“How much?” I held up the necklace for the man at the gift stand to see.
“One sixty.”
“Dollars?” I asked trying to hide my disappointment.
He nodded curtly in response.
I looked down at the pink crystal charm longingly. It caught the light as it dangled from its shiny silver chain as if taunting me.
“You want?” the man raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“No. Thank you.” I sighed. He reached over and removed it from my hand, suddenly disinterested in the girl who would obviously be buying nothing.
I glanced down at my watch and saw that it was nearly time to meet my parents at the restaurant that we had decided on earlier for dinner, and headed in that direction, reluctantly leaving my beautiful necklace behind.
We vacationed every summer. My brother and I packed our bags while my parents conned one of our neighbors into bringing in our mail and feeding our cat. Then we were off for a week or so. Last year our trip had been to visit my grandparents in Florida. And after 8 days and 7 nights of home movies and endless games of gin rummy my parents had vowed to make it up to us. And true to their word, here we were, in the Bahamas. Definitely our most appealing destination yet.
After a dinner of wonderfully fresh seafood, I had decided to go for a walk along the beach. My Dad initially offered to join me, but he had indulged in one too many rum and cokes with his meal and headed back to the room. I was relieved…I had wanted to be alone anyway.
I sat beside the water, watching the sun sink into the ocean and headed back to the hotel before it was too dark. The night was different in the islands. Darker…quieter.
Walking into the lobby, I nodded hello to the doorman. He smiled and gave me a wink. He was in his sixties it seemed, and perfectly charming and harmless so I played along, blowing him a kiss.
His cheeks turned pink as he laughed. “You have a package at the front desk miss.” He seemed to remember suddenly.
“I do?” I was surprised.
“Yes, a young man left it for you.”
“Oh! Well…thank you.” I moved towards the front desk, more than a little confused.
“The man at the door says I have a package?” I asked the woman who sat clicking away at a computer.
“Oh yes!” she stood and reached under the desk. “Aren’t you a lucky girl?” she gave me a knowing smile.
“Am I?” what the hell was this all about.
She handed me a small white box, secured with a white ribbon.
I thanked her and untied the bow, tucked the scrap of satin into my pocket, and removed the lid.
There, nestled inside light blue tissue paper was the necklace I had wanted so badly along with a note and a hotel key card. My breath caught in my throat as I touched the necklace lovingly.
Stunned, I opened the note. “Tonight. Room 156. 11:30”
Just a moment ago, I was certain that opening the box would clear my confusion. I had been wrong, I was more perplexed now then ever.
“Who left this?” I asked the woman.
She smiled at me again. “This hotel honors its guests and always respects their privacy.”
“Yes. Well, I’m a guest. Don’t I have the right to know who left this for me?”
She didn’t respond and continued on smiling stupidly at me.
“Whatever.” I stomped away with more questions than answers.
I struggled with myself for the rest of the night. Telling myself I would be crazy to go. But at 11:25 I found myself slipping out of the room, checking once more that the key card to my room was safely in my pocket along with the mystery card, before closing the door softly behind me so as not to wake my parents.
I made my way down the hall in the direction of room 156.
"What the hell am I doing?" I muttered aloud. "Probably some serial killer waiting to hack me into pieces."
Suddenly I pictured some news anchor "In other news, tourist girl murdered because she was dumb enough to meet a complete stranger in a hotel room"
I continued on berating my own stupidity aloud (like a mental patient) until finally, I was standing in front of the room, starring down at the keycard in my hand.
I almost left...almost gave in to the voice of reason in my head. But another voice told me it was time to take a risk. And that, in the end, was the advice I chose to take.
I took a deep breath and stuck the card into the lock. I opened the door slowly and stepped into the room. It was pitch black inside, but even so, I made my way further inside.
The door clicked shut, causing me to gasp. "God this really was fucking stupid." I thought.
A voice from the other side of the room startled me.

“Do you like it?” I spun around in the direction of the voice. I could see a silhouette but nothing more in the darkness.

“Do you like it?” he repeated. My hand went to the pink crystal that rested on my chest knowing that was what he meant.

“Yes. How did you…”

“I saw you today…I wanted you to have it.” His voice was quiet and calming.

“Thank you.” Strangely, I realized I felt at ease.

I saw the shadow of him stand. “Lie down Megan.” He was firm, but kind. My heart began to race, but not with fear…almost in anticipation. How did he know my name?

“What? Look I…”

“Megan…lie down on the bed.” He repeated.

He moved closer and I backed up a bit, feeling the back of my legs meet the soft duvet that covered the bed.

“Lie down.” His tone was a little more forceful, but still gentle at once.

I sat, but this did not satisfy him. “Lie down Megan.” The way he said my name…

I did as I was told finally, and in seconds, his mouth was on mine. His lips full and soft as silk. I parted my lips and welcomed his tongue as it gently sought out my own.

Heat and desire rose up inside of me, as I allowed my body to submit to his.

But, just as quickly, logic took over. I pushed him away…”Wait.”

He said nothing, and ran his tongue along my throat as he reached out to click the bedside light on.

Soft, warm light lit the room just enough for me to see his face. A face I knew almost as well as my own.

“Oh my god…”

“Shhh…” he soothed, his mouth moving against my skin in the exact right places as though he knew me by heart.

I had imagined this a thousand times, maybe more. But it had always been just that…my imagination, a fantasy. Now that it was actually happening, I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

“No…I…” I sputtered like an idiot.

