EXTRACT FOR
Taking Control
(Nicola Nichols)

The bathroom was to his right and the bedroom down a short hall, straight ahead of him. He shifted the package from the shop in his hand and went to the bed. As he caught view of the bed, his heart skipped a beat. It was occupied. A lovely Eurasian woman sat, propped up against pillows??"a willowy woman, probably slightly older than he, with shoulder-length, jet-black hair that gleamed. A blue, silk blouse and sensible skirt suggested she was a businesswoman; she had her shoes off, and her feet were on the bed. She wore black-rimmed glasses, and she stared at a book, apparently too engrossed to notice him coming in.



He stood still, transfixed at the glorious sight, for the woman had her skirt pulled up to her waist; a pair of black lace panties lay on the bed beside her. Her raised knees, spread apart gave him a spectacular view of her bare pussy and the movement of her long, well-manicured fingers between muscular brown legs, rubbing herself. 



No wonder Colin could only stand there, captured by that magical sight, those long muscular legs, feeling his cock getting hard.



He coughed. She lifted her head looked up at him with large brown eyes, staring through long eyelashes. He caught his breath, bracing himself for her inevitable scream. Instead, the pupils of her brown eyes widened, and she gave him a strange, somehow defiant smile.



Instinctively, he started to back out of the room, make an apology, but then he saw Silvia's face. He heard her accusing words: "You aren't aggressive enough. You aren't the kind of man who takes control."



Now, in this strange hotel room, in a strange country, with a strange and beautiful woman, Colin stood his ground. He held his glance for a time, then she opened her knees further.



He swallowed, keeping a tenuous hold on his determination as he tried to figure out what to do next. He was torn between his training, acting the way gentleman should act when he'd accidentally walked into a woman's hotel room... between than and wanting to walk to the bed and fuck this hot bitch who was teasing him, getting his prick hard. 



The sweet, odd smile irritated him; it reminded him of Silvia's taunt and his own failure to realize any of his fantasies. This woman had said nothing, barely reacted and yet, she  pissed him off. Didn't she worry about a strange man watching her? What was wrong with the bitch?



He knew if he didn't act now, he never would. He'd lose his nerve and leave with his tail between his legs. It was time to be a man. This cunt playing with herself probably expected him to turn on his heels and leave. If he did, she'd have a good laugh about that at his expense. 



Well, that wasn't going to happen. Not this time.



He walked determinedly toward her. A dildo lay on the bed near her. She didn't flinch as he approached, but when he got close, she took off her glasses and dropped then and the book. Her face turned up toward him, expectantly.