I knew I was in deep shit when he glared at me. I had just strolled into the hotel with the two choicest cuts of Grade A Premium beefcake this side of the Rio Grande...Cort and Hando. Inside, I had butterflies in my stomach, clear up to my throat. Meeting everyone - what would the sisters think of me? Would I behave properly in their presence? Would I commit some horrid faux pas? Probably. My social skills do not extend far past my laptop or my bedroom. Deep doo-doo...mucho ca-ca. Up the creek without a paddle. When Dino called me "Blondie", it was my death knell. Yes, I did. I had Dino six ways from Sunday on the hood of his rental car. In my garage. I guess I forgot to tell Hando. Didn't think it was a big deal. He was with Bou. He sent Dino to check up on me. I caught him. Checkmate. Come on - do you really think my radar wouldn't pick up a tall cool drink of water in Levis, wearing a ball cap - trying to conceal that head full of delicious red hair? What do you take me for? An amateur?

Oh - I digress. 

The depth of shit increased even more when I noticed that my painted lord was counting under his breath. He would be calm now - but the steam would have to escape some time. Wooo weee - things got a bit tense between Cort and Dino. Since Dino had also partaken of Isobel as well, Cort saw the need to test him. Did I tell you how gorgeous Izzy really is? No wonder Cort is ga-ga for her. I would be too...er...

"Why don't you take that scamming little ass of yours up to the room and figure out how many ways that you'll need to beg me for mercy." 

Hando knew I'd been a bad little girl with another. My time for punishment was close at hand. I withdrew to our generous room and drew myself a bath. It was pure heaven. I'm usually so busy being a computer geek that I take quick showers just to get back to my beloved laptop. A soak with perfumed salts was a treat! Although the tequila and beer had settled my nerves, I still couldn't get my brain to shut off. Too many thoughts randomly bumping into each other. And that damn voice...

Things were going well for Hando. I was so proud of him. And envious. He was getting his life together. I was still treading water. He was starting a business. I was...well...not.

Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted up by my hair and dragged out of the tub by an angry Papa Bear. Water and soap went everywhere. He slung me across the room and onto the bed. He stood there, his stare cutting through me like jagged glass. He folded his arms and tilted his head back in an imposing show of authority. Have you ever seen him do that? Fold his arms? Oh the power they wield.

He peeled off his wife beater and wound it around his hands, stretching it. "Put your hands on the headboard." Hando secured me firmly, in preparation for his retribution for my indiscretion. As he leaned over me to tighten the knot, I licked at his nipple. "No...only good little girls get to taste the candy, love. You haven't been good at all, have you?"

"Yes." 

"Are you lying? Do you need the belt?" 

Do I need the belt. Hmmm. Hando has been working out and toning up his body as of late and the jeans he was wearing were a bit loose. Loose enough for my hand to fit down them to capture nirvana. His hand fell to his belt buckle. I squirmed, wishing there was something I could grind myself on.

"Oh, you are a nasty little thing, aren't you? Want me to show you what happens to errant little girls who don't mind daddy?" 

Oh the HUMANITY! How does he do that? If he only knew how he has infected my soul with his being - hopelessly eternal in his disease. 

As the rest of my body was drying from the ceiling fan lazily whirring above us, my fountain was replenishing the moisture between my legs. My eyes were locked on the light brown trail of hair running from his belly button down into his jeans. He had gotten so tan working in the sun in the previous months. The tattoos that used to be so stark against his pale skin now blended in like shadows in the night. His nipples, like chocolate kisses.

He climbed onto the bed and straddled me. His lewd smirk told me that I was in for some real torture. 

Hando pulled the leather through his buckle, allowing it to dangle to the sides of his fly. 

"You want this, dontcha love?" 

"Mmmm Hmmmm." I licked my lips and writhed below him, still searching for some way to scratch the itch. 

His bundle was clearly visible in the worn material of his pants. Oh, what would he do? Force me to blow him? Fuck me senseless while I was tied to the bed? I must remember to be more bad more often!

He felt himself through his jeans. I mewed in frustration. "Please, baby...pull it out...let me show you how sorry I am." I gave my best big blue-eyed innocent girl look.

He caressed my face with the face of his hand and smiled at me. 

"I'm sorry love. This lollie is for nice girls." And with that he unfastened the button and lowered his zip, his manhood spilling out before me - just out of reach.

The smell of his musky scent was leading me into categorical insaneness. He was so cruel. Teasing me with dessert. He lifted his sack out so that the entire bag of chips was displayed. Damn him. Couldn't I have a courtesy lick at least?

With his balls in one hand and his cock in the other, he began stroking himself. 

How could he be so incredibly mean to me? I had a Scooby snack - was it worth all this torture? 

He sighed, "Too bad you had to go and be such a disobedient bint. I suppose I'll just have to do this all by myself." 

"Hando - pleeeeease. Don't do this to me." Tears were stinging my eyes. Damn my wimpy frustration! 

"Don't do what, love? I'm not doing anything to you - all the action is right here." 

Watching him watch his own hand run the length of his meaty dick - knowing just the speed and the amount of torque for maximum pleasure. Watching how his tongue would snake to the corner of his mouth.

I was dying a slow, painful death. When Hando realized that I was almost to the point of physical pain, he took pity on me and relented. 

Hando untied me and turned me so that we could practice the now infamous "Hand on the Wall and Thrust" maneuver. Lifting my hips, he sank himself into my aching sex. I cried aloud and kept muttering how sorry I was.

I soon realized that he was granting me a boon as a peace offering. He still had his pants on and his buckle, leather, and fly were grazing my ass and back of my thighs creating the most exquisite sensation. He knows how much I love the quickies - the "oooo, we may get caught" trysts, where you pull your panty crotch to one side while he lowers his zip enough to get it out and in. Oh the excitement....

After he filled me to the brim with his spunk, and I had let another religious experience, compliments of Hando Sr. and Jr., he led me to the shower where we simply enjoyed each other's touch in a rare moment of peace.

"My good girl. Mine..."