No. Fuck no. I’m not denying myself this because of fear. Fear is a weakness I despise. Something I don’t need.
What I want is her.
Just one night of no-holds-barred sex. That’s it.
I grin to myself as I park my car and walk up to my building. Guess I’ve already decided.
So I take out my cell phone and reply to her message.
D: Tomorrow. Be there at eight. Book under the name D’s Kitten. Wear your mask.
When I press send, there’s no going back.
I’ll make sure I don’t regret it.
Chapter 6
Kat
My heart races as I go up the elevator. Soon I’ll meet him for the first time.
Touch him …
Taste him …
My mouth waters at the thought.
God, I’m such a horny bitch, but I don’t wanna stop either. This whole thing is so exciting, I could write a book about it. Or better yet, I could use it as inspiration for that piece I want to do for my boss. But I’ll get to that when I can.
First, I need to fuck D. I just hope he wants to fuck me too. Because knowing him … he wants to play with me just like he does when we’re online.
My face is still flushed from having to tell the hotel staff which name I’d booked under.
D’s Kitten.
I know it’s not some random name just to be able to find each other.
He wants to humiliate me.
To sweat at the thought of people knowing what we’re about to do. And to get giddy from the thought about being his for a night.
God, I wonder what he looks like. If he’s as handsome as I imagined from those pictures.
If I’ll be able to stop after this single night. Because if it’s anything like the chats we’ve had, I’ll have to detox hard. Side effects include overeating ice cream and bingeing on Netflix.
Not that I’ll be able to forget about him, but still … that’s what we do this for, right? An experience we’ll never forget.
That’s what I keep in mind as I unlock the door to the room where it’ll all go down.
I’m the first to get there, so I turn on the lights and check out the furniture, placing my bag next to the chair in the corner.
I take out the mask I brought and put it on in case he comes early. Then I wash up in the bathroom, spritzing on extra perfume and applying body lotion. I want him to remember my scent.
The bed is nice and soft, and from bobbing up and down on it, I can tell it won’t make too much noise. Good. I don’t want the whole hotel to know what played out in here. Hell, I’m not sure I even want to know what’s going to happen, but a small part of me is too curious to run. Oh, who am I kidding … a big part of me is eager to find out.
I don’t have to wait long.
Within seconds, the door handle clicks, and I hold my breath in anticipation.
A man in a black suit and a red tie steps in. The door shuts behind him.
My eyes glide over his body, and his glide over mine. His face is also hidden behind a mask.
He’s tall, and his hair is thick and dark, just like his voice when he says, “Hello, Kitten …”
I’m struck with awe at the sound of his voice. It’s real. It’s him.
That same shiver runs up and down my spine as he approaches me slowly.
In a split second, images of violence flash through my mind. All the possible things that could happen. All the things he could do to me.
We’re alone, in a hotel room, and neither of us know each other by name.
He could do anything he wanted.
Take me. Use me. Lock me up.
Kill me.
And no one would ever know it was him.
The perfect setting for the perfect crime.
Yet I’m not afraid of him.
I’m only afraid of my own reaction to what’s about to go down.
Meeting him was the only thing I wanted, and now that it’s finally happening, I wonder if it’ll be enough. If I can satiate my needs without crossing the line.
He comes even closer, but I don’t move an inch. I don’t know if it’s because I’m scared, or if it’s because my body feels as if it’s made of rocks and ice.
I shudder when he stands across from the bed, leans against the dresser, and casually slides his eyes from the tips of my toes hidden in black heels all the way up to my high ponytail without any shame.
His tongue dips out to wet his lips, and for a second there, I wish he licked mine instead.
He cocks his head. “So this is what you want?”
I nod and part my lips to say something, but nothing springs to mind. Nothing important … except for the fact I want him to fuck me raw.