Song for the mood: Need You Tonight covered by Welshly Arms (original by INXS). A snippet of the lyrics:

I've got to let you know
You're one of my kind

Vera

One hour later

"Interesting place, sweetheart," Alistair remarked as we stepped into our room at the Casa de Amor.

"I thought you'd like it," I whispered, peppering his masculine jaw with hot kisses.

"You are a woman of mystery, love," he drawled, breaking away from me. "Did you come here with a former lover?"

"That's my secret to keep," I responded with a coy smile.

I heard about Casa de Amor from Julian, who had a secret arrangement with a mystery woman. All I knew was that she was a wealthy benefactor who helped him financially in exchange for his body to pay for his debts. It's something Sapphire wasn't aware of, but that was for Julian to sort out. Enough about my brother, because tonight was about me.

Located outside Lester Harbor, Casa de Amor was a secluded sex motel that charged by the hour and offered a special overnight rate. Each room had a jacuzzi, mirrors, and televisions with porn channels.

Some rooms were bondage-themed, while others were furnished with disco lights and dance poles. Our room featured a ceiling mirror above our bed, red carpet, and a vinyl-coated bondage horse. Next to it, there was a small table with rope to be used on the apparatus's sturdy rings for bondage. A leather flogger lay next to the rope.

"What the heck is that?" Alistair's eyebrows shot up as he loosened his grip on me.

"It's a bondage horse," I replied, slowly unzipping the back of my dress. "Once I'm in position, I want you to spank me. Feel free to use the flogger."

"I need a minute!" He panicked, breaking away from me. He stepped back and placed his hands in his pockets.

My body instinctively ached for him after he pushed away. I bit my lip and played with my dress, exposing my black lace bra.

"We can skip the horse this time. If you feel unsure about this, we can leave." I touched his arm, but he didn't respond.

I was about to zip up my dress and walk away when Alistair seized my waist. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks as he gyrated his pelvis into mine. His tight grip spelled out possessiveness, and I succumbed in sweet surrender.

"No, Vera," he murmured, thrusting his hardness against my body. "You're not getting it easy tonight, sweetheart."

Lowering my eyes, I toyed with his shirt collar while the heat of his face rubbed against mine.

"Goddamn, woman. Kiss me," he whispered as his perfect aquiline nose touched mine.

Feeling my heart skip a beat, I closed my eyes and drove my mouth upon his, allowing his tongue to slip past my lips and undo me with skillful expertise.

I drew in every breath he released, savoring the pleasure of his warm, minty taste. All it took was one kiss to yield to his desire.

Oh, God!

It was too damn good! His luscious lips and forceful tongue demanded desire as his soul breathed into mine. It was too much for my heart. Never had I felt such overwhelming, devouring passion, electrical energy that was so strong that my body jolted away from his.

I ran. I ran toward the door, with the thrill of the hunter's hunger still on my lips.

"Vera!" he called, sprinting after me. "Don't leave!"

Slowly turning toward him, I bit my lip. "Kissing you was emotional for me."

"Then, let's get emotional. Let's get deeper. Take my body. Taste it," he urged, his green eyes keeping me captive. "Please! Here, take my hand. Trust me."

I took Alistair's hand, gravitating back to him. My fingers traced the strength in his shoulders, the firmness of his chest, and the details of every vein and muscle that created his powerful arms. His hands grabbed my buttocks, pressing my pelvis tightly against his hardened groin.

"Shall we continue our kiss?" he murmured into my ear with sweet seduction.

"Yes." I nodded, taking in the heat of his lips again.

Perhaps I had bartered my naked soul for his with just one hitched breath, one missed heartbeat, and one voracious kiss.

Breath for breath.

Heartbeat for heartbeat.

Kiss for kiss.

Soul for soul.

Those words spun like a tornado in my heart. Here we were, two people who barely knew each other, and I felt as if we existed for love.

Breaking away from our passion-coated kiss, I regained my composure, still flushed with excitement. I had just experienced the most intoxicating moment of my life with Lester Harbor's biggest playboy.

I was ready.

I wanted to be with Alistair.

"That was one hell of a kiss!" he exclaimed as his eyes shifted from angelic enchantment to sinful delight. "You know, Vera, I would have kept hunting you if you ran away."

"You're dangerous," I said, wiping the sweat that trickled down his cheekbone, "but I'm willing to take a chance on you."

Throwing caution to the wind, I unbuckled his belt and began to unfasten his pants. I guided his playful hands to free me from my dress. One tug was all it took, and my outfit was on the floor.

"I'm an impulsive man," Alistair confessed, nipping my earlobe and giving it little licks. "You have no idea how badly I want you. I need to have you. Do you feel the same for me?"

I nodded while his thumb explored my lips, dipping into my mouth and teasing it. I took the tease and sucked his thumb, tasting its saltiness.

"Ah, that's it. Good girl," he groaned, thumbing the inner walls of my mouth. He withdrew his thumb, kissed my hungry mouth, then stopped for a moment.

"What's your safe word, sweetheart?"

"Trust. And yours?"

"Fire. Take your bra and your panties off," Alistair commanded, spanking my ass cheek. I felt the sharp sting of his stiff fingers mark my skin red.

"Oh, Daddy!" I unbuttoned Alistair's shirt. "Are you going to screw me tonight?"

"As long as we play it safe," he replied. He fished a condom from his pocket and threw it on the circular bed. He then removed his Oxford shoes, dark wool socks, and tailored pants, placing them neatly near the jacuzzi.

I kicked my dress away from me, removed my stilettos, and discarded my stockings. All I had left was a flimsy bra and an itty-bitty thong.

"Care to remove my shirt?" Alistair asked, revealing dark-blue boxer shorts beneath his open shirt.

I stared at his muscular chest, which tapered down to a narrow waist. The faint grooves of his taut, hard abs were like a washboard.

"Damn, I could do my laundry on your abs," I admired, playing with my hair.

"Vera," Alistair warned, "You're a very naughty girl."

"Why's that, Mister Scott?" I grinned, snaking my hand down his cotton boxers. Bingo! I felt a hard cock, only to have my fingers removed and smacked.

"I asked you to take your bra and panties off, and you didn't listen. Take them off. Now!" Alistair raised his voice. He grabbed his belt from his pants, bundled it up, and shifted his pose. He slapped the belt on his other palm to signal what was coming if I didn't behave.

I tilted my head to one side, laughed softly, and removed my bra.

"Fuuck! Are you trying to kill me?" Alistair asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "I haven't seen a pair of natural tits like these for a while."

We stopped for a moment and gazed at each other. My bare breasts, round and full, stared at him as he eyed them with delight.

"Your tits are incredible. Your dark nipples are big enough to suck on," Alistair remarked, stepping closer. "Let me touch them." He threw his belt on the bed and weighed my breasts in his hands, kneading them like two mounds of bread dough.

His thumbs rubbed my nipples, and they stiffened in response. "So ripe for the picking," he drawled. He nipped my neck and tweaked my right nipple. His lips took it in, giving it a good, hard suck. His other hand stripped my thong off and rubbed my wet clit with dexterity, causing me to gasp and moan.

"So delicious," he breathed against my nipple, then continued to suckle on it.

It didn't take long for my liaison with Alistair to graduate to a new level-we went from being strangers to acquaintances, and now, wild sex would be our common carnal pleasure.

Would he let me dominate him, or did he prefer to dominate his partners? Or, was he like me-a giver and receiver?

A/N: Geez, these two - Alistair and Vera! Let's throw some fuel into the fire.