He wasn't going to fuck her. That was all there was to it. She knew ways of keeping him from doing that. She knew…

"Sam."

"Come on." He put an arm around her and dragged her toward the bed. He was so much stronger than she thought.

She heard his pants sliding off as he pushed her back on the mattress. She smelled his musk. He was clean, but there was a heavy, musky heat about him. She closed her eyes and searched frantically down his belly for that thing she had to find and control. She didn't want to touch his cock. She had never touched a prick in her life. And when the hot tip of his cock brushed her hand, she pulled back.

"Big enough for you, baby?"

"Mmmmm."

Why was he so crude, so coarse? Why was she here in the hotel room with him? He was fumbling at the wristwatch now, slipping it from her as if he still owned it. He put it on the table by the bed and then kissed her wrist.

"You know I can't let you do anything tonight," she whispered, touching his head with her other hand.

"How come?"

"I had to go off the pill," she lied. She had never been on it. "It was giving me headaches."

"So?"

"So I'm really a very fertile girl. And the time of the month is just perfect for…" she shrugged, "you know."

Sam began to twist her brown hair in his fingers. She smiled, pretending to like it, but the twisting got tighter until her head was pulled back. Then it hurt. She looked wide-eyed and frightened into his eyes.

"Look, baby, I think it's about time you and I reached some understanding." He wound more hair around his fingers and brought her head back until her neck ached.

"Ohhh… that hurts… Sam."

"I don't like a cunt fooling around with me too much… like you been doing."

"Sam…" Her stomach bucked with fear. He was hurting her good now, really hurting her. His other hand reached up and took the top of the silk dress and yanked it down. The material came apart and Marcia felt one tit bounce free.