Author: Dane Hargreaves – Visit him at Twitter
The story is © by Dane Hargreaves and used with permission.
Note: This story includes BDSM elements. It will be posted in 10 parts over 8 days.
If you have not read Part 4, you can do so here.
If you have not read Part 4, you can do so here.
The band started up just as they were finishing their coffee. The bar reopened and the hotel staff removed some tables and pulled up a few sections of carpet so that the dance floor would be exposed. Given that Candice was typically alone, this was the point of the night where she said ‘Merry Christmas, Good Night’ and returned to her room and a long bath or a good book. Candice pushed her chair back, and told everyone how much she enjoyed the evening, and to thoroughly enjoy themselves the rest of the night. “Drinks are on me!” She exclaimed, way too fast. She realized the double entendre of that innocent comment almost immediately, and turning red, she couldn’t help but glance at Damon. He was just standing there with a slight grin on his face, nodding. Thank god he didn’t actually say anything.
Candice couldn’t get her red face out of there fast enough, so quickly turned on her heels and headed for the door. As always happened she was repeatedly ambushed during her exit, having to talk small talk with whoever wanted her time. The worst was office politics. She hated getting drawn into office disputes! This is what her human resources manager and COO were hired to do. She was as polite as she could be, but it still took a while to extricate herself from the room. When she finally got to the door, she pushed it open to rush up to her room. But sitting in a chair, in the hallway directly across from the door, leaning comfortably back and staring right at her was Damon.
Candice took a few steps into the hallway, returning his gaze. Not getting up from his chair he asked, “Would you care to walk? It is a beautiful night.”
Candice again turned her head slightly and looked at him in a sideways, questioning, profile. She said, “Probably not a good idea.”
He smiled, and calmly replied, “It’s only 10:00. So why not?”
Candice couldn’t tell him the truth. Her pussy was pulsating, she hadn’t had sex in…how long? It must have been months. The truth was, deep down, she wanted to have bare, brutal rough fucking sex. Not making love, but something way more aggressive. She wanted to be penetrated, again and again. If she looked into herself just a little deeper, she knew that she wanted to be that woman who wanted to go down into his basement and have unspeakable things done to her. She was sure she was blushing by now. This delicious and dangerous man could take her there.
This realization was hitting her during the silence that existed between them right now. And as she looked at Damon, she knew that he knew. Candice finally got her act together enough to reply, “I’m tired, I’ve had a few drinks, and I have a lot of staff here.” She knew her mistake immediately.
Damon jumped all over it, “Why would you be concerned about your staff?” She couldn’t help the little smile that crept onto her face. She refused to answer.
Damon got up from his chair and walked over to her. It was creepy how he could move like that and not take his eyes off of her. When he got uncomfortably close to her, Candice could smell the very subtle cologne he was wearing; she couldn’t place it, but it was very intoxicating. All he said was, “Shall we?” It really didn’t seem to be a question; “No” didn’t seem to be an option. Candice just nodded and they headed down the hallway towards the front doors of the hotel. Upon exiting, they made an immediate right and headed towards a path into the forest that enclosed the hotel. Candice stopped, pointing at her long evening gown. This wasn’t going to work. Damon said, “Just hike it up a bit and hold it in one hand. The material isn’t that heavy”.
Candice thought about it, knowing that that wasn’t likely to work. The dress was likely going to get wrecked, but her pussy said loudly, “Don’t worry about it!” So she walked into the path a little bit, until she was out of view, then hiked up her dress a bit, holding the excess in her hand. But her heels were digging in. She took off her high heels and put on her travel slippers, hoping they would offer some protection for her feet.
The bigger question was her personal safety; Candice wasn’t sure if she was more afraid of the dark or of her companion.
He took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. They walked in silence for awhile, their footsteps crunching on the leaves. Finally he broke the silence, “So you don’t approve of my lifestyle? Especially what happens in my basement?” They walked around a corner into more dense foliage.
Candice said, “I wasn’t passing judgement. I was just interested.” He reached out and grabbed her hand, perhaps a tad too firmly. Candice did not resist. Damon gently pulled her to a stop and leaned into her, lips on her right ear.
He said, softly, “I knew it”. That is not what Candice meant, but….maybe she did. She didn’t reply. Candice felt her pussy dampening again. Losing her motor skills, she parted her lips and started to say something, but gave up and instead just took in air through her mouth.
Damon pulled away from her ear, and then looked around. Spying what he wanted, he walked off the path and into the deeper darkness of the trees, guiding her with his hand. Candice was convinced that those powerful eyes of his could see in the dark. They went a few hundred feet into the forest before stopping. He turned to her, letting the whispers of the woods envelop them. Finally he said, “You will please me tonight.”
Candice stared at him, thinking “So this is how it works?” The odd thing was she realized he was absolutely correct. Candice had been in a power position so long that she was so turned at the thought of giving it up. She just couldn’t voice it. After a very, very uncomfortable minute, she said, “Yes”. Damon smiled broadly; she could see it in the darkness. He knew he had her.
He said, “The correct phrase is ‘Yes Sir’, and you will be punished if you make that mistake again. You have been warned.”
Hope you enjoyed When She Least Expected It Part 5: The Walk.
This was the Day 18 story for the 2012 Erotic Holiday Countdown.
Now read the Day 19 Entry. When She Least Expected It Part 6: The Start by Dane Hargreaves