A Lousy Night

It was a lousy night if I am being honest. I had just spent the week trapped in a hotel, attending conference after conference about nothing that really mattered. I was reaching the end of my patience when the last one ended and I found myself out wondering outside under the night sky. The stars were shining the sound of the ocean filled my ears as I loosened my shirt and sipped from my water bottle.

Things hadn't been in my favor later. Nothing had gone right and I wasn't sure what the hell was next. "Poseidon, why don't you strike me down?" I said as I fell into the sand.

"Ow, you little fuck," I said as my hand bit into a seashell in the sand. Scooping up the sand in my hand, I lifted the seashell in my hand. The lights from the hotel barely lit the beach as I tried to look at the white seashell in my hand but the night sky wasn't cooperating as I gripped the seashell and tossed it.

"Hey! Watch it!" I snapped my head around to see an absolute beauty of a goddess standing down the way from me. She wore a floral robe that hung loosely around her shoulders as she cocked her eyebrow at me.

"Uh, I'm sorry," I said, struggling to my feet, brushing the sand off my hands.

She chuckled as she bent over, reaching for the seashell. Picking it up, she cocked her hip, "What did this seashell ever do to you?"

I held up my hand, telling her that it had cut my hand. She chuckled, twirling the shell in her fingertips. "That is no excuse, you know?"

"Yeah, well, I guess I'm not exactly in my best." The moonlight emerged from behind the shadows revealing the real beauty of the woman standing before me. Her bare feet kicked in the sand as she walked towards me, still holding the seashell.

As she got closer, I could feel something coming from her, something that was drawing me in and I wasn't sure what was happening as she stood before me.

Extending the seashell to me, she gave me a look that almost made me fall to my knees. I stood there, awkwardly as she smirked at me and gestured to the seashell. "Apologize."

What? Apologize? "You want me to apologize?"

"Do you know what a seashell is?" She asked me. I shook my head.

"It's an exoskeleton to a mollusk. Each one is unique based on how it grew which is why people value them, holding them in regard for the beauty that they can hold. We use them to make jewelry, clothing, decorations and these once housed a tiny creature, housing it, protecting it from the environment."

"Uh, okay." I said, still not sure who she was or what was happening.

"It is a gift to find one and you go and toss it haphazardly. So apologize for rejecting the gift."

I still had no idea what was happening. I just felt drawn to her and I felt compelled to do as she asked.

I bowed my head a little, looking at the seashell. "I'm sorry."

She smiled, slightly biting her lip. "Good boy," she said, slipping the seashell in her robe pocket.

"Desirae," she extended her hand to me.

"Oz," I said taking her hand. The touch of her hand was so soft and warm.

I had no time to know how to react as she pulled me close, her lips pressing against mine as her hands slipped around my head, holding me against her lips. Her tongue probed into my mouth, rolling against mine as I felt the heat in my crotch grow as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her against me.

She purred as she slipped her hands down, sliding into my shirt. The buttons flew off as she ripped it off of my body, my head spinning as she bit my lip, tugging on it. A groan escaped my throat as she ran her hands over my body, touching my flesh, my own nipples hardening in the sea air.

She released me, smiling like a mad woman as her laughter filled the night air, sliding the robe from her shoulder, revealing the absolute beauty of her breasts. My mouth fell open as she encouraged my mouth to envelope her nipple into my mouth. She threw her head back, moaning softly as I fed on her, as if I needed the mother's milk from her.

"Good boy," she panted, as she stroked the back of my head, her robe falling off of her body. She shined brilliantly under the night sky now. My teeth grazed her nipple, moving from one to the other as I wondered how the hell this was happening. I panted as she stepped backwards, the sea air carrying her hair around her.

She stepped back, and smiled, asking me to hand her her robe. I looked around, wondering if I was crazy as I tried to find the hidden cameras.

