Naughty Hot Shots - Becoming The Master by Tessa Wanton Page B

problem with this wasn’t his embarrassment now, but more the overtly sexual response that his body was displaying. Her body pressing to his was intoxicating, she was warm and soft, and it was something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. A pliant and willing woman obviously attracted to him, and it appeared she was willing to stop at nothing to capture him. He ran his hands down the curves of her waist, curling his fingers around her nubile body with the intent to gently untangling her from him; but touching her in such a tender fashion only served to send shivers down his spine, and a much deeper feeling to emerge. The need to bury himself in the loveliness of this girl, the wonder of what she would look like beneath him, how her face would contort as wave after wave of pleasure took her body.
    Finally, he managed to steel himself and separate their bodies, stepping back, he gestured to the bed, “Ok, enough, young lady. It’s just a bed for the night. Now I suggest you get some sleep. I have a few things to finish off, but it won’t be long before lights off. You can use the bathroom first.” He turned his back to her and leaned over the hotel room desk to check on the spreadsheet that was still demanding attention – and to try to regain some sort of focus before the girl returned to taunt him further. As she disappeared into the harsh light of the bathroom, he dropped his head into his hands and dug his fingertips into his bare scalp. Just what was happening to him tonight? Was he tempting the devil? No, he was a full-grown man, and she was a mere young girl, only a few years out of university, he could handle her. Try as she might, he was sure that there was nothing she could do to tempt him into infidelity.
    Saving the last section of his work, he shut down his computer and stood back to assess his bed for the night. “Charles, Charles, Charles,” he muttered to himself as he stared at the decidedly uncomfortable looking sofa. Lost deep in thought, he removed his cufflinks and dropped them next to his laptop. Just as he was slipping his belt from his trousers, Louise re-emerged. She had taken all of her makeup off and removed her stockings or tights, or whatever she had been wearing. She had also clearly removed her bra. He reminded himself to breathe, as he concluded she must also have removed her panties. So now her clear, luminous skin and the tantalizing thought of one flimsy garment standing in the way of pressing his body to hers greeted him. She launched herself face first onto the bed, looking coquettishly over her shoulder, as she arched her back in such a way as to make her pert ass stick up in an inviting fashion.
    Deciding hurriedly that he should now really use the bathroom, Charles tried to collect his thoughts and made his way across the room. He had no idea what compelled him do what he did next, but it flowed so naturally from his hand that he followed through instinctively. The belt he’d held doubled up in his left hand was swinging freely, and as he passed her, he couldn’t resist swatting her just a little harder than he knew would be comfortable. The result of this action however, shocked and delighted him in equal measure, which also had the effect of troubling him greatly. Louise moaned with obvious sexual pleasure.
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    Retreating quickly to the bathroom, he tried to hide his shock and arousal at Louise’s response to his belt strike. Turning the cold tap on full, he braced himself over the washbasin, gripping the porcelain edges as if he was clinging on to it for dear life. The sound of the rushing water thundered in his mind, trying to drown out the insistent thoughts that were urging him to go back into that room and take what was plainly on offer for him. Watching the water swirl and froth, he gritted his teeth as he battled with his desires and attempted to control the adrenaline rush that threatened to engulf his senses. Carefully releasing the basin with