Strangers for the Night (For The Night #1) by C. J. Fallowfield Page B
Authors: C. J. Fallowfield
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hair but for the underarms,
legs and arms.
I winced internally as the memory
of that fresh back, sac and crack came back to me. I preferred manscaping, but
they never got any less painful.
Scenario
Two hot strangers meet in a
bar and you take her to your room to fuck her brains out.
I nodded as I read and memorised
the stipulations for where the sex would take place, along with an appendices
showing a floor plan of the $30,000 per night penthouse suite. Camilla wanted
it to feel as if I were an affluent businessman who could afford to stay there
and knew my way around it. I read on.
You will be masterful,
sexually aggressive, raw and passionate and make me feel like you can’t get
enough of me, that I’m the sexiest women you’ve ever fucked.
I chuckled at the request that I
attempt to perform for all four locations she had detailed, in priority order, “If
that wasn’t too much?” she’d written. O Camilla, you have no idea how many
times I’m capable of fucking your brains out in one evening, or how hard I
fuck. You’ll be begging me to stop and asking for a break even before we get to
the fourth request, I thought with a smile .
Camilla Domville
I lay face down on my bed, kicking my heels up behind me as
I chewed on my pen and stared at my text books. Rhianna was blaring from my
iPhone doc behind me, singing about rude boys and I smirked at the thought of
the boy somewhere over the Atlantic on his way to fuck me. Boy was an
understatement from the black and white photograph that had been provided with
booking form. Logan Steele was all man, at twenty-eight, all seriously buffed to perfection and his reputation in the sack was legendary. I was sick of
the college boys I’d been sleeping with, they were too interested in my money,
not me, and rarely gave me the good pounding I’d been dreaming of. I had to
uphold somewhat of a conventional appearance, given Daddy’s status, which meant
no one-night stands, lengthy dating with Daddy’s approval before I had sex,
blah, blah bloody blah. I chuckled, in fact daddy still thought his precious
little princess was a virgin. All the more reason for going to Logan to fulfil
my fantasy, discretion was of paramount importance. The thought of meeting a
random stranger, in one of his hotels no less, and being fucked senseless was
intoxicating. I’d been dreaming of it since I lost my virginity, far too gently
when I was fifteen.
‘Camilla,’ roared Daddy’s voice.
I looked around startled as he strode across my room and turned off my music.
‘Daddy!’ I protested.
‘What the hell’s going on?’ he
demanded with his hands on his hips as he towered over me as I sat on my bed.
‘What do you mean?’
‘You know the Sheikh is my best
client, well he tried to book the Domville signature suite tonight and was told
that it’s been reserved for you.’
‘I told you I needed it, Daddy.
It’s my one of my birthday treats remember? I’m having the girls over for a
sleep over.’
‘You couldn’t do it in the damn
house? We have fifteen en-suite bedrooms,’ he sighed as he ran a hand through
his hair. ‘It’s as good as a hotel.’
‘But I promised them,’ I whined,
with a well-practiced pout and watery eyes. I needed to flatter his ego too.
‘Please don’t make me cancel, they’re all so excited to see how Mr. Domville made
his billions with the flagship hotel, and to stay in the signature suite … it’s legendary .’
‘Camilla, he’s the VIP of VIP’s.’
‘More important than your own
daughter, than her birthday treat?’ I let a few tears trickle down my face and
he exhaled heavily and sat on the bed next to me and smoothed my hair.
‘O don’t cry, princess. Of course
no one’s more important than you, I’ll put him in the smaller presidential
suite. I’m sure he’ll understand when I explain.’
‘O Daddy, thank you,’ I smiled
and flung my arms around his neck, rejoicing on the inside.
‘Who’s coming? Can I trust
legs and arms.
I winced internally as the memory
of that fresh back, sac and crack came back to me. I preferred manscaping, but
they never got any less painful.
Scenario
Two hot strangers meet in a
bar and you take her to your room to fuck her brains out.
I nodded as I read and memorised
the stipulations for where the sex would take place, along with an appendices
showing a floor plan of the $30,000 per night penthouse suite. Camilla wanted
it to feel as if I were an affluent businessman who could afford to stay there
and knew my way around it. I read on.
You will be masterful,
sexually aggressive, raw and passionate and make me feel like you can’t get
enough of me, that I’m the sexiest women you’ve ever fucked.
I chuckled at the request that I
attempt to perform for all four locations she had detailed, in priority order, “If
that wasn’t too much?” she’d written. O Camilla, you have no idea how many
times I’m capable of fucking your brains out in one evening, or how hard I
fuck. You’ll be begging me to stop and asking for a break even before we get to
the fourth request, I thought with a smile .
Camilla Domville
I lay face down on my bed, kicking my heels up behind me as
I chewed on my pen and stared at my text books. Rhianna was blaring from my
iPhone doc behind me, singing about rude boys and I smirked at the thought of
the boy somewhere over the Atlantic on his way to fuck me. Boy was an
understatement from the black and white photograph that had been provided with
booking form. Logan Steele was all man, at twenty-eight, all seriously buffed to perfection and his reputation in the sack was legendary. I was sick of
the college boys I’d been sleeping with, they were too interested in my money,
not me, and rarely gave me the good pounding I’d been dreaming of. I had to
uphold somewhat of a conventional appearance, given Daddy’s status, which meant
no one-night stands, lengthy dating with Daddy’s approval before I had sex,
blah, blah bloody blah. I chuckled, in fact daddy still thought his precious
little princess was a virgin. All the more reason for going to Logan to fulfil
my fantasy, discretion was of paramount importance. The thought of meeting a
random stranger, in one of his hotels no less, and being fucked senseless was
intoxicating. I’d been dreaming of it since I lost my virginity, far too gently
when I was fifteen.
‘Camilla,’ roared Daddy’s voice.
I looked around startled as he strode across my room and turned off my music.
‘Daddy!’ I protested.
‘What the hell’s going on?’ he
demanded with his hands on his hips as he towered over me as I sat on my bed.
‘What do you mean?’
‘You know the Sheikh is my best
client, well he tried to book the Domville signature suite tonight and was told
that it’s been reserved for you.’
‘I told you I needed it, Daddy.
It’s my one of my birthday treats remember? I’m having the girls over for a
sleep over.’
‘You couldn’t do it in the damn
house? We have fifteen en-suite bedrooms,’ he sighed as he ran a hand through
his hair. ‘It’s as good as a hotel.’
‘But I promised them,’ I whined,
with a well-practiced pout and watery eyes. I needed to flatter his ego too.
‘Please don’t make me cancel, they’re all so excited to see how Mr. Domville made
his billions with the flagship hotel, and to stay in the signature suite … it’s legendary .’
‘Camilla, he’s the VIP of VIP’s.’
‘More important than your own
daughter, than her birthday treat?’ I let a few tears trickle down my face and
he exhaled heavily and sat on the bed next to me and smoothed my hair.
‘O don’t cry, princess. Of course
no one’s more important than you, I’ll put him in the smaller presidential
suite. I’m sure he’ll understand when I explain.’
‘O Daddy, thank you,’ I smiled
and flung my arms around his neck, rejoicing on the inside.
‘Who’s coming? Can I trust
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