"Don't be rude," she said, still grinning. I knelt down, reaching for her robe and offering it to her. She slide it over her shoulders, and running her fingers through her hair.

"Thank you, Oz. That was pleasant," was all she said as she turned back to the hotel, leaving me with my engorged cock and my mind questioning everything that just happened.

The next morning, I woke up wondering if I had imagined everything from the night before. My showered washed the sand out of my hair and crevices' as I determined that the whole thing had to have been a dream. Sure, I had been on the beach but everything else had to have been a dream.

I shaved, packed my bags and tried to figure out how I was going to get to the airport. I left my room, bag in hand as I headed down to the lobby. I pressed the button for the elevator and waited the memory of last night fading as I stood there, wondering if I had anything at home to eat.

The doors open and revealed Desirae standing there, wearing more than a robe. She now had a blouse and skirt, her hair done up on top of her head. She grinned at me as I stepped into the elevator, pressing the close door.

I stood there, trying to figure out what to say as she stared ahead, a sly smile on her lips. On those gorgeous fucking lips. My cock remembered her as I felt my pants tightening just from being in her presence.

"Desirae," I said, unsure what else I could say.

"Let me guess," she chuckled. "You thought it might have been a dream?"

"I honestly have no idea what happened," I said honestly.

She chuckled again. "I simply needed to have a taste."

"A taste?"

"Yes."

"What does that mean?" I ask.

She pressed the stop button forcing the elevator to stop. She turned towards me, her smirk growing.

"It means this week has been boring as fuck. I have been stuck in meeting after meeting and I needed to do something, I needed to feel something."

I stood there, not quite understanding what she meant.

"I went out there last night to just try and clear my head. I just needed to breath in the sea air and maybe take a dip. I prefer to feel the water on my bare skin so I just wore the robe last night. There is something so exhilarating about being naked out in the water with no one around."

"But I was around."

"Yes you were and completely ruined my plan, you naughty boy." With each word, she stabbed a finger into my chest, her nail cutting into my flesh.

"I'm sorry," I said and her grin grew wider.

"That's all I wanted, darling. I just wanted an apology."

"You are confusing the hell out of me," I said and she stood onto her toes, flicking her tongue across my lips as she ran those hands over my chest once again.

"I think you like confusing," she whispered.

"Generally, no. I am not a fan of being confused," I said, my brow sweating as I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest.

Her hands cupped my testicles in her hand and I felt her squeeze, just enough pressure to make me feel it.

"I think you like it," she said.

"Maybe I like pretty women," I said.

She shook her head. "Don't do that. Don't be like them."

"Like who?"

"Like all the other guys who just want to fuck me. I know I am hot. I know the reaction I can get from men and women. I am desirable and I know how bad they want to fuck me. I don't want to just fuck someone. I can fuck anyone I want. I want to be fucked by someone who has passion."

"Passion? How do you know I have passion?"

She told me it was because I got angry at a seashell. And I apologized for throwing it.

"That doesn't make sense, Desirae."

"Are you leaving?" she asked.

"I-I was supposed to."

"Don't," she asked, her voice low.

She slid her hand down her stomach, disappearing under her skirt, her eyes closing as she touched herself, feeling the bliss that it granted her. Her fingers massaged her mound as she teased herself. She held onto my arm, pinching her nails into my arm as she closed her eyes.

I leaned my mouth down to press my lips to hers, but she turned her head away, my mouth caressing her neck. My head was spinning as she continued to tease herself as I nibbled her flesh. Her words rolled around in my head as my hands gripped her hips, feeling her roll them under my touch, her breathing getting hotter as she continued.

She was playing a game with me and I didn't know the rules. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, what I was allowed to do. I kissed up her chin, wanting to taste her lips.

"Oh fuck," she whispered, moving her lips away from mine again as her body shivered under her touch.

It was then something clicked inside of my mind and for some reason, I felt something change inside of me.

