Hotel dining room

“I want to be dominated,” Sarah said to her two female colleagues as they were having lunch together in the hotel dining room.

The last few hours had been spent listening to boring lectures at their yearly company conference. The lunch was a welcome reprieve from all that and after they had finished eating, the conversation had turned to their favourite topic: Boyfriends or the lack of.

“Like BDSM?” her colleague Edith asked as if she was detecting some juicy gossip.

“No, not quite. I just want a man to be a man. A real man, not the usual jerk. I want a man that is strong, hard and domineering. Both in body and personality,” Sarah flung out and watched her colleagues lift their eyebrows at her bold statement.

“Are you really sure about that, Sarah? A modern woman like you?” her other colleague Anna asked.

“A girl can dream. My last boyfriend was a wimp. I believe the opposite will suit me much better,” Sarah said easily.

“You might change your mind, Sarah. Such a man might be awfully pushy and macho.”

“I doubt that. I think that would be the perfect man for me.”

Neither one of them noticed the dark-clad man that had heard their conversation.

* * * * *

Ethan had heard enough. If that was what Sarah wanted, then her dream could become a reality. Or a nightmare depending on her reaction. How could a woman want to be taken against her will, was beyond his understanding?

But if that was what it would take to have her, he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. He just hoped that she didn’t change her mind right in the middle of the act. How could he know if she did? He would have to be well attuned to her emotion if this was to be played right.

Still, it hadn’t worked out to be the nice guy. She barely noticed him. Just treated him as a friendly face that would never be anything more than a colleague. He longed for something more. He had done so for a long time, but still he hadn’t found out how to convince her that he could be more than just a colleague.

Instead, she seemed to have placed him in the friend category. Treating him like a boring, non-threatening kind of man. He shouldn’t complain. It was a major step forward compared to her ignoring him completely, but he wanted more. Much more.

She seemed to like talking to him, but her regarding him as a friend prevented her from seeing him as a man. Completely ignoring all his desires and fantasies of there ever being something more between them.

He knew she was single now. There had been a boyfriend a while ago, but that was many months ago. No wonder Sarah was getting ready to seek out another man. Which meant that these few days at the company conference would be the perfect opportunity for her to meet someone.

He groaned slightly, feeling the jealousy at the thought of her being with another man. It would be foolish to wait and hope that she would discover him. He would have to step forward and take a chance. To show her what he could be to her if she just gave him the chance. Before someone else realised how perfect she was.

At least to him, she was perfect, with her long brownish hair and her slim figure. She was a few years younger than him, in her mid-twenties, but he enjoyed talking to her and he liked her way of thinking. They shared a lot of common beliefs and he liked her sense of humour.

Unfortunately, whenever they met, he always struggled to keep his eyes from wandering across her soft skin and down to her full breasts. All his blood seemed to wander south whenever she was near, leaving too little to remain in his brain.

She probably thought him to be a lot more stupid than he actually was because of that. He adored her womanly shape and her rounded curves. She would probably feel just as soft as he had always imagined her to be.

He had tried to invite her on a date several times, but she didn’t take him seriously. Only thought it was part of his usual flirtation with the women around him. He was an easy-going man and normally he had no problem talking to a woman.

But with her it was different. It felt as if his tongue got stuck whenever he saw her and all the flowery compliments that he’d prepared for her just wouldn’t come out. Most likely she would think that he was an idiot if they ever did, but he always had difficulty thinking straight when she was around.

Instead, he had to settle for ordinary chit-chat about the weather and the work. Definitely safe areas, but they didn’t give any results either. It was frustrating. He had other women chasing him, but the one he really wanted seemed to be out of reach.

If he stood behind her in a queue, her flowery scent was enough to make him hard. It was unnerving. He wasn’t a green boy out with his first woman. He had plenty of experience and knew how to talk and treat a woman, making love to her and make her come multiple times while he stayed in control of her climax.

But none of those women had ever had this effect on him. He wondered what was so different about her. Why was he so afraid to make a wrong step, afraid that she would run away from him?

So, he’d ended up doing nothing. The fear of failure had been too large to overcome. Instead, his frustrations had been building. Up to the point where he actually considered doing something illegal just to get near her.

This wasn’t like him at all. It only proved how desperate he had become. Still, he would have to do something, or he would find himself in the exact same position next year. He wouldn’t last one more year. He had to go for it. And he would. No turning back and no more Mr Nice Guy.

He just needed to collect some necessities for their next encounter. It would have to occur that same evening. He would be ready for that, hoping that she was just as ready for a dominant man as she proclaimed. He was itching to find out.

* * * * *

It had been the most boring day ever, Sarah thought. Hour after hour of boring lectures on topics that she would probably never need to know anything about in her daily tasks.

After that, there had been the usual team-building activities meant to humiliate and bond the colleagues. She had no intention of bonding with any of her colleagues. At least not more than she already had and walking up a mountain top to look at the view, was not her idea of fun. She was exhausted.

The day had been packed with activities, only separated by the meals. All arenas where you were supposed to chat and be nice to people that you were forced to hang out with.

These conferences were always the same. She wondered why they couldn’t at least have a few hours of free time to do what they wanted instead of being herded around like cattle.

If she had a few hours to spare, she would dearly like to go into the nearest town and walk the streets for a little while. Even do some shopping. Something that she never did at home. She sighed. Maybe she should consider dropping out of a few of the more boring topics tomorrow.

Who would know if she wasn’t there? Not many. The company was so large, there was no way they would bother counting and find out that someone had taken a break.

Finally, she located the door of her hotel room. It was at the very end of a long but sparsely lit corridor. Judging by how much the hotel room had cost her, the hotel owners could surely afford some better lighting along the corridors. That might help so their guests could find their rooms. The place felt like a labyrinth. If not for the signs, she would have got lost along the route.

