Chapter 09

The car windows were all tinted, and now, separated from the driver by another tinted glass, Harry and Kath were isolated from the world.

"This part of the car has soundproofing too," the executive informed. "It wasn't added because of my fetishes, but for security and company information confidentiality. But... why not take advantage of it, right?" She looked at Harry suggestively and scratched one of his thighs with her nails.

He made a motion to hug and kiss Kath, but she pulled away and shook her head, so he withdrew.

"You know, Harry? You've been perfect. Even though you've never been a sub, you've been doing everything just right... just the way I like it," she said, unfastening his belt. "You deserve to be rewarded, don't you think?" He just bit his lip and watched as she unbuttoned his pants. "Just relax, Harry. It's my turn to savor your pleasure... and I want it all for myself."

He lifted his hips so she could pull down his pants along with his boxer briefs, and reclined on the car seat, just feeling Kath rock his world once again. It was definitely a great way to start the night, and he hoped there was much more to come. He was officially addicted to a vice named Kath Beauvoir.

Harry entered the large, modernly furnished and equipped kitchen of Kath's apartment, taking the largest glass he could find on a shelf and filling it with water and a few ice cubes. He had been trying to sleep for over an hour and a half, but a heat that came more from inside him than from the environment was preventing his body from fully relaxing. In fact, thinking about it, the blame was more on his mind, which couldn't disconnect from the woman who, at that moment, he imagined was sleeping like an angel in a luxurious room in that same property.

After consuming half of the water in his glass in a single gulp, Harry walked into the main living room of the house and walked around, paying more attention to the details of the decoration for the first time. The furniture was modern and light, and some spotlights, which stayed on even at night, had been strategically positioned to highlight works of art, such as paintings, sculptures, and a few picture frames showing Kath and people he obviously didn't know.

Among the images scattered throughout the room, the ones that caught Harry's attention the most were all displayed on a shelf, showing Kath engaging in extreme sports. In one, she and a friend smiled at the photographer, hanging from their climbing ropes in front of a rocky wall. In another, the woman and two more people signaled that everything was "okay" in the middle of the sky during a skydiving jump. In the third, there was a beautiful waterfall in the background, and Kath was leaping from the bungee jumping platform with her arms wide open. There were also other snapshots, such as her learning the movements she had to perform on a surfboard, carrying her snowboarding equipment, and getting ready for a hang-gliding flight.

Harry was enchanted by the photos that revealed another aspect of Kath's adventurous and courageous personality. She and he were truly opposites, and this explained very well how they had ended up where they were: on opposite sides of a type of relationship that couldn't be lived by equals.

Kath had experienced a very high level of adrenaline in the activities depicted in the photos, and probably those weren't the only opportunities where she had flirted with danger. He had always been his grandma's little boy, and the old lady would probably have had a heart attack if the young man had even mentioned participating in things like mountaineering, deep-sea diving, skydiving, or rafting. His greatest outdoor adventure in life had been camping with some college friends on a remote beach.

Kath had been part of a sex club. She had been dominating men for some time. She knew how to play, seduce, enchant. She had a room just for having sex with her submissives, with accessories, special soundtrack, sexy outfits for the right occasions, with the right way to speak and look, but she also had her austere office, sober clothing, the right look and voice to match the mask she wore in her public life. He was and had always been the same Harry on the outside. He had suppressed any behavior that could be considered immoral, impolite, or daring. His greatest adventure in life, he was having now, in the last few days, and he found himself wanting to dive deeper and bring a different Harry to the surface at last.

He smiled and took the last sip of his water, deciding to return to the kitchen to fill his glass again because the heat had returned with a vengeance when he thought about the wonderfully unusual day he had had. Of course, he knew that if the woman had brought him there, the game wasn't over. However, he was still surprised when, shortly after spending a few minutes in the home office while the man stayed in the kitchen with Cora to prepare a light snack, she quickly drank a juice and told him to follow her, going straight to the secret room. He had no idea what was coming next!