REWRITE!

Something in the story just wasn't clicking into place for me, and the last chapter I wrote really bugged me. Then it hit me, I had messed up the whole beginning of the story, duh! And I couldn't get out of my head, "how it should have started."

So here it is folks. The correct way the story should have begun…

Chapter 1 – Give Me Take Me

It was Lucy's 3rd night in Charlevoix. Tomorrow would be the first day of her new job. She had showed up early to get a look at the small summer town she would soon be calling home. Northern Michigan was MUCH different than New York. It was like being in a whole new world really. People actually smiled at strangers here, made polite small talk about the weather while standing in line at the grocery store. Everyone had a dog, and like, regular sized ones. Not tiny little designer pooches that you carried in your purse.

After the mean streets of New York, this place was heaven. She forgot what kindness was, or perhaps she never really experienced it to begin with. A man at the store with a large cart full to the brim, stepped aside to let her check out first when he saw she only had two items to buy. The lady in the hotel room next to her, complimented her on her lovely blonde hair and pretty chocolate brown eyes, and gave her a big floppy hat to wear to the beach. That exchange left Lucy speechless. It was a new experience for her, to have someone be so selflessly thoughtful.

She spent 3 wonderful days along the beaches of Lake Michigan, swimming in the clear blue waters, lying in the sun, reading and devouring book after book, while she dug her feet into the sand. She felt like a new person. She had left her old life behind, and now, well now she could be who ever she wanted… It was a scary yet amazingly exciting experience.

With that thought in mind Lucy found herself in front of the full length mirror in her hotel room. She gave herself a once over. Her long blond hair was down and in messy surfer waves. She wore a low cut black shirt dress. It wasn't skin tight, but fitted just right so it followed her curves. Short, she would have to be careful when bending over, or getting in and out of the cab. But her legs looked like they went on for days. And black suede booties with short brown wooden heels finished off the outfit.

She wasn't vain, but she knew what she looked like. And god damn did she look hot tonight. She couldn't keep the smile off her face as she twirled for herself in front of the mirror one last time. Grabbing her phone she checked the time, 10pm, her Uber ride would be there any minute. It was funny, back in New York, this would still be too early. No one really got out anywhere till Midnight and you usually didn't get home till the sun was rising the next day. Life was different here though. Dinner rush at most restaurants was already over by 8pm. And the bars in town usually had most of the customers stumbling back home around 1am. She found the small town far from stifling though; she found it more liberating than NYC ever was.

40 min later, and one very awkward Uber ride found Lucy in front of the Country Club just outside of Town. She thanked the Uber driver who happened to be a 72 year old grandmother over and over again. But Beatrice (the driver) didn't feel comfortable leaving Lucy at the Club. She kept insisting a beautiful young girl like herself should have an escort, and she wouldn't mind calling her young, (45 year old) nephew out to watch over her. A girl always has to be careful after all, don't want people getting the wrong idea…. (Ok so maybe something's were still a bit old fashioned in the small town.)

Lucy's face was bright red by the time she managed to convince Beatrice that she would be just fine, and OF COURSE she had some friends meeting her here, and a nice gentleman escort as well that would look out for them for the night. She felt bad lying to the nice, if overbearing old woman, but she really couldn't bear to be honest with her. Coming here alone and getting up to no good was the whole point of tonight's outing after all.

Walking up the Country Clubs steps Lucy gave it a quick once over. From what she gathered the rich and middle class rubbed elbows here as this was the place to be all summer. Lots of activities available year round, horseback riding, skiing, boating, hunting, and the list went on. It also had the only night club in town. Well it barely squeaked by on the definition of "night club", but it was the best this small town had to offer. She walked into the crowded dark club and took a look around. They must have had a smoke machine, as smoke swirled around her ankles, and it also covered the dance floor. The club was made up of the ground floor of the place that was packed, filled with normal middle class citizens like herself. Then there was a balcony on the second floor that ran all along the border of the place. The VIP section. The richy riches, with the exclusive country club membership passes were up there. Glancing up at the balcony, she noticed quite a few men drinking up there, leaning against the railing and looking down at the meat below them.

Lucy squeezed her way to the bar as gracefully as she could. The place really was packed tonight. After elbowing herself into a spot at the bar-top, she ordered herself 2 drinks. The first she downed, as soon as the bartender put it in front of her. His eyebrows rose up his forehead at the sight. He waited as she took the second drink. She sipped at it this time, and passed him a twenty dollar bill across the bar. He nodded and went on his way to the next customer. No judgmental look, or smarmy words from him. Good man, Lucy decided right then that she liked him. This was, of course, not Lucy's normal style. God did her throat burn, but tonight called for some liquid courage.