She had walked through several long corridors and doors to get there. Still, there was one major benefit. It was quiet. Completely quiet. She couldn’t even hear the music from the bar, so she must be at the far end of the building. Good. She longed for a good night’s sleep.

She was tired after travelling and the long day. She should have gone to bed an hour ago. That was when she started to feel tired. But she didn’t want to be the first to cave in.

It was only eleven, but some of her colleagues seemed to have decided to stay for a few more hours in the bar, listening to the loud music and drinking. Making the next day become a lot harder than it needed to. It was their decision, but she was certain they would regret the decision in the morning.

She searched through her bag to locate her key card. Damn. Why hadn’t she been cleverer and put the card in one of the smaller pockets? It would have been a lot easier to locate.

Finally, she managed to find it. A little too late, it occurred to her that it would probably work just holding her entire bag up to the lock. She would try that next time when she was more awake.

She held up her key card and heard the sound of the door unlocking. Thank god. That saved her from having to return to the reception once more to seek help. She pushed open the door and walked inside.

Just as she tried to locate the light switch, a large black clothed shadow came upon her.

What on earth, she thought as the shadow pushed her against the wall and held her there. He was strong, she thought in a blink. Judging by his size and strength, it had to be a man. Oh no.

Where did he come from? She hadn’t seen or heard anyone as she had walked down the long, skimpy lit corridors. The hallway had been all quiet. Not a sound had been heard.

“What?” she managed to shriek just before he placed his hand over her mouth and held her close to him.

“Don’t scream and you won’t get hurt,” he said hoarsely.

It was definitely a man. He towered above her, making her feel small and helpless. Oh my god, she thought.

She tensed completely. What was going on here? This could not be happening. She heard that he pushed the door closed beside them. She noticed that he leaned away from her for a moment and she heard the scary sound of a door being locked from the inside.

That woke her and she slammed her elbows into his chest and trampled hard onto where she thought his feet where. He yelped in pain so she had obviously hit something. Immediately she turned around to attack him again, using both her arms and legs to cause as much damage as possible.

But this time he was expecting it, and he quickly flipped her around and slammed her into the wall again. Coming in behind her, he kicked her legs further apart, while he grabbed a hold of her arms, holding her in place.

He was a lot stronger than she was. The realisation frightened her as she tried to free herself from his grip. He didn’t budge at all, using his body to hold her still.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.

Relax? Was he insane? Her breath hitched as fear took control over her. What would he do to her? Would he rape and then kill her afterwards? In that case, she had little to lose in hurting him.

She made a quick budge with her arms, before pushing her ass against him, hoping to hit something.

She heard a light ‘oomph’, as she probably hit his stomach. She used the opportunity to kick at him and tried to wiggle her way out of his grip at the same time. It was no use. He held her tight.

“You’re feisty. I like that,” he murmured into her ear.

“Let go of me, you creep!” Sarah wheezed at him.

“Now. Now. I did say that you wouldn’t get hurt, didn’t I?” he said in a sensual voice.

“Attempting rape is hurt,” she flung at him.

“Ah, but I don’t intend to rape you,” he said as he rolled his lower body against her back. “I will fuck you, but you will enjoy every second of it.”

“Don’t count on that, asshole,” she said defiantly.

“Where is the woman that said she liked to be dominated, eh?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You said so yourself.”

“You heard that?”

“Yes, and I intend to fulfil all your inner fantasies,” he murmured into her ear as he pushed his body slightly closer to hers, making her feel the hard bulge in his lower body.

She gasped. How could he know? Was he a mind reader? Or someone that knew her a little too well.

“Who are you?”

“You don’t need to know. Yet.”

“Do I know you?”

If he’d heard her stupid remark he had to have been in the dining room with them. So he was either a hotel employee or a colleague. She feared his answer.

“Yes, you know me.”

She gasped in shock. Did she know him? But who could he be? She didn’t recognise his voice and it had happened so quickly that she hadn’t been able to see his face when he had pushed her inside her room.

It was a large company and more than half of the staff were men. He could be anyone and she had no idea that he was going to rape her one evening. She felt more frightened than before. If he knew her then he would have all the power.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I’m giving you what you want.”

“No, you’re not. I don’t want to be forced.”

“You won’t be,” he chuckled into her ear. “Mildly coerced is a better word for it. Hold your arms still.”

“Why?”

He still held on to her left arm, but he moved her right arm slowly along her arm and further down to her breasts. He circled his fingers around her nipple, making her wonder why it should feel good. Bending slightly down he kissed her neck, wrapping his arm around her waist at the same time.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked as she emitted a gasp at the same time.

“I’m right beside you. Every day. But you never see me. Not even once.”

“So you want revenge by raping me?”

“No, I want to give you as much pleasure as you can handle.”

“I won’t enjoy being forced.”

“You have no choice. I will give you as many hours of pleasure as you need; even it takes the whole night. You will climax from my touch. And tomorrow you will ache in many different places but it will be from the pleasure, not the pain.”

“You’re too cocky.”

“I have every reason to. Besides, it’s your fantasy. I’m just the vessel.”

“Can you be subservient as well?”

“Is that your fantasy?”

“Yes.”

He laughed. His entire body shook against her.

“Not tonight. You requested a dominant man, you got one. But I can come back tomorrow.”

His voice haunted her. It was so deep, vibrating inside of her, causing her body to feel slightly aroused.

“So you’re just a spin-off of my imagination?”

He didn’t answer straight away. Instead, he slid his right hand slowly across her stomach and lifted her skirt upwards. She could feel him move his hand underneath her skirt and straight for her pussy. She gasped loudly as he pushed a few fingers against her opening, massaging her clit at the same time.

“You tell me,” he said.