Dylan Graham
I walk around my house eating a bowl of cereal as I listen to the news.
"Dylan Graham is going to be visiting his hometown for a big game." I hear the reporter say.
Rolling my eyes
Dylan Graham is nothing but a liar.
We were best friends in middle school and part of high school. He was an upper-class man, and when he graduated, he left after promising to come back for me. It's been 9 years, nothing.
No calls, no messages, nothing.
He got famous and forgot I even existed in his world.
I even gave him all the money I had saved up from babysitting so he could buy his textbooks.
It was over 1000, which didn't seem like a lot, but to a 16-year-old, that was a lot.
"You know what! He is going to pay me back selfish Jerk."I tell myself
I continue to watch the news, and they say what fancy hotel he'd be staying at.
Figures I say out loud.
Mr. Fancy Pants needs a fancy hotel to stay in.
I feel myself getting mad, so I turn it off. Washing my bowl and grabbing my keys.
If I don't do this now, I never will.
I quickly make my way to the hotel.
Stopping at the front deck.
I fix my hair.
"Hello sir, I'm here to see Dylan Graham," I tell the gentleman at the front desk. Who holds his pointer finger out to me before he calls his room?
"Are you expecting a woman, sir?" He asks Dylan.
"Yes, send her up." He says.
Did I know who he was expecting? Did I care? No
He hangs up and hands me a room key.
I look at Key on the top floor. I roll my eyes to myself as I step into the elevator. Hitting the top floor button The music is atrociously annoying.
I feel the elevator jump up.
Bing
The doors open on the top floor.
A man was standing in front of his door.
"Are you Mr. Graham's visitor?" He asked, looking at me.
"Yes, I am," I say confidently.
More than ready to speak my mind to this jerk.
He knocks on the door once.
"Sir, your visitor is here." He says
"Send her in." He says
I recognize his voice.
The guard opens up the door for me to walk in.
My confidence slowly disappears as I walk through the door, and it's closed behind me.
He was shirtless, his chiseled abs and muscular back on display.
He turns around his eyes, meeting mine as his eyes guide along my body, hungrily, it seemed.
Surely not. I'm imagining things.
He points to a stack of papers.
"Sign those papers." He says
Watching me.
I stare at him confused.
I thought he'd recognize me.
I look at the NDA papers.
What the hell? I'm just here to talk. I wasn't planning on exposing him as the liar he was.
I sighed the papers, lightly shoving them in his direction.
He doesn't even read my name.
"What's your name?" He asked me.
" Catherine," I say, looking at him more confused.
"Well, Catherine, you know what you are here for, kneel." He says
"Kneel?" I say even more confused.
"Now," he says.
Is he fucking with me?
I hesitantly kneel, looking up at him.
Just then his phone in his room goes off.
"Stay there," he says.
"Hello," he says.
"What are you talking about? She is already here. Send whoever that is away." He says hanging up.
"Wait," I say getting up well and attempting to until he pushes me down roughly and yanks my hair for me to look at him.
"I thought I told you to stay here, did I not?" He asks me, his face stern.
"Well." I started by saying I was caught off guard by a hand wrapped around my hair.
"Well, what?" he says, looking down at me.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I finding this attractive?!
"You did, but," I said before I was cut off by his voice.
"No buts lean over the edge of the bed." He says to me.
"Wait, hang on," I say hoping to explain myself.
"Now. You are only going to make matters worse for yourself." He says demanding.
What the actual hell is happening?! Does he think I'm a prostitute?
I haven't even slept with anyone before.
I get off my knees and look at him intently to see if he is playing some sick game with me.
His hand is still wrapped in my hair roughly as he guides me to the bed.
"What's your safe word?" He asks me
Safe word? What?
"Stop?" I ask him, confused.
"Pick another to call out for if this becomes too much." He says
As he shoves my body into the bed, I lean on the edge of the bed.
I stare at him even more confused.
"Fine brat I'll pick for you say red if it gets too much." He says before his hand hits my ass roughly.
I'm attempting to raise.
"No, you naughty girl, you earned this; you didn't listen to me. Naughty girls get punished." He says as he pushes me down, pinning my arms down, and he relentlessly hits my bottom hard, alternating the sides.
I clench my jaw as his hits continue on my bottom.
His phone rings again. He continues holding down my arms.
"Hello?" He says, stopping briefly.
"What? How do you know?"
He says and I catch his eye on me.
"Well, I'm a bit occupied," he says, "send her away. I got something I gotta deal with." He says hanging up.
He shakes his head and looks down at me.
"Too much?" He asks.
I ignore him.
Thinking to myself, what have I gotten myself into?
He hits my bottom again hard.
"I asked you a question; you are to answer me." He says.
"What?" I ask in my world.
He looks shocked.
Before he continues much harder than before, tears begin to form in my eyes. He finally stops.
“Raise Cathrine." He says.
My eyes now have a few tears in them.
"You took your punishment very well. Though I do have one problem." He says as he forces me to look into his eyes.
"You aren't my meeting. So that leaves the question, What are you doing here?" He asked.
I gulp my spit.
"It's me, Cathrine." I was hoping that was obvious.
"Cathrine I will put your back over this bed until I get the information out of you. You signed my contract; the contract goes on until I end it. So unless you feel like meeting with my paddle, you will explain yourself right now." He says sternly
"You don't remember me, do you? Was I that unimportant to you? "I say, rolling my eyes. "Just forget it. I'm leaving." I say about to walk away, but he makes no move to stop me, only saying.
"Well, you can try, but that guy outside would just stop you." He says calmly.
"Fuck you, dude. You are such an ass. You forget your best friend in high school. Maybe I wasn't your friend, but you sure had no problem taking my money like I was nothing. You are a liar. You promised to come back but you didn't. You can shove your contact up your ass." I say opening the door and practically running into a boulder.
"Close the door, Jack." He tells the guard who shoved me inside and closes the door behind me.
I am left angry.
"'My, my, Cathrine Green, you have grown." He says, smirking at me.
"I'm not staying here. I said what I wanted to say, Goodbye." I say trying to open the door, but the weight against it makes it impossible.
"Oh Cathrine, you really should have read that contract before signing it. I will say I am impressed by how well you took your punishment, but you have things we will have to work on. As for the money you're talking about."
He throws rolled-up cash.
"This should be more than enough."
I tossed it back.
"I'm not some dirty whore. I haven't even slept with anyone." I say, rolling my eyes.
With my statement, his eyes darken with lust and desire.
