Prologue
Staring across the room from me, his eyes eat me alive. God he is a level of desire I didn't think was possible. His sight does not leave mine, as if our eyes are locked one to one. As he walks across the conference room towards me, my face changes from a smile of affection to a straight face of wonder. "Why is he coming towards me and why so swiftly," I ask myself silently.
Grabbing my arm, he pulls me towards the bathroom. As we reach the entrance he draws me through the door, as though we are hiding from something. He locks the door. As he turns around towards me, he leans back on the door, staring at me with a look that I can't tell if it's a feeling of relief or an uncontrollable desire. In a seducingly, deep voice, he commands me, "Come Here," while pointing at the floor directly in front of him. The tone of his voice, sends a heat between my thighs, escalating rapidly. Like a dog, I submit to his command.
Standing in front of him, he stares at me with an authoritative demeanor, and I know exactly what he wants. He wants me to do what I have been desiring to do for years. He knows, and he knows I know too. A smile, micheveous to the core, forms on my face as I gradually get down onto my knees before him. Looking up, I sense his desires as his chest pulses up and down, quicker and quicker with each vindictive move I make. Revenge for ever moment of tormenting lust he brought to me.
I know exactly what to say to push him over the edge. For him to take control of me, like he wants to do. But should I? Will it destroy us or make our desire for each other even stronger?