It had been over a year since she had been with anyone. Over a year since she has had anything between her legs that didn't run on batteries. And this new job, and move, this was supposed to be a start of a new life and a new Lucy. Tonight she wanted to let go, she wanted to forget New York, she didn't want to dwell on and over think her new job, and what this next chapter of her life would bring. This night was going to be about no regrets, no thinking, just pleasure.

Lucy turned to face the dance floor, her back to the bar, as she sipped at her drink. She eyed the crowd lazily, her hips slowly swaying to the music's beat. A few guys caught her eye, but none of them held her interest. None of them were right for what she had in mind for tonight. And that's when she saw it, a flash of blue. On the dance floor, gone in the crush of people dancing, but soon enough she saw it again. A small petite girl with short blue hair. She had a small chest, a tiny waist, and nice round ass on her. She was smiling and laughing while dancing with 2 guys.

The 2 guys were clearly absolutely smitten with her by the look in their eyes, and though they were dancing with her, neither was grinding up against her. She seemed relaxed, like she was just enjoying the moment. Friends of hers maybe then? Deff not lovers. Lucy gulped down the rest of her drink, and set the empty glass back on the bar-top. And that's when she felt it. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Carefully, subtly, she took a look around the bar. At the men on either side of her, chatting away with their friends and dates. No one was looking her way though. Whatever it was that had caused it, it was gone now.

Lucy shook her head, and before she could over think her next move to death, she stepped out onto the dance floor. Her body picked up the beat of the music, she swayed with the bodies surrounding her. Slowly dancing her way through the hot sweating crowd around her till she spotted the blue haired angel.

She started to make her way towards her when she felt it again. An itch between her shoulder blades this time. Lucy stopped in the middle of the floor, the mass of people still dancing on all sides of her. Someone was watching her. After a moment's hesitation Lucy started swaying with the music again, but she stayed in place. She looked around her, but there was nothing. Everyone around her was dancing, paying attention to their partners or friends, no one spared a second glance at her.

She continued to move in time with the song, she closed her eyes, and let her head drift back. After a few beats of the deep base she opened them and looked above her. Above, to the second floor balcony. A quick search and she found him. The second floor wasn't as packed as the ground floor, but there was a fair amount of people up there. The man that caught her eye though, he stood out, like a tiger among lions…

It was easy to recognize the more affluent patrons of the establishment. It wasn't just the way they dressed, no, it was the way they carried themselves, and the look in their eyes. That look of pure confidence, and self assuredness. They knew their place in the world, they knew what they wanted and usually had the money to get it. This man though, the man that had his eyes trained on Lucy, he was in another league entirely.

She shut her eyes again, and continued to sway with the crowd. He was the real deal, one look was enough for Lucy to know. She had met plenty of men like him before, had worked with men like him back in NYC. And she had hated men like him, she had kept her distance from them. Everything inside her was screaming to ignore him, he would loose interest soon enough. Turn around and find the pretty petite blue haired girl with the sunny smile…

She opened her eyes and found his. She didn't look away this time, no she took a moment to study him this time around. This wasn't New York, she wasn't in her old job, men like him had no power over her anymore. He had a nice tan complexion, dirty blonde hair, and he was tall, at least 6'2. Muscular and built but not overly so, very svelte frame with broad shoulders. He was wearing dark slim fit jeans, and a plain white v-neck shirt. The entire outfit was tailored of course. Crisp, clean lines that fit him perfectly. He was gorgeous, stunningly so.

Her mind screamed at her, "Not this one, anyone but him." But another part of her, a small secret part of her that she had locked up long ago couldn't help but think, "It doesn't matter anymore. You will be using him just as much as he would be using you. He is perfect."

His eyes were trained on her, on her body. She started to slowly move her hands over her curves, up her chest and into her shiny sun bleached locks. Back in her old life, men like him, they wanted to use her. For her body, because of her job, because of… Well that didn't matter anymore. Tonight she could turn the tables just this once. Tonight she could use him.

Mind made up, she started to make her way off the dance floor. She didn't even bother looking up at him again, she could feel his eyes on her. She imagined this is how the antelope felt before being pounced on by a Tiger. She made her way back up to the bar and caught the bartender's attention.

