The Game

“Welcome Katie, please have a seat and we can begin our little game.” he smiled wickedly.

Christ, we were starting already? I took a deep breath and sat in the only chair in his hotel room. I pretended not to notice his eyes caressing my collarbone, flickering down the front of my chest, circling my nipples that were poking through the thin fabric. He took his time, relishing the power of his position. His eyes sought mine, as if to mark my reaction, to see if I understood my position. I was starting to enjoy this.

His hands stroked through my hair lightly as he walked behind me. I could feel his warm breath near my ear when he bent down next to me whispering “I know what you really want Katie. I could see it in your eyes. Sometimes your job is so stressful, you just want to let go. You want someone else to make the decisions for you, so that you don’t have to think anymore, you just have to obey. Go on. Tell me I’m wrong, and we’ll end this game right now.” He paused, waiting.