What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [80]
So that was it. While she was at the Hotel Erotique, she’d indulge in whatever Brent wanted—she’d give him all of herself. And when it was over, she’d be sad—but ready to move on with men, and sex, and life itself.
When she awoke the following morning to find an envelope under her door, she was eager to learn about her next fantasy. What she’d found, however, was another handwritten letter from Brent that had nothing to do with that.
Dear Jenna,
Since I’ve left you with extra time on your hands, I thought of something you might enjoy. Think of it as a little reward for surviving the dungeon. ☺
You might have seen a location on resort maps called the Grotto. It’s a small, private swimming area designed to look like a natural tropical pool with rock walls, a small waterfall, and thick foliage surrounding it. It was created for fantasies—being secluded, it’s perfect for fucking. But when not reserved for that, we make use of it by offering it to a few guests at a time. It’s a great place to relax and soak up the sun with more privacy than you get at the other pools. There aren’t even any waiters—but you can pick up a carafe of rum punch at the main pool’s bar on your way.
Only two other women have reservations this afternoon, both also single guests—and they might not even be there at the same time as you. Since a spot was open, I wrote in your name—the time slot starts at two and I’m enclosing a map. Feel free to indulge in some topless sunbathing or skinny-dipping if you want.
An invitation to your next fantasy will be coming soon. But for now, enjoy the Grotto.
Brent
P.S. I’m imagining you topless there, even though I know you won’t be daring enough to do that. ☺
Despite the thoughtful invitation, Jenna couldn’t help being disappointed. Having quickly gotten used to a steady diet of kinky fantasies, she was ready for the next one and didn’t want any more recovery time. She wanted to see her man, wanted to see what he’d planned next for her.
But at least the letter meant he was thinking about her, too. Which, despite the differences between them, made her heart flutter in her chest. So if he’d been considerate enough to plan a relaxing afternoon for her, she’d certainly show up for it.
And if it was as lush and beautiful as he said, maybe it would be just the thing to take her mind off her emotions. After all, hadn’t she come here to bask in the sun? Even if she’d ended up getting much more in the bargain, once she managed to clear her mind of sex and Brent for a moment, the Grotto actually sounded like a lovely place.
Of course, she was aching for him by the time she picked up the carafe of erotic rum punch he’d suggested. It was hard to believe how fast she’d grown accustomed to naughty sex.
But she would drink her punch and luxuriate by the Grotto, and . . . maybe be bold enough to go topless and surprise them both. Well, if the other women he’d mentioned weren’t around, of course. She would love telling Brent later that she had, just to see the look on his face.
Brent waited patiently at the Grotto—although not out in the open. He’d dragged a lounge chair back into the bushes and wore a Hotel Erotique baseball cap, pulled low over his eyes.
A day had passed since he’d seen Jenna, but he was still reliving their most recent night together. The truth was—her dungeon fantasy had gotten out of hand. He’d gotten too caught up in the role, in the power struggle, and taken things too far. As a facilitator, he’d never lost control of a situation before, ever—so he wasn’t sure how to explain