Chapter ９

It doesn't take long for anything to attract my ear. The beep of the keycard in the hotel room door. The gentle click as it opens. The heavy step that I know in my bones is familiar to me.

Here we have David.

My body is still as I listen to him make his way around the hotel room. He's not exactly cruising along, but he isn't exactly dawdling, either. In the space of a few seconds, he had reached the bedroom's entrance and halted there. Holding my breath, I don't turn to look at him.

David mutters, "Take a look at you." You seem to have the ability to carry out basic instructions.

With a start, I open my eyes. When exactly did I lock them? We apologize for the inconvenience.

As in, "I was heard." One little step followed by a larger one.

As I turn my head, I get a glimpse of him in the mirror. David takes off his jacket and stares at my privates while he does so. He throws the coat on one of the two chairs that are near to the bed. He kicks off his shoes and slips them to the side. I bite my lip to keep from demanding that he undress much more, that he expose himself the way I am.

I acted like that in the video I sent him.

How did my SMS message get over? Before I have a chance to consider how best to phrase the inquiry, it just comes out.

Although he might get closer, David stays still. You posted that little video as a tease, hoping I'd come running over to f*ck you like a wild beast. With deliberate motions, he first removes his sweater, and then his T-shirt.

As I write this, I discover that David McGuire has removed his shirt in my hotel room.

The mirror causes me to worry my bottom lip and force myself to maintain my legs apart rather than squeeze them together. He's a large guy. A barrel chest, a muscular stomach, and biceps that scream strength so loudly that they make me weak in the knees.

When we were finally within touching distance of one another, he reached around and touched the flesh that protruded from the gap between my garter belt and the top of my pants. To a bratty little brat like yourself, this may come as a shock, but Anna, you are not in command. I am.”

My heart is beating so fast it's scary. What are you trying to say?

What I'm trying to say is, "You've been a hellion for nine long years, and it's time someone put you in your place."

Three times yeah! In other words, "I want to see you try."

His deep cackle makes my stomach knot up. I promise to do more than just attempt on your behalf. Before he gets to where I need him most, he runs his fingers softly over the lace of my underwear, moving down the middle of my ass and then to the side. I make a squeamish noise and resist his hand on my shoulder.

David taps me on the rear end gently. To begin with, though... Is there anything you know for sure you won't agree to?"

As the saying goes, "I'm game for anything." Mostly, I just say it to piss him off.

The man lets out a snort of laughter. "Give it another shot, you jerk. In other words, we all have our boundaries.

"It's not universal." But he has every right to be curious, and I owe him the truth. David is simply trying to make sure we have fun, and brat or not, I can't argue with that. I object to being rendered visually impaired.

Right as he stops moving, I am aware that he was following the hem of my pants. “Okay.”

I like that he doesn't probe for explanations, but I figure he must already know. I suffered a head injury from the automobile accident and a bandage was covering my eyes when I woke up. The echo of that terrifying recollection still makes me squirm. I can't abide having my eyes covered ever since it happened. I didn't use a sleep mask or place cucumbers on my eyes.

After hearing this, the speaker can ask, "What else?"

I let out a shaky sigh. "I like a good dose of pain play now and again, but up until now I've limited myself to the occasional spanking or paddling. I won't flat-out reject elaborate proposals, however. Off the top of my head, I can't think of any roleplaying situations that may be triggering.

As in, "Dad, Doc, or Prof?"

My body shudders. It's "non-triggering."

“Mmmm.” He gives me a little squeeze in the behind. In the event of an emergency, "you will inform me."

It's not hard to give in to such stipulation. I did it right away when talks were initiated. “Okay.”

"Fetal manipulation?"

The answer is "yes," I let out. The closer we get, the hotter it becomes in here, just as at the bar below. He's hardly touching me, yet I feel like I could explode. "I also get tested on a regular basis."

The answer is, "Me, too." There is some hesitation on his part. However, I do have condoms on hand.

Optimistic of you, that is.

That's why "I like to be prepared." His voice is low. Although I wasn't expecting this to happen tonight. He feels the garter belt's straps in the back. The two of us really need to start using condoms. It's the sensible course of action.

What we're doing tonight is completely foolish. Even though I know I'll never see him again, taking such a drastic risk is foolish. The man was my guardian for years, if an absent one. I try to put myself in the shoes of a hormonal, grieving adolescent living in his house, but my mind resists the thought. As it stands, this is the superior option.

We're not kids any more

There's no reason why two consenting adults can't indulge in as much sensual bliss as they can muster for a single evening.

I arch my back a little, pressing my ass more firmly against his hand. I don't want to be a genius.

“Anna—”