"Two of the same again please."

With a quick nod he disappeared. Now there was a professional, hadn't said a word to her all night just did his job without question or remark. He was soon becoming one of her fave people in the whole joint. She would have to be sure to tip him well. As he came back with her drinks she felt a warm body slide in the space next to her. Without looking away from the bartender, Lucy took both drinks, depositing one in front of the stranger next to her. Pulling out a $50 this time, she passed it over the barkeep, or as she was starting to refer to him in her head, "her new best friend." He gave her another one of his stoic patented barkeep nods, and walked away.

She finally turned to face the warm body next to her. She knew he was tall, but having the man all of a sudden in front of her, well that was a whole other matter entirely. She barley reached his clavicle, and he was sitting down for Christ sake! Taking a sip of her drink, she took the time to get a better look at his features. He had the most stunning eyes. The lightest brown she had ever seen, almost a bit yellow. He had a scar running through one of his brows, and another knick just under his eye as well. Seemed whatever had happened had just barely missed his eye. Quite a close call though. He had high cheek bones, an oval face with a sharp jawline. His eyebrows were a shade darker than his actual hair, and had the look about them as if he scowled often. She imagined even scowling, he would be gorgeous.

As she was studying him, he in turn had been studying her, finally meeting her eyes again, he brought the drink she had bought him up for a sip. His eyes widened in surprise, and he looked down at the glass in his hand.

"An Old Fashioned."

His voice was deep and gravely, and melted down her spine to pool in that space below her waist. He had a voice made for secrets and dark places. He looked back up at her, a ghost of a smile on his full lips. Lucy got the distinct impression that he did not smile much, so she counted that as a win.

"Mhmmm." She nodded and kept her eyes trained on him.

He leaned one arm against the bar, and brought the glass up for another swallow, as he continued to study her.

"You are not from around here."

It was a statement from him, not a question. Lucy couldn't help the smile that formed on her own lips.

"No, but then, neither are you."

Mr. Tall Dark and Stupid Ridiculously Handsome opened his mouth to speak but Lucy jumped in before he could get a chance, quite literally actually. Sitting down his legs were spread and she stepped in between them and reached up. She traced a fingertip lightly over the eyebrow with the scar. She knew it was rude, she hated people that acted so forward with her, men that put their hands on her after only just meeting her. But she knew what his next question would have been. He would ask her name, he would tell her his. But she didn't want to know his name.

So she stepped in to distract him, stepped inside his personal space. His eyes bore into hers as she traced her way over his scared brow, and down the side of his face. She could feel the heat coming off his body, standing this close to him. He looked down at her, his eyes were hard, his body had tensed just the barest bit.

"You have beautiful eyes, I have never seen eyes this color before."

She knew he had been expecting her to ask about the scar. She also knew any answer he gave her would be bullshit. He moved his free hand and carefully placed it on her hip. It was large and hot, just like the rest of him. His thumb rested on her hip bone, where it made lazy circles.

"That's supposed to be my line. Buying the drinks is supposed to be the man's move as well, for future reference. You're mixing up our playbooks here."

He scowled a bit, and Lucy couldn't help but smile again. She had been right, even with his eyebrows drown down and surly, he was still gorgeous. His gaze moved to her smiling lips, then back up to meet her eyes. His hand on her hip tightened.

"Would you like to go somewhere quite and talk?"

Wow, that was corny. Lucy had expected something a bit smoother than that from him. But then, he seemed to be a man that liked to get to the point. She nodded her head.

"I would like to go somewhere quite and not talk actually."

She held his stare. Those 3 Old Fashions were REALLY coming in useful right about now. Using a line like that with a straight face. She didn't even feel the slightest bit silly. No, in fact, her body felt taut and tense, like a bow strung tight and pulled back. She wanted this. Mr. Tiger Eyes (Hmm, more appropriate, but no, not the right nickname) set his glass down, his hand now free, he brought it up to cup her face. He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. He studied her for a moment, as if weighing a decision in his mind.

Finally he dropped his hand, and rose from the bar stool. He released her hip and instead took one of her own hands in his. His hand was huge, warm, and strong. It felt nice really, Lucy couldn't remember the last time someone had held her hand. He led her out of the bar. Once outside a cool breeze washed over her. It felt good, great in fact. Lucy rarely went out to bars or clubs, she didn't care for the crush of people that came with visiting such places and the noise. Tonight had been fun, and served a purpose, but being outside from it all felt wonderful.

