and started to open the door.
He moved so swiftly she didn’t hear him coming. He slapped a palm against the door, closing it at the same time he pressed against her back while his other arm finished her imprisonment.
How the hell did he know she wanted to be stopped? In her experience, men just weren’t that intuitive. They rarely understood the subtle variations encompassed in the two letters of the word no.
“We’re not done yet,” he whispered into her ear as his tongue played counterpoint.
“You’ll destroy me,” Kate said before she groaned. Shivers ran down her spine. Rational thought drowned in the face of his attention. She trembled, chilled and excited by the horror of his occupation. If he continued, there’d be nothing left of her.
“Will I?” he countered. “Somehow I think you are not so easily destroyed. I simply want to take you places you’ve left unexplored,” he seduced.
“Nothing is simple with you,” Kate said, a bite in her voice.
Suddenly he moved away from her. “Leave! I’ll call a taxi. Go!” he said when she hesitated. He waved a hand. “Wait outside!”
Kate turned, startled by his actions and cold words. Her heart, body and mind in turmoil. She wanted him, yet was frightened by the intensity of her need.
They stared at each other. His eyes no longer smiled. Instead, something dark moved beneath the surface. Kate feared him in that instant. He meant to own her and part of her admitted he had the power to do it. Her eyes filled with a touch of regret as she turned and left.
She struggled with herself as she waited for the taxi, staring blindly at the well-manicured lawn. His form of sex was about power but it simply wasn’t black and white. Instead his plans encompassed an infinite multitude of shades of gray.
Was the presence of pain alone enough to constitute abuse? Was it abuse if she agreed? If she gave Michael permission to hurt her? Kate’s thoughts tangled, circling in her mind in an infinite loop without escape.
Once in the taxi, she closed her eyes, remembering the feel of him, his strength and just how seductive it was to think of abandoning all pretense of control. The thought of letting him rule was liberating. She wanted to abandon civilized conventions. She wanted to believe that he wouldn’t misuse his power. The thought of never seeing him again was devastating. Could she really walk away? Did she want to? How pathetic and twisted, she silently screamed at herself. Did he know exactly how much of his battle waged inside her?
Pictures from the book filled her head. She remembered Michael’s collection. Her body wanted to know what he could do. She wanted him. She wanted to surrender to his will. She wanted to feel his physicality. She knew his muscled arms were as hard as they looked. She wanted to feel him holding her securely and she wanted to know she couldn’t escape, that she could truly surrender to her emotions with no restraints because he’d removed them all. No one had warned her that the thought of a man’s possession could create obsession.
All the beliefs she’d built up over twenty-five years were suddenly suspect, cold and unsatisfying. What was the cost of female independence? Could a physical romp be emotionally satisfying? Would giving in to her dark fantasies provide incredible sex? Why did Michael tempt her so?
Michael’s strength, physical and mental, was seductive. Kate couldn’t deny that she wanted him but his terms were too frightening.
Kate remembered what he’d said about being a man and wondered what else he felt. To know he could do as he pleased. What did it feel like to have a woman writhing beneath him, knowing she was mindless because of his actions? What did it feel like to repeatedly drive a woman to orgasm, forcing his will on hers? Did he care about her as a person at all? Was she merely a game piece, a tool for his ego, making him feel good about his power? Would any woman do in Kate’s place?
Kate
He moved so swiftly she didn’t hear him coming. He slapped a palm against the door, closing it at the same time he pressed against her back while his other arm finished her imprisonment.
How the hell did he know she wanted to be stopped? In her experience, men just weren’t that intuitive. They rarely understood the subtle variations encompassed in the two letters of the word no.
“We’re not done yet,” he whispered into her ear as his tongue played counterpoint.
“You’ll destroy me,” Kate said before she groaned. Shivers ran down her spine. Rational thought drowned in the face of his attention. She trembled, chilled and excited by the horror of his occupation. If he continued, there’d be nothing left of her.
“Will I?” he countered. “Somehow I think you are not so easily destroyed. I simply want to take you places you’ve left unexplored,” he seduced.
“Nothing is simple with you,” Kate said, a bite in her voice.
Suddenly he moved away from her. “Leave! I’ll call a taxi. Go!” he said when she hesitated. He waved a hand. “Wait outside!”
Kate turned, startled by his actions and cold words. Her heart, body and mind in turmoil. She wanted him, yet was frightened by the intensity of her need.
They stared at each other. His eyes no longer smiled. Instead, something dark moved beneath the surface. Kate feared him in that instant. He meant to own her and part of her admitted he had the power to do it. Her eyes filled with a touch of regret as she turned and left.
She struggled with herself as she waited for the taxi, staring blindly at the well-manicured lawn. His form of sex was about power but it simply wasn’t black and white. Instead his plans encompassed an infinite multitude of shades of gray.
Was the presence of pain alone enough to constitute abuse? Was it abuse if she agreed? If she gave Michael permission to hurt her? Kate’s thoughts tangled, circling in her mind in an infinite loop without escape.
Once in the taxi, she closed her eyes, remembering the feel of him, his strength and just how seductive it was to think of abandoning all pretense of control. The thought of letting him rule was liberating. She wanted to abandon civilized conventions. She wanted to believe that he wouldn’t misuse his power. The thought of never seeing him again was devastating. Could she really walk away? Did she want to? How pathetic and twisted, she silently screamed at herself. Did he know exactly how much of his battle waged inside her?
Pictures from the book filled her head. She remembered Michael’s collection. Her body wanted to know what he could do. She wanted him. She wanted to surrender to his will. She wanted to feel his physicality. She knew his muscled arms were as hard as they looked. She wanted to feel him holding her securely and she wanted to know she couldn’t escape, that she could truly surrender to her emotions with no restraints because he’d removed them all. No one had warned her that the thought of a man’s possession could create obsession.
All the beliefs she’d built up over twenty-five years were suddenly suspect, cold and unsatisfying. What was the cost of female independence? Could a physical romp be emotionally satisfying? Would giving in to her dark fantasies provide incredible sex? Why did Michael tempt her so?
Michael’s strength, physical and mental, was seductive. Kate couldn’t deny that she wanted him but his terms were too frightening.
Kate remembered what he’d said about being a man and wondered what else he felt. To know he could do as he pleased. What did it feel like to have a woman writhing beneath him, knowing she was mindless because of his actions? What did it feel like to repeatedly drive a woman to orgasm, forcing his will on hers? Did he care about her as a person at all? Was she merely a game piece, a tool for his ego, making him feel good about his power? Would any woman do in Kate’s place?
Kate
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