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and if that’s all you ever want from me, fine, but
every once in a while I see something in your eyes that tells me there might be
more to all of this. Perhaps that’s all just wishful thinking on my part,” she
says with uncertainty.
    Put up or shut up
time. I should’ve done this last night.
    “Everyone in this
hotel always talks about your good looks, but I notice other things about you,
like the fact that you’re a smart businessman, and when I hear you talk to
vendors and some of the guests you come across as intelligent and knowledgeable
about what’s going on in the world. A lot of people don’t give a shit about
things outside their hometown. You’re not one of them.”
    “Stop,” I whisper,
losing my train of thought.
    “You’re a warrior in
the bedroom.” She smiles. “A domineering fucker, but you’ve revealed a softer side that’s been hidden away. The fact that you care about my
past and that someone hurt me was a telling sign last night.”
    “Enough.”
    “I also find you
mysterious, a little dangerous, and haunting my every thought.” She stands and
moves closer. “And your fingers mimic your words, sometimes gentle and calm
reaching deep inside of me.” She takes my hand and slides it under her skirt.
“And other times they can be disciplinary and cruel.”
    I breathe heavily
and slip one inside her warm body. She moans and closes her eyes.
    “Discipline me,
Mark.” Her head rests against my chest as my finger glides around her viscid
pussy. “Punish me for falling for you.”
    “ Fuckin ’
A,” I respond to her leering tone with a hard swallow. Hell, this woman got me
stiff in thirty seconds. “Look at me,” I command.
    She obeys with a roused
expression and unbuttons my shirt. My nipples are sucked and kissed with great
desire.
    “Jules,” I pant,
“tell me where you slept last night. I need to know.”
    She unzips then
drops her skirt, taking off her sweater and bra, standing with only a thong on
her body.
    I drop my towel as
she positions her chest over the arm of the sofa, her head down and ass high in
the air.
    “Give me the works,”
she whispers. “I don’t want to feel like I’m a part of your life when I’m not.
Hurt me so that I hate you.” She looks at me with pleading eyes, waiting to
feel pain.
    “Never,” I scorn.
    She rises slowly
from my response, wanting to hear more.
    “You know I’m a
sucker for this type of play, but only because it’s always been pleasurable for
both of us. I can’t give you what you’re asking for right now.” I wrap my towel
back around my waist. “It’s not what I want.”

HOOKED
    J ulia’s reeled
me in and now she has me in a small white bucket, unable to swim away and with
little room to turn around. Jumping out at this point would only leave me
flopping on the ground and gasping for air. All I can do is stay and wait for
her to prepare my body to be pan fried, eaten, and shit out.
    I’m rather fond of
her.
    She pulled that act
so my true colors would show, thinking she’d be a sneaky little bitch when all
along I knew what she was doing. By her blissful expression, I could tell she
was pleased with my response and is now fully aware my dick isn’t going to
disappear after one dip. She trusts me. And thankfully I didn’t have to say
much for her to finally get the drift. The term ‘dating’ is something she needs
to erase from her vocabulary, but seeing one another is fine. Those were my
words.
    I want to see you.
    I have to laugh at
the irony of being bound to a woman who I haven’t even fucked yet.
    And I was clear when
I put my towel back on that her response about her whereabouts angered the fuck
out of me - enough that our playtime before work was over before it even began.
    I’m running on a
meager three hours of sleep. The adrenaline from the kill has worn off and I’ve
spent six hours in my office, going over the budget and financial records with
my hotel manager, and trying to figure out where the