He kept hold of her hand and lead her to the Valet station. He nodded to the Valet on duty, and the Valet tossed him a set of keys.

"Wait here, I'll be right back."

"Ummm." Lucy looked back and forth between him and the Valet. The Valet smiled at her, and just stood there.

Mr. Sexy McScowl Face (Also appropriate, but no that won't do either) looked down at her, his face serious. His default setting she assumed.

"I will only be a moment." And with that he walked out towards the Valet parking lot.

Lucy glanced back at the Valet, he glanced at her knowingly. She wanted to shake him. What the fuck was this all about? Who valets their own car? Isn't that called just straight up Parking? Why didn't he park his car in the regular parking lot with the rest of us normal plebs then?

And then she heard it. It sounded like a Tiger roaring, very fitting, and up the valets drive pulled in a machine of hard rigid lines, shining in black and burgundy. Lucy's mouth dropped open as it parked in front of her. Lucy's Stranger jumped out of the driver's seat, and walked over to open the passenger side door for her. Once he turned back to offer her a hand in though, he found her gone.

"This is an Aston Martin VULCAN!" Lucy squealed in delight.

The man turned back around startled, she was in the driver's seat.

"Now wait a minute.." There was a slight edge of panic to his voice.

Lucy looked up from the cockpit in amazement.

"This isn't even street legal, this is made exclusively for the track. How the hell did you manage this? You shouldn't even be able to start it without an entire god damn crew calibrating it first? Omg it's like being in the seat of a SR-71. Look at this Dash!"

Mr. Bond came scurrying around the car, (The least graceful Lucy had seen him all night) to where Lucy sat. 'Hmmm yes, Mr. Bond would be the perfect nickname for him.'

"Don't touch anything! It has a-"

"It has a start up sequence right?" Lucy interrupted, not even looking up from the dash.

"Starts with this Red button, I have to pull it out, then I twist this dial to 1, then after that I don't remember."

Mr. Bond kneeled down in front of the driver's side seat, a look in his eye.

"You have been in one before?" He sounded incredulous.

Lucy couldn't help the laugh that came bubbling out of her.

"God no, just remember seeing the concept at the International Car Show last year. I talked to one of the reps there about it. He explained the ignition sequence to me. CanIDriveIt? CanI?"

Lucy hugged the 3 pronged steering wheel to her ample chest and looked over at him excitedly.

He rubbed a hand over his face, and gave her a frustrated look. She was use to that look, she got it whenever she entered hyperactive geekout mode, and started talking fast.

"Absolutely not." He deadpanned, raising one eyebrow.

"Awww come on when am I ever gonna get a chance like this again?"

With a sigh he reached for her hand, and helped her climb out of the front seat.

"Buy your own."

"But it's 2.3 million dollars!"

"Would you let a stranger drive your 2.3 Million dollar car?" He shot back at her.

"Touché." She pouted as he led her to the passenger seat.

Once she was safely in and he himself in the driver's seat pressing all the knobs and dials needed for the complicated start up sequence, he cast her a quick glance.

"Plus," his voice was even lower now, almost matched the rumble of the engine. "It's 2.3 million stock, and this car is not stock." (1) And with that he took off, pulling another laugh of delight out from her.

He didn't take her to a hotel. He drove them up and down the highway that winded along the coastline of Lake Michigan. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, the full moon shining out on the water, it was gorgeous. It was a perfect not date. There was no pressure, they both knew how the night was going to end, and neither of them wanted anything else after this night. One of his hands lazily ran up and down her leg as they drove. The heat of his finger tips ghosting over her skin. Every couple passes his fingers would dip and run along the inside of her thigh for a moment. It sent a shiver down her spine every time.

She had forgotten that this was one of her favorite parts, the anticipation. She felt a need building low in her tummy. She could feel herself getting wet in between her legs. She turned her head away from the lake and looked at Mr. Bond instead. She caught his eye, and that was that. He slowed the car down, and pulled a U-turn, turning them back in the direction of town. Once they reached the first stop light, Lucy lifted herself out of her seat, and kissed his cheek softly. He looked over at her, his hard expression didn't change. He wasn't one to be romanced, he wasn't one for softness. She smiled at him anyways.

"Haven't you ever heard of a Red-Light Kiss?"

