“Take your clothes off.” It’s a command, not a request.
“No!” I protest. I should be offended, and I am, but not enough. Not to the level his behavior warrants. “I’m not taking off my clothes—”
“Then leave.” He shrugs. It’s like he doesn’t even care what I do. He’s here to give commands, and I’m here to obey.
I’m lost, wrapped in this fever dream that continues to envelop me in its grasp. The deeper I go, the less control I have.
I kneel there for what seems like an eternity, while he stands above me, watching…waiting…
Then, without even thinking, I begin to unbutton my coat.
He says nothing. Simply watches as I slip out of it and set it aside. My fingers move to the buttons on my blouse. I undo them, heart drumming against my ribs.
My pulse is hammering hard in my ears as I remove my blouse then reach for the zipper on my skirt.
They both fall from my body, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.
Anxiety falls over me like ice-cold rain. I close my eyes and take a breath, trying to fight it.
“You really think you have power over me, Kathryn?”
My power is gone. Every day I boss people around, make decisions that affect thousands of lives, but right now, at this moment, none of that matters.
Because Blake runs the show.
“Those too,” he says, pointing to my undergarments. “Off.”
“Please…” I whimper, wrapping my arms around my torso.
“Don’t play coy, Kathryn. Take them off now.”
His voice is powerful—it has power over me. I can’t deny him.
I reach back and first unhook my bra. The straps fall from my shoulders, but I cover my breasts with my arm before taking it off.
Then my panties…
I have to shift back and forth on my knees to get them off, but I do, and instantly I cover my center with my other hand.
I hang my head, unable to look at him.
Why am I like this?
Am I ashamed?
What do I have to be ashamed about?
“Good girl.”
Blake’s voice shakes me from my thoughts. My cheeks sizzle with a blush as I look up at him, covering my nakedness with my arms.
I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t get a chance because the next thing I know, he’s on top of me.
I gasp as he grabs me and forces me to the ground, kissing me all over. My body tenses as he sucks my nipples, then kisses down my belly to my…
He stops, snatches me by the hips, and spins me over, pinning me down on the filthy carpeted floor of this cheap hotel.
This should disgust me. But instead, I’m soaring. It’s like electricity is sizzling through my body as he continues to kiss me all over.
