She offered him a kinky smirk. Her dungeon was quite the place. While she didn't allow just anyone down there, she had a feeling Troy might like some of the things found there. The room had no obvious windows (mainly because they had metal panels that were always closed). Her dungeon was more than just a sex dungeon. It was a place where Amelia could elicit control. With all the bad things that had happened in her life, this was the one day she could control what happened to her. When she was feeling like she could lose control, she would spend time down there getting to know a part of her that she wished were more assertive. But here, in this hotel room, she wasn't trying to control Troy â€" but merely enjoy him. Troy didn't make her feel like her walls were closing in on her. Troy made it very easy to be herself.

By the time she settled herself in his lap, she was already wrapping herself around him, her lips pressing to his in a kiss that she knew she was holding back from. He seemed to work with her, their lips working perfectly together. You see? Everything was so easy with Troy. When he spoke, she smiled up at him. "No one..." Her voice was already husky with desire as her hand brushed over the bulge in his pants, making it very aware that she knew exactly what his body wanted. She could feel his body jolt at the light touch and so she continued it, her hands teasing at the hem of his jeans, her nails tickling the flesh there with feather light touches.

She offered him a light yelp in surprise as he quickly picked her up and placed her back against the bed. As his hands worked up her shirt, his lips caressed her abdomen. Breathing was rapid as she helped to ease her shirt off her head and toss it on the floor, revealing no bra underneath. She smiled up at him as he worked towards her jeans. He had already unsnapped the clasp and began to pull the jeans down, her legs moving with him to remove the clothing leaving her dressed only in her thong. The thong offered very little coverage and she was already dripping with desire. They would have to be shed soon.

As his lips caressed along her neck, she worked at the clasp of his own jeans, slowly unzipping him to allow him to spring free. She pushed his jeans and boxers down as much as she could, but there was only so far she could do without breaking the contact with him. Her hand moved between their bodies to finally grasp him as she began to stroke him lightly. "Are you going to show me what a French tickler is?" Her voice was rapsy with desire and she wanted nothing more than to be here with Troy.