The light changed and they continued on their way. They passed 2 more lights before catching another red light stop. She leaned in slowly, but he had other plans. He turned and captured her face. Bringing her lips up to his own, he drank her in. His mouth was insistent, demanding, and she melted under its assault. And god but did he smell amazing, she wanted to spray whatever his cologne was onto her pillow every night before bed. The light turned green, but he didn't stop. No he kissed his way down from her mouth, to her neck. Where he continued to nibble and kiss across the sensitive skin of her throat. He hit a spot, right below her ear, and she saw stars.

Wow, that needy moan definitely did NOT come out of her. There was no way! But then he hit that spot again, this time biting and scraping his teeth across the skin. And her hands were twisted in his hair, and yes, that desperate mewl of want was coming out of her. Her traitorous body giving her away, she hated it, and didn't care all at once. She just wanted more. One of his hands found its way in between her legs, and she moaned out a quick "Yes!"

And then there was the sound of a car horn blaring out from behind them. They recoiled back from each other, she pulled her dress back down her legs, well as much as she could. And he stepped on the gas. Tearing away from the stoplight and the person stuck behind them, leaving them behind in seconds. Both of them breathing hard, not looking at each other.

He took the next left and Lucy immediately recognized where they were. Her Hotel was down this street. He passed it, and took her to a hotel that was slightly down from her own, and across the street. It was nicer than hers, and gated. He drove up the center drive and parked right in front of the main doors.

"Wait here." Was all he said before stepping out of the car and heading inside. Lucy took the time to readjust her dress properly and her hair. He came back a few moments later, a key card in his hand. He opened her door, and helped her out of the Rocket masquerading as a car. He handed her the room key.

"Room 406, very top floor. I'll park the car and be right up." And with that he was gone.

Lucy made her way inside, and located the elevator. Pushing the button marked 4 she stood back and waited. He was a bit of a contradiction. Polite, but not warm. He did not invite nor want familiarity with her. He wanted one thing from her, and he wanted to give her one thing in return. But he had gone in alone to get the room key, so she wouldn't have to be stared at by the hotel staff, with their knowing judging eyes. That was kind of him.

Once out of the elevator she found room 406, its big double doors located at the end of the hall. Making her way inside, she toed off her boots at the entrance placing them neatly near the door and out of the way. She didn't bother turning on the lights. Walking into the main room she saw that the hotel suite was comprised of many large windows. The curtains were drawn back, and the full moon shone in, lighting up the room clearly.

She made her way to what looked like a wet bar, opening the fridge; the bright light blinded her for a moment. The mini fridge was stocked full of water, pop, and MANY different beers. She recognized Russian, German, and was that Finnish? But she went and grabbed a lone Corona that was hiding in the back. She wasn't a big beer drinker, and she knew plenty of snobs that looked down on the Mexican brand. But she didn't care, it was smooth, and had her name on it.

She pulled a lime out from the fridge as well. Letting her eyes adjust back to the moonlit darkness of the room, she soon located the salt and a small paring knife. She cut the lime into quarters, sticking one into the beer bottle, then salted the rim of the bottle. She hopped up onto the bar top, brought the beer to her lips and took a nice long swig. That's when the door to the sweet opened, and Mr. Bond walked it.

He also left the lights off. Toeing off his shoes, putting them neatly by hers, he looked around the room before his eyes found her at the bar. Lucy swallowed hard at the sight of him walking her way, prowling more like it. He came up to the bar, and it felt as if their roles were reversed. This time he stepped in between her legs and invaded her personal space. His hands ran up her legs and hips till they reached behind her. Without warning, he grabbed her by her ass, pulling her to the edge of the bar. Her legs spread wider to accommodate him, she wrapped them around his waist. The heat between her legs firmly against his stomach.

The bar top was high, she was almost eye to eye with him like this. He reached over for the Carona she still held in one hand and brought it to his own lips. Tipping his head back he drank from it, exposing his neck. And god but he looked delicious. Lucy dove in then, her lips biting at his collar bone that peeked out from his shirt. Then made her way to his bobbing adams apple. And she was once again enveloped by the smell of him. God, it was like a spell that dragged her in, she couldn't get enough.

He finished off the beer, and bent his chest back from her, pulling away.

