Chapter 5
KATHRYN
“No, Francesca, tell them that’s not fine. Tell them if they want this deal, they need to give us a better price!” I sigh as I step into the lobby, my phone pressed to my ear. “I’m at the elevator. I’ll be up in a second.”
Hanging up, I thumb the call button and take a deep breath. It’s not even nine o’clock and I’m already cleaning up messes. But that’s what happens when you’re CEO. Comes with the territory.
The elevator doors ding, and I step inside. A handful of people try to come in with me, but when I turn and they see who I am, they step back.
“I’ll get the next one,” a guy in a tasteless suit says with a nod.
Fear. This also comes with the territory. People are afraid of me because of how rich and powerful I am. I guess they think I’m some kind of witch or evil queen who will use my wealth to destroy anybody who offends me.
But Blake…he’s not afraid of me.
I can’t stop thinking about what happened yesterday—how he just stormed into my house like he owned the place and started barking orders.
Orders I obeyed…
What is going on with me? I think as the elevator doors start to close. I really couldn’t say, but I do know one thing—I like it.
I barely got any sleep last night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face leapt into my mind like a ghost, haunting me, heating me, causing every inch of my body to tingle.
The fierce features of his face…those eyes that hold such power…I simply could not shake them. He left me unsatisfied on purpose. Just to show me who was in control. He left me yearning.
I even tried to finish things myself. I reached down between my legs with a cautious finger, seeking a release like the one he gave me back at the motel, but I just couldn’t do it.
No. Not without you…
It just felt wrong, pleasuring myself to the thought of him—his hands, his lips, his eyes, the brute strength with which he held me down.
Even the way his words cut through the air, straight to my core.
I need that to get off. My middle finger isn’t enough.
When I realized that, I nearly cried. Then I laughed, curled up and wrapped my arms around my knees, and held myself tight.
“I need you, Blake,” I whimpered to myself. “Where are you?”
Just as the elevator doors are about to close, I hear the sound of footsteps. My heart leaps, and I look up from my phone as Blake slips in at the last second.
His scent fills my nose, and the heat from his body blazes down on top of me. The sheer power and dominance he carries with him fills the space, pressing into me like an actual physical touch.
My lips part, and my jaw drops open as the elevator doors ding and he tosses me a casual smile.
“What floor, miss?”
“What are you—?”
“I’m just kidding.” He smirks, pressing the button for the office. “I know where you’re headed.”
My heart is pounding heavily, and I’m suddenly twitchy, jittery, similar to how I felt when I was about to go on stage at the seminar last year for women in business.
I spent all last night yearning for this man, and now here he is, standing in front of me. The only other person in the elevator. The only one who dared get in with me.
My stomach lurches as we begin to rise.
“You look tired, boss.” He smiles. God, he’s so cocky—almost arrogant—but there’s something grounded about him that keeps it from being over the top.
Can he see the lust in my eyes? The need?
“I…I had some work to do that kept me up.” It’s a lie, and we both know it. He simply nods, still smiling that cheeky little grin that makes my thighs tingle.
I don’t know what to do, so I just go back to my phone and start checking e-mails. A text comes in from Francesca with an update on our conversation, but I can’t focus on any of it.
The words might as well be written in Russian. Just scribbles on my screen, as all my attention is on the tall man standing beside me.
What’s he doing? What does he want? Is this just a game for him, or does he want something more?
I want him to want something more…
…don’t I?
Him showing up at my house yesterday was one thing, but cornering me in the elevator when I’m just about to start my work day is something else entirely.
“Blake, we need to start drawing some boundaries—”
Before I can even finish my sentence, he thumbs the stop button. The elevator slams to a halt like something out of a movie. I brace myself and open my mouth to speak, but before I get a chance…he’s on me.
“Work didn’t keep you up last night, Kathryn,” he says, his face stern.
“What?” I am stammering like an idiot. The power this man has over me…
“You heard me,” he replies, flashing his teeth like a hungry wolf. “It was me that kept you up last night.”
He’s reading my mind.
Three days ago, I was in complete control of my life. I knew my schedule, my obligations, everything I had to do.
And then Blake showed up. Now I’m a ship in a storm, braving the hungry waves without the slightest idea where land is.
He gently caresses my knee with his fingers, sending a shiver of delight and anxiety through me. They always accompany each other when it comes to him.
