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CLINT THOMPSON OPENED his hotel room door and let the lovely woman in. The room was filled with her sultry perfume. He found the young woman dressed all in black intriguing. When he had called the escort service for a date to tonight’s function, she was not what he had expected. He noticed as she walked into the room that she had the grace of a model.
There was something alluring about her. She wore an elegant black evening gown with a slit that went almost all the way up her thigh. When she moved, he caught a glimpse of her black stockings. He wondered if they stopped mid-thigh or went all the way up. The tight gown she had on left nothing to the imagination. Even the back of the dress dipped way down, revealing the tempting curves of her waist. His eyes wandered over her curvaceous body. Hmm, maybe they should skip tonight’s little soiree and stay in the hotel room.
Her beauty completely hypnotized him. She had her hair pulled up at the moment, but he would prefer it down. As if reading his mind, she reached up and pulled the clip out of her hair. Her gorgeous mane of black hair cascaded around her shoulders. Time seemed to stand still as he watched her provocative movements. Her eyes appeared to be transfixed by his. He reached across and scooped her up in his arms. Bending his head, he did something he had been dreaming of doing ever since she walked into the room, he kissed those luscious lips of hers. It was like tasting the forbidden fruit; she was pure heaven.
If only he didn’t need to attend this benefit. “You are going to make every man at that benefit jealous of me tonight.” He stretched out his arm for her to take, “Shall we go?”
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THE MAN IN FRONT OF her was tall, maybe six feet five. His hair was the color of a rich New Orleans coffee. His seductive eyes draw her in. There was something completely magnetic about him.
The benefit was held in the ballroom of The Windsor, which happened to be one of the only hotels left in Stewart with such a luxurious room. She allowed him to make brief introductions, after all, her role was to be seen and not heard. She had disguised herself well; no one would recognize her. When the band began to play, they stepped out onto the dance floor. Being in his arms was heaven. His warm embrace caused a wonderful mix of excitement and contentment to flow through her body. They moved gracefully across the dance floor. The way he moved on the dance floor reinforced her suspicions; he would be a fantastic lover. The very thought of making love with him sent a shudder through her body.
He whispered into her ear, “Are you ready to go back up to the room? I believe I have made enough of a presence here tonight.” She nodded yes. She felt like a fairytale princess.
Once back in the room, she poured him a glass of champagne. He took the glass from her and finished it off in one sip. He placed it down on the bar and pulled her close to him. He leaned in and kissed her deeply. She felt his tongue slip inside her mouth. His lips felt like silk against hers. His kiss ignited something deep inside of her. He started groping and grabbing at her. She pushed him onto the bed. She reached back, untied the halter strap and let the dress pool at her feet. Tonight she had to forego her usual costume. The dress was too revealing for her to wear the bustier.
She couldn’t wait to get him undressed, to kiss every square inch of that amazing body of his. He reminded her of a Roman god. She wanted to devour him.
The champagne began to take effect. She was able to get him into the game. She pulled out the fur lined cuffs and secured him to the headboard as well as the footboard. She was anxious to see if he passed the test, if he would satisfy her needs. She placed the black scarf around his mouth and secured the knot. She was getting ready to take her place on Mr. One Eye and have one hell of a wild ride. Her body burned with a need for him.
It had been a while since she straddled a man completely in the nude. She found the bustier so visually stimulating and seductive to men, that it had become her favorite prop. Maybe she needed to think of her own desires as well. She wanted to tease him before they succumbed to this tortuous temptation. The only material adorning her body was the black silk gloves. She could never risk leaving behind fingerprints.
His erection brushed up against her swollen womanhood, teasing it. Her hands traveled over his body, feeling the muscles in his abs. She was impressed at just how well-endowed he was. Her hands moved lower on his body, cupping his balls in her hands. He took in a deep breath as she caressed them ever so gently. She smiled as she reveled in the power she had over him. She would give the orders tonight; his body was hers to do with as she pleased. She has been told she knew how to use her mouth, and she planned on showing him just how good she was.
She traveled down his body and took his erection into her mouth. She reveled in the taste of him, salty and completely masculine. She swirled her tongue around the head several times, licking the pearly fluid that leaked from the tip. Just having him in her mouth made her wet. She continued to take him further into her mouth each time she went down. She enjoyed this power she had over him.
She reached into his pocket to pull out the condom and felt the weight of something heavy. She reached past the foil pack and found his hidden ring. How could he? She felt the monster building up inside of her. She thought she would find her release tonight. Everything went black.
She moved down his body and slid her legs off the bed. She slowly stood and turned away from him. She fought to keep her rage from totally taking over her actions. She looked into her purse for her vengeance and found it. This time, her punishment would be swift and just. Before leaving the house, she had filled the syringe with lighter fluid. She wondered how painful the lighter fluid would be as it traveled through his veins. Would it burn as it moved through his veins, the way his deceit pained her? Hatred glittered in her eyes as she stared down at him. She injected him in one swift movement.
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OH, DEAR GOD, PLEASE let me die. He learned a deadly lesson, looks can be very deceiving. This lady in front of him may have the body of a goddess, but she was pure poison. She was bien mauvais, very wicked. As he lay here dying on this bed, he thought of his wife and family. Why did he do this to them? He should be at home with his family. Instead, he was here, writhing in pain, shackled to a bed. What would his wife think when she found out how he died?
As hard as he mentally tried to remove himself from the reality of this moment, he could not escape. The excruciating pain kept his mind from wandering. All he could do was lie here, forced to be silent and unmoving, longing for death.