Hotel O

He’s testing my limits, I’m sure of it.

But what about the rest of this meeting? Is all this a test?

If I don’t meet his demands, will he walk out on me?

Is this a way for him to see if I’m up for more?

If I’m good enough for his needs?

Questions flood my mind, but I push them aside and focus on the here and now. His gentle moans guide me as I flick my clit, knowing he’s watching my every move.

The more I struggle, the more my legs begin to quiver, but I’m not giving up. His moans grow louder, the sound titillating me to the point that I’m getting wetter and wetter. Or maybe it’s because I know someone’s watching me fuck myself.

Because my fingers are dipping in right now, and I can’t help but moan along.

“Yes, Kitten. Be a fucking slut for me.”

His dirty words only turn me on even more.

I’m struggling to breathe as I dive deeper and deeper into a state of sexual consciousness. Where nothing else matters but my fingers and the anticipation of his dick thrusting into me.

And as the last of his groans roll off his tongue, I release myself from my lust.

Delicious orgasmic waves fill my body, and I moan out loud to let it out. I don’t even give a fuck that he’s listening to me coming undone. That I’m probably dripping on the bed right about now.

Suddenly, he grips my ass, his firm hands pulling me out of ecstasy and into the here and now. His tip rests at my entrance, condom and all. I didn’t even hear him put it on.

“Spread those lips for me,” he murmurs, grasping my ass cheeks and pushing them apart. I can practically feel his gaze on my naked skin.

That’s when he pushes in.

Slowly … deeply … all the way to the base.

I suck in a breath and hold it as he sinks in and stays there, like he’s making me his. Like he’s marking me. Like he wants me to remember how I begged for his cock.

When he pulls out again, I almost want to start begging again.

One second passes when I can breathe, then he thrusts into me once more, this time with a little bit more fervor. I bury my face in the sheets and bite down, delirious on lust. Each thrust of his cock brings me closer to bliss. And for a moment, I wish I could have this forever.

But I know once he’s had his fill—once he walks out this door—it’ll be the end of everything we’ve done together. And that makes me want to hold on, as sad as that sounds.

Because right now, I’m letting a stranger I met online fuck me. Someone I don’t even know I can trust. Hell, he could be bad. My life could be in danger right now.

But none of that even matters to me.

All I can think about is him and me.

Together … at this moment … two strangers fucking each other into oblivion.

And when he slams into me with full force, I cry out with passion.

I don’t want it to stop.

But as I unleash my moans, so does he. And his cock starts to pulse along with it, releasing its seed deep inside me.

When he pulls out, I wish I could get a redo.

Another try. Another time. A rain check for another fabulous night.

But as I roll onto my side and watch him stagger back, away from me, I realize that’s not going to be an option. This was a one-night thing. One time only.

I was the one who asked for it. He agreed.

And asking for anything more wouldn’t be right.

So I remain on the bed, breathing slowly as I try to come to terms with what happened. All while he chucks the condom into the bin, zips up again, and walks out the door.

Minutes pass. He’s not coming back.

He never said goodbye. Didn’t even say a word.

I suppose it’s what I should have expected.

After all, he wasn’t here for small talk. He was here to fuck.

It’s what I wanted. What I asked for. What he agreed to.

I slide off the bed and gather my panties while looking around. The room is back to normal … or maybe it never changed.

My body is still vibrating, and the mask is barely intact. I take it off and look at myself in the mirror in the bathroom. My hair is half undone, and my face is red and puffy.

Apart from that, I don’t look any different. Even though I feel completely new.

As if I’ve made a life-altering decision and took the path of no return.

I gleefully smile to myself.

I never wanna look back.

Chapter 7

Declan

I sit down at my desk and open my laptop. Another day, another time to work.

My inbox is full of unanswered emails from yesterday. Clients with questions. Co-workers with last-minute changes to the décor or the props. My boss asking about the next event. And maybe a couple from Sarah too.