“You were…thinking about me…” he says, his voice low, almost as if he’s reciting romantic prose. “About how I told you to kneel and you did it. How I told you to strip and you did it. How I gave you a cookie and you loved it.”
Something primal snaps inside me. I don’t even know what it is, but it causes me to lash out.
I swing, desperate to slap him, but he catches my wrist and pins me.
Desperate, I lean in, trying to press my lips to his. But he backs up, teasing me from centimeters away, a kiss so close but yet so far.
“You were thinking about the motel,” he goes on, his voice a gorgeous growl. “How I made you come on that dirty old rug and then held you as you cried in my arms.”
My lust for him has reached a fever. Horny doesn’t even describe it. Every inch of me is sizzling, hopelessly longing for more of his touch. And as he slides his fingers up and lifts the hem of my skirt, I nearly explode.
It’s like the walls are closing in on me. The luxurious elevator has become a cage—a prison of passion, and I am its desperate hostage.
I don’t even know what I want him to do to me. I just know that I want more.
More!
This is the man I must give my virginity to. No other man deserves it. No other man has the balls to just take it like he does. And he could have already, but he’s making me wait. Playing this game with me in a way that only he could do.
His thick fingers slide up my thighs. His eyes bear down on me, corrupting me, taking me to places I’ve never been as he finds my panties, soaked with arousal…
“This is so not okay…” I tell him. “We’re holding up the elevator—”
“Yeah, they can wait,” he says.
“But, Blake—”
“Quiet!” he snaps, raising his voice in a way I’ve never heard before. It sends a jolt through me, causing my heart to leap. “Turn around.”
I instantly obey and turn and face the wall.
The next thing I know, he’s got my skirt pulled up over my hips. What’s he going to do? Is he going to actually fuck me now, right here?
I swallow hard as the heat between my legs spreads. I lick my lips as my body begins to tremble.
Then, suddenly, I feel a hot sting on my ass. I yelp and look back over my shoulder.
He just spanked me!
My first instinct is to feel offended. If this was anybody else, I would be screaming right now. But Blake is not anyone else. In fact, he’s the most important person in my life.
“That’s what you get for trying to slap me. Twice.” He spanks me again, causing my whole body to shake. I gasp, my clit starting to tingle. “And that is for not coming to work for two days.”
“I…I’m sorry,” I whimper, arching my back.
Spank me again, Daddy. Please.
“You want another?” he asks. I can’t see his face, but I hear the smile in his voice.
I nod, but that’s not enough for him.
“You want another!?” he barks, snatching a fistful of my hair. Oh no. The people at the office are going to see. What will they think?
Honestly, the thought kind of turns me on. Will they think I was just getting dominated in the elevator on the way up? Or will they just assume it’s a bad hair day?
I nod. “Yes, please.”
He spanks me again, the other cheek this time, equalizing the balance. I draw a deep breath and feel my lips twist into a smile of pure joy and content.
Actually, I’m not content. I want more. But when I hear the elevator alarm come on and the voice over the intercom asking if everything’s all right, I know I won’t be getting it.
“Everyone okay?” the voice asks.
“Yeah, we’re fine,” Blake replies, pressing the button again, causing the elevator to rise. “Sorry.”
He hangs up the call and turns back to me. My eyes move to his bulge. So close, yet so far away. It’s just not fair that he’s keeping it from me. But he’s the one in control here. Not me.
He lets his hand trace over my breast, toying with the top button as if he’s going to undo it. I watch over his shoulder as the numbers for each floor light up as we rise.
Almost there…
No, no, no, this isn’t right! This isn’t okay! Blake just started touching me—giving me what he knows I need. And now we’re headed up to the office!?
“No…” I whine, letting the word slip from my lips.
Blake gets it. He looks down at me and fixes my hair with his strong fingers.
“It’s okay, boss.” He smirks, proud of himself. He should be. Then he leans close, bringing his lips to my ear, and whispers, “Tonight, I’ll take care of you. All the way.”
The elevator doors ding, and I quickly tug down my skirt and rush past him into the office. Francesca is right there with an armful of things for me to look over.
It’s like a splash of cold water in the face. An alarm blaring in the middle of the night.
My body is still red-hot, and my ass is stinging because my intern just spanked me in the elevator and promised to take my virginity tonight…
Tonight…I think, as I shoot Blake a glance out of the corner of my eye. Seems like forever away…