"No." Lucy mumbled as she tried to follow him, her hands running over his chest, trying to grab onto him. She wanted him back. He chuckled as he put the empty beer bottle on the bar top. His hands found hers and pulled them off his chest. As if she was a doll, with no strength, he put them behind her back and held them there with one hand. That made Lucy pause, a moment of panic flashed through her. But she looked up at her Mr. Bond and he stared back at her, waiting. Waiting for her response…

There was one thing Lucy prized above all else in her life, control. Control of herself and her independence. She had boyfriends in the past, who had wanted control in the bedroom. She had kindly turned them down without a second thought, and sent them on their way. In the past it had been a deal breaker for her. It was never something she felt comfortable exploring, never something she thought she would enjoy. In this moment though, that small secret hidden voice popped up again.

'Just let go. Just this one night. No one will ever know, and you will never see him again.'

And it was decided; Lucy looked into Mr. Bonds beautiful tiger eyes, bit her bottom lip, and nodded once. And with that he was on her. One hand still held both hers behind her back, his other reached up to her neck and held it, pulling her in, greedily consuming her mouth. His mouth was divine, but all she thought of was his hand on her throat. It didn't hurt, it wasn't too hard, only forceful. And as scary as she found it, she also found herself incredibly turned on.

She kissed him back, it was not her nature to submit. She bit his bottom lip, running her tongue over it afterwards. His hand traveled from her neck, to the back of her scalp. He carefully took a fistful of her hair and slowly pulled her head back. Lucy gasped. It didn't hurt exactly; she actually found the tug against her scalp an amazing turn on. He pulled her head back further and further, making her arch her back to accommodate how far he was pulling her. He held her like that for a long moment not doing anything else.

Then he nuzzled her chest. In this position, her breast were jutting out, the fabric of her thin shirt dress, pulled tight across them. He started tonguing her nipples through the fabric of her dress and bra. He nibbled at them, sending bolts of pleasure that traveled from her chest, to between her legs. She started mewling, and squirming in his hands.

He let go of her hands, she had to fumble and catch at the bar top to keep from falling over, as he did not let go of her hair. Panting hard, her arms and elbows braced against the bar, he reached with his free hand and roughly tugged down the top of her dress and bra, exposing her breasts to the air. He was on them again, nipping and tounging at one nipple, his fingers finding the other and pinching.

"Ahhhh, please."

It tore out of Lucy's throat. She didn't even know what she was begging for. All she knew was that he felt amazing, and she never wanted it to stop. But it did stop. He let go of her hair and chest. Her body slumped back to the bar top, her top half held up by her elbows she looked up at him as she tried to catch her breath. His eyes were downcast, looking at her legs that were still wrapped around his midsection. He grabbed them, and unhooked them from him. Bending over, he put one over his shoulder, and the other he held up.

Lucy never felt more exposed in her life. A deep shiver ran up her spine, seeing him leaning in between her wide spread legs. Her dress had ridden up high, she could see her black lace panties. He lowered his head down and bit her inner thigh.

"Ah fuck!" It stung only the barest bit, but god did it feel so good. Lucy was panting, trying to catch her breath and he still hadn't even touched her in that special spot yet. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back.

She felt him run a finger up and down softly over the fabric of her panties. With each pass the touch got firmer and firmer. He started running his fingers along the edge of the fabric, until finally he worked a finger inside the flimsy material. He rubbed his finger over here clit, slow and torturous. Finally bringing it down to her tight little hole. He circles it slowly.

"Fuck, your so wet." He growled. His voice sounded gravely, and heavy.

With a jerk of his hands, he ripped apart her panties. Lucy gasped and brought her head up in time to watch his head dip down again, his mouth capturing her clit, as 2 of his fingers rubbed along her entrance.

"Fuuuuuuck." Lucy's head fell back again, as she moaned out the expletive. His tongue lapping at her, his fingers teasing. In the back of her mind, she knew she should find the idea of a stranger ripping off her panties terrifying. But all it did was turn her on. The pure want she felt rolling off of him, the want for her and her body.

He moved his tongue down to her entrance, where his two fingers were teasing her opening, and started fucking her with his tongue. Her body started shaking with pleasure. Moans and nonsensical plea's started falling out of her mouth, she couldn't stop them, she couldn't shut up. And his finger moved to her clit and started rubbing at it, flicking it, pinching it. Her back arched off the bartop, her body tensed, and tensed, the pleasure overwhelming her, until finally like a wave it broke over her. The orgasm came fast, and hit her hard.

