Without hesitation, I twist the knob with a hard turn and slowly push the door forward as the dark room engulfs me. Every fiber of my being is vibrating with excitement running through my veins and manipulating my mind to succumb to all its fantasies.
Turning around, I close the door slowly and face it for a brief moment, taking a deep breath to control myself until hands place themselves on my shoulders, sliding my coat off my barely covered skin.
The room is dead silent, all but the sound of his heavy breathing mimicking the hunger of a wolf eyeing its prey. With every exhale, I close my eyes and listen to his desires being played out through these delectable sounds.
Beneath the coat, the new corset is half leather, half lace. The black fabric barely covers my erect nipples caused by a sweep of cold air from the air conditioning, hardening them to a delicious ache.
Slowly, he presses me against the door, his usual greeting, which I’ve grown to crave. Resting the tip of his index finger on my cheek, he gently glides it down past my cheekbone and the sensitive part of my neck. Closing my eyes, I savor each feeling, allowing my senses to completely take over.
He applies more pressure, pressing me against the door while he cups my chin.
“I’ve been waiting,” he whispers into my ear, grazing his teeth along my lobe. “Fantasizing about every single thing I’m going to do to you.”
“Show me,” I demand, straightening my posture to invite my dominant persona back into our sick and twisted game. “Show me what you want.”
Placing his hands on my shoulders, he swiftly turns me around, so our bodies are face to face. His naked torso teases me in the shadows—a perfect chest sculpted from his rigo
rous workout routine. I ache to run my hands down, graze each ab with the slightest of touch but know he wants it hard and fast for our first fuck.
His knee jerks my thighs opens, and raising my arms to rest against the door, he enters me without warning, causing me to gasp as my breath catches in my throat.
With each thrust, his rigid and controlled body pushes in deeper. Arching my neck, my voice is trapped inside, willing to be hidden the way he likes it. Dominic isn’t like any other man I’ve been with, begging to scream their names while in the throes of passion.
He demands dead silence.
Only the sound of his cock entering my wet arousal echoes in the room. I crave the sound—the louder it gets, the more I become closer to exploding around him.
Pressing his palm against my neck, I lift my gaze toward the ceiling, closing my eyes and allowing the sensations to burst through me like a rampant storm. But I’m teetering on the edge, barely holding on, every inch of me sensitive to his touch, and the darkness from my eyes being shut becomes a burst of light.
I’m coming undone, the warm sensation swelling into a blissful wave crashing into me. My breathing is uneven, and without a moment to calm myself, he removes himself with urgency and pushes me to my knees to suck him off. My lips wrap around the tip of his cock, sucking him clean until there’s nothing left but the sound of his heaving pants echoing inside the hotel room.
In silence, we move toward the bed, the same way we’ve always done, and once again, he demands me to get on all fours for more, but this time, he urges me to instruct him what to do, our roleplaying only adding to the frenzy unleashing between us.
Every step, every motion, he demands my direction like a puppet being guided on strings. I’ve learned to listen to my body, void myself of any emotions, and experience sex how Dominic has taught me. Just like in his club, we all chase a fantasy, and mine is coming to life with a man who knows exactly what I need.
I dominate the boardroom, and now, I’ll dominate the bedroom exactly the way I want it.
But shortly after I demand he lower himself and finish me off with his tongue, my mind goes completely blank as the second burst of lights flashes before my eyes, and the tidal wave soars through me with such intensity.
Lowering my head, my hands begin to shake, threatening my whole body to collapse on the bed. Breathing in and out, I shuffle toward the pillow and turn myself around, falling onto my back while catching my breath.
Dominic joins me, pulling out a cigarette from the bedside table and lighting it a few moments later. The first time he did this, I didn’t care for the smell. But smoking in Paris is welcomed, and over time, I’ve grown accustomed to it.
The two of us lay in silence. My eyes begin to droop from exhaustion, and rightfully so, I allow them a moment’s rest to build my stamina and strength for a few more hours of raw sex.
Yet, something is off. My head doesn’t want to relax, almost as if it can sense a storm in the horizon warning me to buckle down and prepare myself. I blame the stress, the nonstop hours I have been working, and the insider-trading debacle which has become a greater issue than we first suspected.
Even my normal sleep routine has been interrupted. I struggle of late to fall asleep without sleeping aids or a glass of wine. For the most part, I ignore the warning signs, but in this very moment, something is pressuring me to pay attention.
My eyes spring open, the voices unable to shut down. The room is dark, but a small ray of sunshine peeks through the violet drapes. Suddenly, thirst consumes me. Beside me, I open the water bottle and take a long-winded sip. When I finish, I notice Dominic staring at the ceiling. Much like me, he appears bothered by thoughts. His cigarette has been extinguished beside him, and although it would be right of me to ask if he’s okay, I instantly remember our rules.
I fall back onto the pillow, staring at the ceiling until he clears his throat. It was always bound to happen, his ending of our affair due to his marriage, and I’m certain he’s about to say just that. I prepared myself for it a long time ago, removed any emotions harbored, and selfishly prioritized my sexual needs. Dominic fits into my life with convenience. I don’t have time for a partner, and work will always be my number one priority.
I experience love in various forms, but life without it is perfectly fine. There’s no one to demand my attention and no one to worry about beside myself.
It’s the way I set my life up, and nothing will change that.
And so, I mentally prepare myself for his final parting—his exit out of our tryst.