Chapter 3
KATHRYN
I don’t know what I’m doing as I cross the street, the setting sun gifting me a last bit of warmth before it falls under the horizon. Snow falls gently, bathing the city in white.
Normally, I’d never be caught dead in this part of town. The coat I’m wearing cost more than the average rent of these buildings.
Why am I doing this? I don’t even know.
But I’m still aching. My body is still buzzing from what happened back in the office kitchen…
…from what he did to me.
I round the block, and the motel comes into view. My stomach twists, and I almost turn back.
Am I crazy? I’m CEO of my own company! What the hell am I doing here?
No. I’m going to end this, I think as I yank the door open and stride inside. This stops now.
The clerk, a bored girl who is clearly on something, glances at me and nods down the hall.
“Um, excuse me?”
“Room 115. He said you’d be coming.” She hands me a keycard and goes back to her phone.
This cannot be happening. It’s like I’ve stepped into some fever dream—like my body is on autopilot. Thousands of thoughts race through my mind as my two thousand-dollar heels scrape down the stained maroon carpet.
Muffled sounds come from the rooms as I pass. Television, partying, shouting…even moaning…
My hands are trembling when I reach the room.
115.
I press the card to the sensor and hear the door unlock. Quickly, I open it and rush inside, closing it behind me.
“Hello?” I call out. No answer. “Blake?”
My heart is racing as I glance into the bathroom. It’s empty. So is the bedroom. The entire room is empty. It’s just me. He’s not here.
I should leave. This is ridiculous.
But I don’t. I slowly take a seat on the edge of a chair in the corner. My throat is dry, and I swallow hard, tapping my foot impatiently.
Where is he?
Minutes pass. I’m just about to get up and leave when I hear the door click.
My heart skips a beat. I hear male footsteps enter the room and the door close again, followed by the sound of the deadbolt.
“Blake?” I call out, my voice breaking.
No answer. The sound of footsteps approaching.
I take a deep breath as panic starts to set in. This was a terrible idea. What was I thinking?
I see his shoe first—worn leather, barely acceptable for the office. Then he steps around the corner.
His stern eyes find me and examine me with amusement, like he knew I would come tonight, even if I didn’t.
I bite my lower lip to keep my jaw from trembling.
“You look nice,” he says simply.
“This is not happening.” I shake my head and get to my feet. “Do you know how unacceptable this is? To keep me waiting?”
Blake smirks, chuckling. “Right, I forgot. Miss powerful boss lady waits for no one. Everything happens according to her schedule.”
My jaw drops. I don’t even know what to say.
He’s gorgeous in his arrogance, his hubris. It radiates off him like a physical touch, causing me to look down at his shoes, away from his eyes.
“This…your behavior…it’s unacceptable.”
“Oh, it is?”
“I am your boss.” I nod, taking deep breaths. “Speaking to me like you do, touching me, inviting me here—it ends now.”
My hands are trembling. I grip the hem of my coat to hide it from him, but I know he sees. He sees everything.
“You came here tonight,” he counters, closing the distance between us. “Why’d you do that, Kathryn?”
Using my first name…the audacity.
“I came…to tell you…” I can barely find the words. “That this is inappropriate. Your actions, our relationship—”
He laughs. “Relationship, huh?”
“The power imbalance between us…it is not okay. I am your boss, you are my employee—”
I can’t even finish my sentence before Blake has his hands on me. One on my waist, and the other around my wrists, cuffing them together. I was right; his hands are powerful.
Then I’m up against the wall, hands over my head, pinned by his incredible strength.
“Power imbalance? Really? You think you have power over me, Kathryn?”
My heart is going to explode. Every inch of my body is on fire. Things I’ve never felt before are overwhelming me.
Goosebumps break out over my arms. I’m starting to sweat, and that’s going to mess up my makeup.
A hot flush comes over my face. My lips are tingling. If this keeps up, I’m going to have a panic attack.
“Let go of me,” I say softly.
