What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [56]
She danced with the handsome man for the remainder of the song, occasionally daring to smile up into his eyes—which were always on her when she checked, it seemed—and when the music ended, he gallantly kissed her hand and said, “Thank you for the dance, my dear.”
A bit flushed but energized from the exertion, she headed back to her table—only to see Brent sitting there grinning at her.
“How long have you been here?” she asked, sinking back into her chair.
“Long enough to see a side of you I didn’t know was there.”
She lowered her chin thoughtfully. “Maybe I didn’t, either.”
“I like it.”
She smiled, feeling a bit self-indulgent. “I think I do, too.”
“I was afraid last night might have sent you swimming for the mainland, but it looks like you survived quite nicely.”
“Oh ye of little faith,” she shot back at him coolly, as if she hadn’t indulged in ultra-kinky, near-orgy type sex last night.
“I have all the faith in the world in you, Jenna. And I’ll have even more if you assure me you’re no longer aghast.”
She tilted her head, weighing how she felt—for some reason, Brent always made her want to be as honest as possible. “Yes, less aghast. Although . . . it seems surreal. Like something I could have dreamed—even though I’ve never had a dream like that before. I guess I’ve begun to learn that . . . I can find pleasure in things I never would have thought possible.”
He gave a solemn but satisfied nod. “Very good, sunshine. And speaking of that, are you wearing what I sent you?”
The mere question made her pussy quiver. “Yes.”
“Good,” he replied simply.
“So . . .” she ventured, “do I have . . . plans tonight?”
He gave his head a short shake, and despite having already feared as much, she suffered a twinge of disappointment. “You get the night off to rest. I just happened to see this vision in blue dancing as I headed home, so I thought I’d stop and say hi.”
She smiled. “I’m glad you did. But where’s home? You live here, on the island, right?”
He nodded. “I have a private bungalow up the beach.”
“Wow—sounds nice. I hadn’t thought about what staff accommodations might be like.”
“Only the other owners and I have houses,” he explained. “Everyone else lives in apartments or dorms, depending on tenure.”
She nodded, then let herself smile in amusement. “Tenure. Who knew the Hotel Erotique thought in such lofty terms?”
He chuckled warmly, but changed the subject. “You will have some more light homework, though. You’ll find your assignment when you return to your room.”
For some reason, that thought actually pleased her, but she didn’t examine why.
Just then, Brent pushed back his chair, clearly preparing to go. “By the way, just because I saw you accidentally tonight, that doesn’t mean you can take off the special jewelry I sent.”
Hmm. “So you’re saying you want me to wear it until . . .”
“Until I see you again. Tomorrow evening.”
He looked arrogantly content with his answer. But her dance with her new Jamaican friend had her feeling a bit bolder than she sometimes did with Brent. “I could just take it off, then put it back on before I see you.”
“You won’t,” he said, completely certain.
She tilted her head. “What makes you so sure?”
“You’re an obedient little student, Jenna,” he said, his voice still all confidence as he met her gaze, “and you do what I say.”
She still wanted to fight back. “Maybe I’ll surprise you.”
“You already have. Every day since we’ve met. But you’ll still do as I tell you.” Then he leaned in and spoke lower. “Because you’ve begun to figure out that I know what I’m doing and that it all brings you more pleasure than you’ve ever known. Plus—you like pleasing your master,” he added with a wink, then stood and walked away.
Dear Jenna,
Tonight and tomorrow, I want you to think about cock. Every cock you’ve ever had, or ever even seen. I want you to think about what a hard cock feels like inside you—in your hand, in your pussy, in your pretty mouth. I want you to think about the way it fills you and