Naughty Night Stand & Birthday - 2 Short Stories

By Rebekah Nights

Naughty Night Stand Strangers Francesca and Mark have been exchanging their darkest and dirtiest fantasies by text for months. When they finally decide it's time to meet, they know all they have is one night together. What they do with their night will blow your mind! Birthday David has been watching Bella from afar, fantasizing about forcing himself upon her. On his birthday he decides to find out if she will give him the gift he has been craving. How will Bella react when the birthday boy pays her a dark visit?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Torrid Books
• Release date: Jul 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781633555938

Book preview

Naughty Night Stand

Are you sure you want to do this? The question glared at her from the screen of her phone. With only two hours to go, Francesca realised this was her last opportunity to pull out, but that would also mean forsaking her fantasies and they had come too far together for her to let that happen. It only took a quick look back through their messages for that familiar feeling to creep into the pit of her stomach, and she knew without any shred of doubt that she wasn’t going to let anything hinder this night.

Yes she replied simply; she had never been more certain of anything in her life. They had been texting each other after meeting briefly and exchanging numbers at a reception held six months ago in the very same hotel she had checked into earlier today. She couldn’t even really remember what he looked like, but he had worked his way into the depths of her imagination and had carefully pried it open, bringing out fantasies darker than she knew she had.

Over time, they had planned the perfect night and when he suggested turning it into a reality there was no way she could refuse. She didn’t just want this; she needed it. Just one small detail troubled her. How will I know it’s you? she asked tentatively.

You’ll know. I promise, came the reply. She reached the hotel entrance and turned her phone off, reassured.

As she hurried past the sofas in Reception, she noticed him again. She had seen him earlier, as she’d left the hotel; his eyes had burnt straight through her. They were on her again from the moment she stepped into the lobby and the look on his face as she walked past him sent chills through her body. She pressed the call button and waited impatiently for the lift to arrive. She hit the button for floor six, turned just as the doors were closing and saw him briskly striding towards her. She made no attempt to hold the lift for him, but he managed to squeeze through the doors just before they closed and hit the button for floor five.

Neither spoke as the lift ascended, but the tension between them in such a small space was palpable. She noted the cologne he was wearing; it was her favourite, and she breathed it in deeply, only breathing out after the doors had closed following his exit at floor five. She shook her head to rid him from her memory; now was not the time for that.

Back in her room, she positioned the final purchases and checked the room diligently, mentally ticking off Mark’s list of requirements, making sure everything he’d requested was in its place. Satisfied with the room, she turned her attention to herself, examining her body in the wardrobe mirrors as she dressed carefully, again making sure all his demands were met.

When she heard the knock, her stomach flipped with anticipation. She took a few deep breaths and, without checking through the spy hole, she turned the door handle to open the door. Immediately it was violently flung open. She stumbled backwards, disorientated and before she was able to identify her visitor, she was plunged into darkness by what she presumed was a pillowcase pulled over her head.

I saw you earlier, you dirty little bitch, a deep, gravelly male voice whispered menacingly into her ear. "You saw