Instantly, he does. But not before flashing me an amused grin, like I’m his little pet that he chooses what to do with.
I grab my purse from where it fell and head for the door. I have to get out of here. I never should have come in the first place.
Why did I come? Blake didn’t force me. I came of my own free will.
Or maybe he did force me. I mean, he had his hand up my skirt back at the office, doing things to me no man has ever done before.
He brought me so close to my first orgasm and then denied it to me. What was I supposed to do? Just go home and deny myself a release?
No. This is his fault. Not mine.
I drop my purse at the door, turn, and race back over to him. I’m going to slap that smile right off his face.
I raise my hand to swing, but he catches my wrist in midair and grabs my other arm before I know what’s happening.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, making tsk sounds with his lips. “You don’t want to do that.”
“What do you know about what I want?” I snap back. My whole body is quivering now. His touch is wonderful, devastatingly so.
His only reply is a smile, accompanied by those fierce eyes—eyes that seem to see right into me, into places I have been too afraid to go.
He releases me again, only this time he snaps his fingers like he’s calling a dog. He points at me.
“Get down on your knees.”
Before I realize what I’ve done, I’m kneeling before him, looking up. He towers over me like a god.
“Strip.”
“W–what?” I stammer.
“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.
My neck, my shoulders, the small of my back, and then…
…I feel his teeth on my butt.
A tiny little bite. That’s what he gives me, causing me to yelp. With blinding speed, his lips are nearly touching mine. “You sound like a little puppy, you know that?”
I have no response.
All I am aware of is the heat from his body, his brute strength he’s using to control me, his taut muscles pressing down on me, and his strong bulge pressed against my thighs.
He spreads my legs, exposing me, revealing me to him.
My cheeks blush harder, so hard it’s almost painful. I’m gasping for breath as he traces the curves of my hips with his finger, then slides back to my sacred place…
The place no man has ever touched but him.
A jolt of pleasure races through me like a bolt of lightning. I’m already sensitive from what he did to me in the kitchen…still deprived of what my body desires.
So as he starts rubbing my clit again, it’s like my conscious mind sinks into the background, and my primal urges take over.
A moan spills from my lips onto the filthy motel carpet. My thighs are soaked. I’m absolutely dripping with passion.
He goes faster, harder, and I start to shake. My hand reaches out and grabs a bed leg as I approach…something…
What will it feel like? Will it destroy me?
Blake’s breath is hot against my ear. He is a plank of muscle holding my naked body in place.
I’m almost there, but that’s when the panic hits me.
I seize up, clenching my thighs tightly on his hand.
“No.” I try to squirm out from beneath him, but he’s just too strong. “I can’t—”
Fear overwhelms me. Fear of the unknown. Fear of letting go. Fear of fully submitting to him.
“Yes, you can,” he whispers, his voice carrying a tenderness I’ve yet to see from him. “Just let go, Kathryn. You want this. Don’t you?”
So much pressure inside…I’m quivering, biting the inside of my cheek.
Why am I fighting? Why resist?
You came this far, didn’t you? Why stop now?
I nod. “Yes…”
“Then come for me.”
Blake moves his finger in just the right way, adding just the right amount of magic to send me over the edge.
A sudden rush of warmth surges through me, followed by a deep throbbing in my core. I let it happen, and my body takes over. I’m overcome by an intense release of the most incredible pleasure.
I never could have imagined it would be like this…
My entire body shudders. Blake holds me tightly, his finger still on my clit but not moving. I gasp and moan as my head starts spinning.
And then the tears come.
Riding the wave of my very first orgasm is glorious, heavenly. But it’s also the most emotional experience I’ve ever had.
I start bawling, my body still shaking, and Blake lifts me into his strong arms. He sets me down on his lap and cradles me as I sob, blissful tears streaming down my cheeks.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “That’s what it’s like to let go.”
I let him hold me like I’ve never let anyone hold me before.
And it’s beautiful. It’s exactly what I need, and he knows that…