My hands on her hips, I pushed her back, pressing her against the wall of the elevator. Her eyes went wide, still dazed from her own self pleasure as I pinned her against the steel wall and pressed my lips to hers. A purr escaped her lips as she surrendered to my touch, my tongue swirling against hers.

She whimpered as I growled against her, my erection now pressed against her crotch and just before I thought I was going to lose control, she slid her hand free and offered me a taste.

My mouth enveloped her fingers, tasting her sex sending a shiver through me as I wanted more.

I wanted to taste her here, now, but she was quick, slipping free from my grasp and reactivating the elevator. She smiled at me as the elevator continued down to the lobby, my breath heavy and hot as I didn't care if the doors opened and a crowd was gathered watching me pin her down and bury myself in her.

"Dinner," she said through heavy breath. "Tonight."

"Or we can skip dinner," I said, wanting to eat now.

"Dinner. Tonight. The restaurant in the hotel. I'll reserve the table under my name." the doors opened and she disappeared, leaving me throbbing, hungry.

I stood there, gathering myself as I tried to calm myself down but I had never felt like this before. I was like steel. I felt like I was a college kid again.

I grabbed my bag and stormed into the lobby, yanking my phone from my bag.

"Carl! I'm going to miss my flight. I don't care, there is nothing I can do. No, no. I have a meeting tonight. Yes, it is important, might be the most important meeting of my life. I'll be back in a few days," I told him, hanging up without another word.

They could fire me. I didn't care right now. I needed to go to this dinner tonight, I needed her. She was not just a desire. She was not just a need now. She had become inevitable.

I marched to the front desk, my fist slamming down on the counter as I tried to calm down. "I need my room for another night or two."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"No, shut the fuck up," I said, regretting my behavior. "I'm sorry. I need a room. Any room, do you have a room?"

The clerk frowned, their fingers spearing into their keyboard. "We have our Beachfront Suite available."

I slapped my card on the counter. "Book it."

I checked with the restaurant, learning how long I had to wait for her. No matter how long it was going to take, it wouldn't be soon enough. I reached my new room, stripping my clothes off and taking a cold shower, needing to cool myself down. I wanted to give myself a release now, wanting to take my cock in my hand and give myself relief but I knew I would have it tonight, if I was patience, if I waited.

Her lips, her pussy, her ass. I wanted all of it. I wanted to cum inside of her, on her, I wanted everything. God, I wanted her, I needed her. I desired nothing else.

Time seemed to go by in inches. I was crawling inside of my own skin, thinking of the things I wanted to do to her. I couldn't remember the last time I felt like this. I was driving myself crazy, even when I tried to distract myself watching TV, I found myself thinking back to the beach when she first teased me.

I stood on my balcony, watching the sun set over the water, wondering where she was. What if she didn't show? What if she didn't actually plan for anything to happen? What would I do? What would I say?

I got dressed for dinner and in the room I saw a random item, a decoration. I pulled it free from the wall and tucked it into my pocket, unsure why I had done so but knowing I would need it.

I approached the doors to the restaurant, trying to calm myself as I approach the hostess stand. I cleared my throat, waiting and found myself almost floor when it was Desirae standing there, her hair hanging loosely around her shoulders, wearing a black dress that only offered a hint of flesh.

Her smile intoxicated me, making me feel things I had forgotten I could feel. I opened my mouth but she quickly spoke up.

"Mr. Oz, I am glad to see you join us. If you'd please follow me," she commanded. I remained silent and followed, my eyes trained on her backside as the black dress clung to her curves. She brought me to a private table, one with a view of the water under the night sky.

"Please have a seat and someone should be with you shortly," she said. I reached out, grabbing her by the wrist. A wicked smile appeared on her face as she looked over her shoulder at me.

"Aren't you joining me?" I asked.

She shook her head, "Staff are not allowed to dine with guest when on shift but I will be happy to attend to your every need this evening." She pulled her wrist free and I watched as her heels clicked away, leaving me alone.

