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Once back in the lobby of the resort, Adam grabbed his small suitcase and gear bag from the counter where he’d left them. He turned to Shani. “You should know, I plan to hold you hostage for at least the next twenty-four hours. Is there anything you want to get from your room? Your toothbrush? A flannel nightie?” He grinned, adding, “Just kidding on the nightie. I want you naked and fully accessible to me, slave girl.”

“I’m not sure my bosses will be too happy about me disappearing for twenty-four hours,” Shani said, smiling back at him.

“Didn’t you hear Ryan? You’re cleared for the rest of the evening and all day tomorrow. And if I have my way…” Again he trailed off, not quite ready to make his offer yet. Instead, he said, “I’m in room 204. How about you grab whatever you need from your room and meet me up there? The code is 7444.”

“Sounds good. See you in a few.”

“Wait,” Adam blurted, unable to let her go. Dropping his bags, he leaned forward and kissed Shani on the forehead. Taking a step back, he cupped her bare breasts in his hands. They were full and round, the nipples like lovely dark cherries at their centers. Her nipples hardened as he gazed at them, too tempting to resist. He glanced at Shani’s face to gauge her reaction. Her dark, liquid eyes were shining, her pretty pink tongue appearing between her lips.

He pressed her breasts together and lowered his head to suck each nipple into his mouth. She moaned softly, leaning toward him. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, pressing hard against the denim. He took a step back, forcing himself to stop before he took her right there in the lobby.

“Don’t be long, sexy girl. I’ll be waiting.”

As she strode away down the hall, her gorgeous, rounded ass swaying, he grabbed his bags, turned back toward the elevator and jabbed at the button. Deciding it was taking too long, he took the stairs, two at a time.

Once in his room, he threw down his bags. He pulled off his clothes and used the bathroom, splashed his face and hands with water and quickly brushed his teeth. Then he lay down on the bed, his cock loosely fisted in his hand, his eyes trained on the door.

He heard the sound of the lock turning as the code was entered, and then Shani appeared, still naked, a small overnight bag slung over her shoulder, the cuffs he’d given her during his first visit around her wrists, a shy smile on her lovely face. She still wore the simple black slave collar that all unowned staff slaves wore. Maybe one day, she would wear a collar he’d made just for her…

“That’s quite a picture,” she said, coming toward the bed, her eyes on his very erect cock.

“I could say the same.” He grinned, adding, “In fact, I do say it.” He held out his arms to her. “I must have you. Now.”

With a small laugh, she set down her bag and lowered herself to the bed. Adam pulled her close for a long, sensual kiss. She smelled wonderful, her skin smokey from the fire with a pleasant overlay of eucalyptus from the balm, her mouth sweet as honey. She winced a little as his hands moved over her back and ass.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Your skin is still tender.” He let her go. “I desperately need to fuck you.”

He reached for her, pulling her up so she sat astride his thighs. They’d already discussed protection on his last visit. Happily, Shani was fine with no condoms, as she was on birth control and both of them had clean bills of health.

The view above him was breathtaking, her coppery skin smooth and soft, her breasts perfect, her shaven mons perched tantalizingly above his cock. Reaching between her legs, he stroked the soft petals of her sex and slipped a finger inside. She was hot and wet, her vaginal muscles tight around his finger. Unable to wait another second, he took hold of her hips. He lifted her and then slowly, carefully lowered her over his shaft.

He groaned with pleasure and need as her cunt enveloped him in hot, wet perfection. A shudder moved through her body as he arched upward to penetrate her fully. She began to move over him in a swiveling, undulating dance that left him breathless.

“Jesus,” he breathed. “It’s too fucking good, Shani. I’m not going to last.”

“Me, neither,” she gasped, moving with abandon now. She was rubbing her spread sex against his pubic bone. He could feel the hard nubbin of her clit against him, and smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. She was panting now, a faint sheen of sweat on her upper lip. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she moaned. “I’m going to… Can I…?”


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