“Don’t.” he held me in place beneath him with surprising strength.

“I can’t…just…” I struggled against him, still unable to form a complete thought.

“Don’t Megan!” he snapped. I grew still for a moment, unsettled by the harsh edge in his tone.

I resumed trying to wiggle away from him…but I didn’t understand why I was fighting him. I still don’t understand why I fought him.



He grabbed my wrists and held me down, “You’re a little tease aren’t you Meg?” his voice was thick with lust.
“No. I just…” He cut me off and grabbed my chin. Lifting my lips to his in a deep kiss.
“You want this…” he punctuated his words with tiny licks against my neck.
“No.” I looked him in the eye, knowing he knew better.
He sucked briefly, taking my sensitive skin into his warm mouth. “Do you have any idea how many girls I could be fucking right now p? So many girls…but I’m here, and I’m going to fuck you.”
Again, I tried to push him away. But he held fast.
“Do you want it Megan? Because I think you do. Badly.”
“No.” I moaned, “I don’t. Just let go.” But I realized I was pressing up against him.
“Don’t fucking lie to me.” He sounded angry, but something in his tone told me he was enjoying this struggle.
His hands traveled my body as he spoke…his fingers finding their way underneath my skirt and into my panties. My pussy was soaked, flowing freely, coating his hand generously as he slipped inside of me. Teasing with tiny movements, caressing the inside of me with beautiful skill.
He dropped his voice to a soft whisper. “Say it Megan…tell me…do you want this?”
“Yes…” I purred, already out of my mind with my need for him. I was usually the one in control…what was happening?
He pulled his fingers out of me and began to sweep the soft pads of his fingers against my slick clit. I reached down and held his hand in place and in seconds, I was cumming. Panting and writhing beneath his touch and he watched with a boastful smirk playing on his perfect rose bud lips.
He went on working my clit until I was moaning and cursing…the room filled with the sounds and smell of sex. He wrapped his arm around my waist and swung me around with ease, surprising me with his strength. He pinned me down face first on the bed. Pulling my ass upwards, he began to play with me. Rolling the tip of his cock, unimaginably thick, strong, and hard, along my cunt. Teasing me, nudging it against my slit, swollen and dripping with my desire.
He slid into me at last, filling me up completely, burying his shaft inside of me all the way to the base, only once before removing it. Abandoning my aching desperate pussy, he leaned over and ripped the clip from my hair allowing it to cascade down against my shoulders. He stroked it out of my face and covered my back with gentle kisses. Then, in the next second, he pulled my hair, a hard yank.
“I want to know how bad you want it, Megan. Tell me how much you want me to give it to you.”
“I want it Justin…I want you. Fuck me like no one has ever fucked me before. I know you can…”
He tugged on my hair once more, obviously pleased I was allowing him to treat me so roughly, then sighed and clicked his tongue, telling me he wasn’t convinced.
“Please Justin…” I begged, “Fuck me…fuck me. Give it to me…I want so bad.” I slid my hand down and began to stroke my clit…my desire had given way to desperate need.
His hand met mine and for a moment we played with my pussy together, “Naughty girl…” he scolded me. But his tone was laced with growing desire and I knew he was pleased with me.
Then, without warning, he drove into me...a gasp of surprise escaping me. He moved inside of me with ease, gliding in and out at a steady, forceful pace. But, I wasn't satisfied and began to push back against his cock harder.
He immediately ran with this silent request, his pace becoming faster, his thrust rougher, stopping just short of painful. Perfect.
"See?" he taunted, his words riding on short moans as he continued to fuck me with determined pumps. "I knew you wanted it..."
He tugged my hair once more and leaned in close to my ear, the rhythm of his beautiful cock never missing a beat. "You will never let anyone else fuck you like this again Megan, do you understand?"
The tip of his tongue flicked against my earlobe as he bit down gently on it...I moaned and nodded in response, unable to speak.
"Good girl." He praised. "You will behave yourself, and only you and I will know what a naughty little slut you are...am I clear?"
I would have told anyone else to go to hell...I never allowed anyone to control me. But I didn't hesitate...I would have done anything for him.
The orgasm that had been playing inside of me grew stronger, and he knew instinctively that I was about to cum...He wrapped his hand under me and sought out my clit...spoiling it with gentle strokes until it was swollen and throbbing under his touch.
"Oh god...don't stop!" I cried...my moans had given way to screaming.
"Cum for me Megan..." he whispered into my ear...his lips grazed my skin sending goose bumps speeding though my body.”Come on...do it baby girl...cum for me."
My entire body exploded...ecstasy taking over my senses. My vision burred and the room faded away, only exquisite pleasure remained for what seemed like ages but must have only been seconds.
When my head cleared, I realized I was screaming his name and that I was, surprisingly, about to cum again.
He had abandoned my clit and was now gripping my hips firmly, fucking me with intense powerful thrusts...
He began to moan...the most delicious, incredibly sexy sounds slipping from him, sending a second climax rolling through me.
A final growl erupted from him as he released inside of me...I could feel his thick shaft jerk as he pumped his sweet sticky load into me. The warmth of his cum filled me as he slowed his thrust until he was moving at a lazy, satisfied pace.
He kissed my shoulders delicately and untangling his hand from my hair, smoothing it down gently.
"Now, aren't you glad I wouldn't let you leave?" he teased.