"Get on all fours....NOW." He commanded. He had pulled all the way out of her, just as she was feeling the familiar stirrings of orgasm.
"Please," she said softly to him. "Please NO."
She was looking into his eyes with a pleading urgency. She knew what he wanted to do next, and she had decided before she ever got there that she wasn't doing it. The eyes that looked back at her were chocolate brown. He was so MALE, maybe not classically good-looking like an effeminate Rob Lowe, but rugged, strong, quite possibly the essence of masculinity. He could just look at her and her panties would become damp.
"Sweetheart, please...Just fuck me the regular way..It felt so good"
" Do you think you have ANY control here?" He thundered to her. " You are here because you please me. Get on you hands and knees now, or I will tie you up, and fuck you anyway I want." He was losing it, she knew this. He wasn't used to anyone not immediately doing what he asked, especially not her.
Hindsight being what it is, she wasn't sure what made her scramble off the bed and make a run for it. Maybe it was the auburn hair, or the Scotch/Irish heritage, or just the plain outrage of having no control. She could have had a lot of men—she knew that. Her measurements were like a young Sofia Loren, curvy, but athletic as well. But she scurried off the bed like a spider, too quick for him, although he lunged for her leg. She made it into the living room part of the hotel suite, forgetting her clothes, purse, everything. All her mind could think of was getting out.
He ran up to her and put his hands over hers as they were on the door handle. Grabbing her by her hair at the back of the neck , he frog-marched her over to the sliding glass door. The sky was ominously black and gray as the first stirrings of a wicked thunderstorm were approaching. He opened the door, but still held her in the doorway as he said,
"I will not play these games with you anymore. You know what I expect from you. Why do you keep trying to run away? "
His right hand still held her hair low at the back of her neck, while the left hand traveled down lower, between her legs, where he placed his fingers and moved them back and forth, from front to back. She could feel herself relax somewhat.
He brought his wet hand up to her face and he said," You are such a whore. Why would you want to run away when you are so wet for me?"
He expected no answers to his questions, but he gently started kissing her shoulder as he moved them out to the balcony. His grip was still firm on her hair, but his left hand was covering her left breast. Groping her, pulling her nipple so that it stood out firm. The sky was now really dark, and it was raining hard. Big drops of cool rain that stung their skin slightly as they fell. They were facing the beach, and the sight was nothing less than a spectacular, awe-inspiring sight. Lightening and thunder miles away, the whitecaps on the surf smashing down.
"Lets get something straight so that we understand how this is going to work. You are mine when we are together. I will tell you what I want and YOU WILL DO IT. I don't give a shit if you want to or not. Don't you want to be my little sex toy, my good girl?"
"UMMMM," she purred back at him, swaying her hips back and forth, rubbing her ass all over him. He was still really hard. Still holding her head, he made her bend from the waist. He teased he by just putting it in the opening of her wet love box.