I wasn't sure what the game was but I knew I needed to take charge if I was going to claim her as mine.

A server came, giving me a glass of water and stood by while I reviewed the menu. I sat awkwardly wondering what was happening when Desirae returned, telling the server they were free to go. I watched as they disappeared leaving us alone. She stood there, attentive but silent as I held the menu, curious as to what was going to happen.

"Has the gentleman decided on their choice?" She asked after a few pauses and I sat there, wanting to know what this all was. I was about to open my mouth when I felt my brain click again and my inner desires took over.

I tossed the menu down and stood up, the chair scratching the floor. Desirae made no move, but her eyebrow cocked up as she watched me. I looked around and saw we had almost total privacy, except if anyone were to walk along the beach and poke their head, they would see us. I decided I didn't care if anyone did. I reached for her wrist, dragging her towards me, and pulled her body against me, my mouth finding the tender flesh of her neck as I tasted her once again.,

She made no resistance, but made no move herself, letting me taste her as I pleased.

"Has the gentleman decided on his first course?" She asked, her breathing getting heavier. I knew what I wanted.

I lifted her up, earning a small squeak from her and sat her on the table. I wasted no time as I reached into my pocket, pulling the ribbon from the room out, white satin, and tied it around her eyes. It was the first time I saw her hesitate, her body wanting to react by pulling away but I didn't let her. I made sure to cover her eyes and tighten it just enough.

"I'm working," she breathed and I told her I had decided what I wanted.

I fell to my knees, pushing her dress over her golden thighs and wasted no time, letting my tongue taste her mound. Her arousal was evident, my tongue sliding across her labia as her breathing quickened.

She didn't make a move to stop, instead taking a handful of hair, pulling me closer to her, my mouth kissing her lips as my fingers slide into her, teasing her as I spread my fingers allowing me access. I let my tongue explore her, her delicious sex filling my senses as I let my fingers tickle her slightly, my tongue exploring her, wanting to find the button.

Her breathing grew faster as she took a handful of hair, tensing as I teased her. I wanted her to feel as teased as I have been. I wanted her to want me as badly as I needed her.

"Oh god," she hissed as her legs wrapped around my shoulders, pulling my mouth against her, her spiked heels digging into my back as I began to curl my fingers up, dragging them slowly towards me.

Her abs tightened as she jerked, her body uncontrollably moving as I tasted the sweetness coming from her. She bit down on her lip to keep herself from screaming as her body rocked.

I held my mouth against her, tasting her juices as she shuddered. her legs dropped to my sides as she fell backwards onto the table. She reached for the ribbon, but I slapped her hand, stopping her.

"Wha-?" she panted as I pulled her back onto her feet, pressing my mouth to hers. She moaned against my mouth, my hands sliding down her back to her ass, squeezing it.

She stood there huffing against me as I held her against me, my crotch wanting to rip out of my pants and take her right then and there but I resisted my base urge to bend her over the table and make her cry so loud the whole hotel would hear us.

Leaning against her, I whispered, "I am going to make you my slut tonight, Slut. Do you understand?"

She could only breathe, unable to find her voice as her cheeks reddened further.

"Do. You. Understand?" I slid my hand up her body, resting on her throat, only squeezing slightly.

"Y-Yes," she said.

"Yes, what?" I said, my fingertips squeezing.

"Yes, Sir," she said as I released her throat, kissing her again.

"Good girl," I told her and watched her shiver.

"Now go put my order in. I want the Steak Frites. You will bring it and while I am eating my dinner, you will be under the table. I want those gorgeous red lips around my cock. And if you stop for even a second, I will punish you," I let her go and stepped back, letting her stand up. She smoothed her dress down and started to walk away before I grabbed her arm, pulling her body.

I reached for the ribbon, pulling it off her eyes. She blinked wildly, embarrassed that she hadn't realized the ribbon was still on her eyes.