaty and his breathing heavy. He laid down on the bed; resting his head on the pillow as Sylvia crawled up beside him.
He wrapped his arm around her naked body and she rested her head on his chest, taking a deep breath as her tired body relaxed next to him.
"Thank you Mr Draper" she smiled and felt a soft kiss on her temple a she closed her eyes.
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