Honor looked around, charmed by the scene around them. She smiled appreciatively at him as he pulled out a chair for her, his hand resting on the small of her back as she sat down. He sat on the other side of the table, his manner relaxed and as revealing...
She arrived at the Grand Imperial, and rode the elevator up to the sixteenth floor, sharing the lift along the way with two Asian gentlemen who made every effort to avoid staring at her bared mid-riff and obviously unrestrained breasts under her shirt, an...
Mongkhut drove them to the gleaming skyscraper Honor had seen on the television, smoothly guiding the car into an underground garage, away from the small crowd of business reporters at the building's front entrance. Marq had kissed her lips, and then casu...
Honor finally got to finish watching 'The Odalisque' later that night, after another disturbingly enjoyable dinner in the nude. There had been no dancing this time, but she had once again been on Marq Haydn's menu for dessert. The title screen - with the...
Honor left the elevator at a fast walk, pulling her impulsively bright red suitcase behind her into the hotel lobby, wincing as she glanced at her watch again. She had just over an hour to get to the airport before the baggage drop-off for her flight clos...
The parking lot was empty. There was at least that to be grateful for, she thought. She was naked again, wearing nothing more than her mask, shoes and jewelry, perched on the hood of the Mercedes, her legs spread wide, crying out softly, a sharp intake of...
The dress was easier to describe by what it lacked than what it did not. It had no sleeves, no back, no sides and almost no front; the wide draping cowl of the neckline plunging down to a point well below the tiny vertical slit of her belly button. The lo...
The green light of the bedside clock had said it was just a little past six when her eyes opened, the gray light of dawn already shining through the curtains. And nearly ten minutes later, she was still lying on top of him, at the same odd angle on the la...
The large flat screen's digital clock had said '8:16' in bright green-lit digits, and it was tuned to an Asian-based English-speaking news channel when she turned it on. She fidgeted as she brought the tea cup to her lips, squirming on the sofa, her legs...
The number of people in the basement lobby was surprisingly low considering the volume of guests going through the automatic doors. A large number of guests elected to use the spiraling staircase to the ground floor instead of waiting for the lifts. Yet t...
She was silent as he drove, just looking at him, her eyes undressing him to see the broad shoulders and muscle underneath his jacket and shirt, remembering the taste of his skin, the scent of his body, the feel of him around her, inside her, the taste of...
It was morning. And she was being fucked again. Honor squealed one last time, arching back on her hands and knees and impaling herself fully on Marq Haydn's member as she felt him explode inside her. Her lips turned up in a wide smile as she felt him rele...
The clock said the time was 7:51 when she had woken up to find herself completely naked and entangled around a strange man on a strange bed thousands of miles away from home. For a long moment, she had remained where she was, her head on his shoulder and...
According to the clock on the bedside table, it was just a little past two in the morning. The room was dark, the lights switched off sometime after she had fallen asleep. Honor stared at the clock's softly-lit round face and watched another minute slowly...
He opened the door at her second knock. "Can I come in?" Honor asked in a quiet voice. He stepped back from the door, and she walked back into Suite 1615, pulling her red suitcase behind her. She walked in on rubbery legs and let go of the suitcase by the...