She rode it out until her body laid boneless on the bar-top. Mr. Bond stood up and bent over her, kissing her stomach, and then up to her breasts. He grabbed her by her arms, and pulled her up, rearranging her so he could pick her up. Carrying her over to the bed, he sat her down on the mattress. Slowly carfully, he pulled her dress off of her, and then her bra. She laid back against the pillows and looked up at him, as he looked over her body hungrily.

He reached behind his neck and grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulling it up over his back and chest and throwing it to the side. His chest was broad and well defined. His stomach was flat, and he had a 6 pack, and deep v-lines that disappeared into his pants. There was some scarring over his chest, really faint, and a tribal tattoo that covered up most of it. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his boxer briefs off in one motion.

When you take a man to bed for the first time, you never know what you are gonna get. What they are hiding below the belt that is…

Well Mr. Bond was hiding a anaconda! Fuck but Lucy couldn't take her eyes off his cock. It was so unbelievably thick. Thankfully, though a bit long, it wasn't too long. She licked her lips as he ran a hand down his stomach to his dick. He grabbed on to it stroking up and down it's thick length. He knelt onto the bed one hand still stroking himself, the other reached down to her. His thumb caressed over her lips, pulling at her bottom lip. She bit the tip of it, then sucked on his thumb. Her lips wraped around it as she looked up at him. He bit his lip as he watched her.

"That mouth. The moment I saw you at the bar, and I saw those lips, I wanted to know what they felt like around my cock." He pulled his thumb out of her mouth only to stick it in again. Repeating the motion over and over.

Lucy moaned at his words. She had never had anyone talk to her like that before during sex. She rubbed her thighs together, the tension and heat was building up down below her waist again. She wanted to feel his skin against hers again.

"You like how that sounds huh? You want to feel my dick in your mouth?"

Lucy was panting now, her eyes fixated on his hand is it worked its way up and down his length steadily. He took his thumb out from her mouth and leaned back on his haunches.

"Come here blondie."

She was up and on all 4 in front of him in an instant. She wanted him, she really wanted him, she wanted to taste him. She bent down between his legs, one hand reaching out to grab his hard silky cock. He gasped at her touch. Her hand running up and down his length, she brought it to her mouth. Hovering above the head, she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip where a bead of pre-cum had formed.

"Fuck" he growled lowly from above her.

She licked up the underside of his cock, the entire length, from his balls to the head. She did this over and over again. Going lower each time, Lapping and sucking at his balls as well. Until she felt his fingers thread through the hair at her scalp. His other hand moved hers out of the way, and grabbed his own cock again.

Holding her by her hair, he guided her mouth onto his dick, slowly pushing it into her mouth. Then pulling her up off him till only the tip of her head was in her mouth, then pushing her back down again. Slowly he fucked her mouth that way, and she loved it. She loved every second of it.

She felt dirty and sexy all at once. Little moans and mewling sounds were coming from her, sounds she didn't know she was capable of making.

Finally he let go of her hair. Pulling back from her he jumped off the bed. Grabbing his jeans from the floor he searched in their pockets, till he finally pulled out a condom. Ripping open the small square package, he quickly pulled out the condom and rolled it on himself.

Walking back to the bed, Lucy stood up on her knee's to meet him as he climbed back on. His mouth found hers, his hands encircled her small waist, pulling her flush against his body. His hardness trapped between them. He growled again, a sound Lucy was starting to fall in love with, as he had his way with her mouth.

He pushed her away, and man handled her till she was on all fours again. Her ass in the air, leaning on her elbows, her chest and face pressed into the mattress. His large hands rubbing over her back side, spreading her cheeks.

"Please…" It sounded so pathetic as she whispered it. She never knew this side of her existed. She had never begged to be fucked before. But she was begging now, she lifted up her head, looking over her shoulder at him.

"Please, I need it." She caught his eye.

With a snarl, he grabbed onto her ass hard, and then she felt it. The blunt hardness of his cock pushing against her. Slowly pushing inside her. It was a tight fit, he was so thick. It felt so good though. He pushed forward till the head of his cock disappeared into her. Then slowly pulled all the way out. She whimpered at the loss of him. And he was pushing back in, in and out, in and out, slowly, torturously, getting deeper and deeper with each pass. Till he was finally fully sheathed inside her.

Lucy was panting, he filled her up so good, the friction of his thick shaft rubbing against her, rubbing along her g-spot slowly over and over again. He kept up the teasingly slow pace, bending over her back, his mouth kissing the back of her neck over and over again.

