for this?" She nodded. "Sure your sure? Angel is still on call." "I'm ready." "Okay then." He used the hand held scanner to click off the lights and the room was plunged into thick darkness. "Now undo your robe, remove it and then lie back down on the bed." This was it. Soon he would be upon her. She was giving her body up to him in exchange for freedom from her enemies and from the police, but wasn't there part of her that wanted this too? Was she just as perverted in her desires as this twisted, ivory tower billionaire? She shuffled off the robe and then lay back onto the covers. Darkness or not, she felt her nudity keenly from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes and everything in between. "I need you prone first." He said. "Turn over and lie on your front." For some reason the request shocked her. She had been ready to lie on her back and wait for him. Lying on her front seemed somehow as though it would leave her even more helpless, more exposed. But still she complied. It was this or be confronted with Angel's anger; be caressed into unwilling but explosive orgasm by a drop dead gorgeous billionaire or take a ride out to the middle of nowhere with an angry, violent thug. You take your pick… Katy rolled over and the feeling of helplessness she had anticipated was more than she could have imagined. She felt herself go wet and weak inside. "Turn your head to one side." He said, sounding more intense than ever in the darkness. "To it to the left. Put your hands behind your back..Separate your legs slightly." She followed his instructions to the letter and instantly felt more open, more exposed than ever. It was as though he were gently fucking her already. "Okay." She whispered again. "I'm ready for you." "Good. Now lay still. Don’t move, don’t say a word. I need to concentrate." Concentrate on not coming in my pants you dirty little bitch. 'I'm ready for you', God damn it. You are going to pay for that little girl. Clayton loved the search. This was only the fourth time a beautiful fantasy girl had submitted to him, but then again, this was only the fourth woman he had asked to submit to his request. It was a perfect record. So why the hell did he feel like he was the one being used this time and why the hell did that make him so damn hard and out of control? He heard the woman below him take a deep breath and then wait. Stick to the plan. He told himself. Stick to the plan. Katy heard him pad around the room as confidently as though the lights were still on. The bed dipped down to her left as he leaned his weight onto it and she heard his breath come closer in the darkness. "Just stay still." He repeated. It only took a moment for him to conduct the electronic scan and it was over nearly as soon as it had started. She heard the device fall softly to the bed. The anticipation of his impending touch was excruciating and then all of a sudden it was there; the feather light contact of his fingertip to the gooseflesh skin on her back caused her spine arch spine involuntarily, raising her ass sharply upwards from the bed. A short gasp escaped her lips. His hand then made its leisurely way down along her back, finding every tiny contour of her spine and the soft flesh to either side. Katy felt herself begin to shake, imperceptibly at first but then more with each new inch of her body that he covered with his touch. "Stop that." He told her. "I need you to be absolutely still." "How can I? It feels like you're… like you're…" "Like I'm getting to know you more than you want me to?" "God, that's putting it mildly." "Just stay still. Do your best." He had covered most of her back, her neck, her shoulders and arms. Each time his fingers reached the base of her spine they crept just a fraction to her ass. What would he do when he finally got there? Was he going to skip it entirely? A gentlemanly omission? She couldn’t have been more wrong. He continued tracing with one light