She pressed closer to me, moving her thigh against my cock. I wanted her thighs around me. I wanted to be inside her pussy, making her arch and cry with lust. This isn’t professional, I thought as her fingers traced my spine. But we were never meant to be professional together. We were meant to connect on a much more animalistic plane.
“I know you said you don’t want to go back to the hotel,” I managed to say between kissing her. “But I think we ought to go back. I think we need some privacy.”
“Privacy,” she breathed. “Yes.”
“Naughty girl,” I said in a low voice. “Naughty intern, throwing herself at the boss.” I grabbed her hair and pulled hard. “Do you know what happens to sexy, naughty interns like you?”
She gazed at me. “Something bad? Something awful?”
“Absolutely.” I squeezed one of her breasts until she gasped, hurt her right through her coat and bra and sweater in front of everyone. “Bad, awful things that you absolutely deserve.”
Chere
I barely remembered the cab ride back to the hotel, barely remembered the route we took or the few words we exchanged. Price gave orders to the driver in Norwegian, but all I recognized was the name of the hotel. Maybe he told him to hurry. I wanted the driver to hurry before I regained my sanity.
Not that I thought Price would allow me to backtrack at this point. He held my hand until the cab pulled up at the hotel doors, and only let go to pay the driver. He hurried me through the lobby to the elevators and took my hand once again as soon as the doors closed. His fingers felt warm, firm, encompassing. Demanding. If I tried to back out now, he’d insist upon my attendance. I was already under his power.
Our scene had already begun.
He took me down a silent hallway to his door and keyed it open, then tugged me inside and led me to the center of the room, over by the window. His room looked very much like mine, only neater. The bed was made, the sheets turned down. Everything was white in this hotel. The pillows were white, the counterpane was white, the sheets were white, the padded headboard was white, upholstered in tufted linen. I felt conspicuously dark as he moved about the room, setting down his room key, kicking off his shoes and shrugging out of his coat.
He hung our coats up in his closet, and then he turned to me with such purposeful resolve that I shied away.
“Don’t shrink from me,” he said. “You fucking face me.”
But his rough voice and force made me shy away more. I snatched at my sweater as he drew it off, taking it over my head and flinging it sideways. My jeans were next. He pulled the button hard and parted the zipper by ripping it open. He yanked them roughly over my hips. They were slim, tight-fitting jeans but he got them off by pure intent, tossing them away with a grunt.
He stopped then, and raked a glance over my body, my silk panties and bra. I knew he wanted to touch me. It frightened me that he declined to do so. Was he afraid he’d hurt me? I was afraid he’d hurt me. Why had I decided to do this after protecting myself all this time?
I could still run away. He’d never let me out the door, but I could lock myself in the bathroom, or barricade myself in the closet and scream until someone came to help me.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t run, but my body moved away from him on instinct. I saw his hands come up, to hit me or grab me. He didn’t do either, just caught me from behind, wrapping one arm around my waist. The other caught my chin, pressing my head back into the curve of his neck.
“Going somewhere?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No. Don’t. Don’t hurt me.”
I meant that I wasn’t ready yet, that this was happening too quickly, or that maybe I hadn’t thought things through. I wanted him to do bad, awful things to me, but with Price, I never knew how bad and awful they’d be. I clutched at his arm where he held me pinned against his front. My shoulder blades slid against his sweater as I squirmed to get away.
“Listen to me, starshine,” he said in his patient and terrifying voice. “I’ve waited weeks now to touch you. You made me wait, you made me suffer, never letting me have you. Now I’m going to have you. I’m going to take you until I’m done with you, and until I’m done, you’re going to do whatever the fuck I say.”
My breath came in pants. “I… I’m…” I’m afraid. That’s what I was trying to say.