He pulled out slowly and paused. Biting her shoulder, he then snapped his hips forwards harshly, and started pounding into her. Lucy gasped, and bit her lip, holding back a moan.

"You like that don't you? You like it hard huh blondie?"

Lucy shook her head, all while pushing her ass back trying to meet his hard thrusts. She was a filthy liar, she did like it, hell she loved it. But she couldn't admit it.

He uncurled himself from her back, and grabbed onto her ass cheeks. Pulling himself out from her till his head teased at her entrance. She tried to grind back down on him, but he held her in place.

"Admit it." He growled from behind her.

Lucy bit the sheet in front of her and shook her head.

Still holding her in place, another hand ran along the length of her back, past her neck, to grab a fistful of hair. Lucy held her breath as he slowly pulled on her hair, making her arch her back again, like before at the bartop.

His moved his dick to poke at her entrance over and over again without ever really sliding in. Her body shuddered and ached with need.

"I want it." It came out low and urgent.

He paused holding his body still. "What is it you want?"

Closing her eyes, Lucy took a deep breath.

"I want you to fuck me. I need it."

He let go over her hair, his hand going instead to the back of her neck, pushing her down onto the mattress.

"You want my dick, nice and hard, pounding into you?"

Lucy moaned and nodded her head.

And with that, he lined up his hips and thrust into her. Pounding into her, hard and fast. The entire bed shook with the force of his thrusts. Moans and cries of pleasure fell out of Lucy's lips, muffled by the mattress. He held her down, and fucked her, and it wasn't long till Lucy's body was trembling, those waves of orgasmic pleasure building in her body again. Rising higher and higher till it crashed over her.

She felt her body spasm, felt herself clench around his manhood. And then she was on her stomach, all strength leeched out of her.

"Fuck" he mumbled, and pulled out of her. He grabbed her arm, turning her over onto her back. Stradling her, he ripped off the condom, and started jerking himself off over her. His knuckles brushing over her chest as he did so. His head thrown back, he let out a deep guttural moan, and thick white ropes of come shot out onto her chest. He lifted his head back up and looked down at her, rubbing himself still, milking the last of it out of him, and onto her tits.

He took three deep breaths, looking down at her, before moving to get up. Lucy stayed on her back, she couldn't have gotten up if she wanted too. She had no energy left. No will to move her limbs. He came back a moment later, a small wet hand towel in his hands. It was warm and damp, and he cleaned her up. First rubbing it lowly and lightly in between her legs, and then bringing it up to her chest. Carefully cleaning up the mess he made on her.

Throwing the towel onto the nightstand he collapsed onto the mattress next to her. They laid like that, Lucy tired but awake. He was sprawled out next to her, but not touching. She looked over at him. His eyes were closed, his breathing already deep and even. She laid there watching him until a chill started to come over her. The heat of sex, of having his body over hers had finally left her. She either needed to get dressed, or get under the covers.

She laid there and continued to stare at him. She had never had sex like that before. She had never had anyone manhandle her like that before tonight. She had never had such an intense orgasm in her life either. It was an unwelcome surprise, she didn't know how she felt about it just yet. His face was completely relaxed when he slept. He looked like an angel. He looked peaceful, and content, completely unguarded. He was beautiful.

And with that thought in mind, Lucy slowly and quietly forced her body to move. She climbed out of bed, keeping an eye on him the entire time, making sure not to wake him. She tip toed around the room, locating her bra, dress, phone and wallet. She found the ripped remnants of her underwear by the bar. Picking them up, she gave them a once over before coming to a decision. Silently making her way across the room, she placed them on bed next to him. She searched around the floor till she found his white shirt. She pulled it up to her face and took a deep breath. It smelled strongly of what ever cologne he had put on. She folded it and put it under her arm. Walking over to the door, she grabbed her boots and silently slipped out of the hotel room.

She made her way out of the Hotel, and walked down the street to her own residence. Tomorrow she would be leaving to her new job and her new home. And Mr. Bond and his golden tiger eyes would just be a memory. Her heart ached a bit, remembering how he looked asleep. He didn't seem like that type to fall asleep next to anyone.

when some one says their car "isn't stock" that means, they have done things to it. It's not how it came out from the factory. They tuned it up to make it faster, louder, perform better. Any number of things.

There it is folks! The way this story SHOULD have started. Let me know what you guys think of the re-write!