I had no idea how it happened. One minute I was sitting up in bed, trying to blow away the fog of my dream, the next I was in his arms.

I didn’t ask where he’d got the dresses from. I was too busy trying not to throw myself at him when he reappeared in the bedroom, waking me so abruptly, I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming.

When he looked at me in the dress I’d chosen, I felt suddenly tiny, trapped in his gaze. His expression was not one I’d seen on his face before, a mixture of excitement and hunger, like he was about to devour me. It was a look that terrified me but at the same time made it impossible to move away from him.

When his hand moved down my back, I almost melted into a puddle on the floor. My panties felt wetter than I thought possible, all because his hand was on my back. How was he having such an effect on me? Why wasn’t I thinking about the risk? About what Anna had said?

She had warned me about just this situation, that he was using me to create another notch on his bedpost, to just boast to the office that he’d bedded the boss. But those thoughts weren’t with me in that moment, they only came back much later. In that moment, all I could think about was where his hand was travelling to.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he paused just above my ass.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice made me shudder with need.

I screamed inside. No, don’t ever stop, keep touching me forever. But I couldn’t speak. This was wrong. We weren’t supposed to be doing this. I was his boss, I was stupid to let him do this to me. I should boot him out of the room, get to the dance. We were already late for it. It was gone nine according to the clock on the wall behind him.

“No,” I said quietly in response to his question. His hand returned on its way downwards, sliding under my dress and over the top of my ass.

“No panties,” he growled as he caressed my buttocks.

“VPL, darling,” I replied. “Scourge of the female race.”

“With that split up the side of your dress, you might shock your fellow dancers in the lifts.” His face moved closer to mine, so close I could feel his breath on my lips.

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Clearly not.”

There was a single moment when I thought he would say something else and then he was kissing me.

It was a single kiss, the most exquisite I’d ever known. I had no doubt I would remember that kiss for the rest of my life.

It was soft but firm at the same time, his lips pressing warmly against mine. My eyes were closed but I could picture his face perfectly. From the instant he kissed me, a bolt of electricity passed between us. I went from turned on to willing to do anything he told me to in an instant. I was his, whatever he commanded, I would obey, and the thought had come from nowhere. Just the kiss, a kiss like I’d never experienced, and one that was only the start of what he did to me that evening.

He pulled away all too soon, leaving me hanging in the air like a puppet dangling on invisible strings that he controlled. I almost fell forwards as I opened my eyes, seeing him stepping further back, folding his arms slowly.

“Keep still,” he said, his voice cold, demanding. I shuddered to think what would happen if I disobeyed him.

It was as if my dream was coming true, the things that had happened in my imagination beginning to take over my world until I wasn’t sure what was real and what was just in my head.

He moved behind me, his hands on my shoulders. I froze in place, unable to move until he told me I could.

The dress slipped off my shoulders, his skilful fingers easing it down my arms, revealing my naked chest to the warm air of the room. He was still behind me but I felt his eyes burning into my nipples. They stiffened in an instant, yearning for his mouth, his fingers, anything to ease the throbbing desire in my that was becoming uncontrollable.

When my dress reached my hips, I took a deep intake of breath, fear rising up in me. What would he think of my body? I wasn’t like the supermodels, no stick thin waif. I had hips, I had curves, my stomach showed signs of eating proper meals, not rabbit food like the women he was probably used to.

He didn’t pause, oblivious to my inner turmoil as the dress hit the floor. I gasped as he ran his hands up the back of my legs, cupping my buttocks before spinning me around to face him.

He stepped back once more, examining me. My arms unconsciously moved to shield myself and he scolded me in response. “Don’t move. Arms by your side.”

I did as he asked, feeling his gaze moving down me, taking in every inch of flesh. Did he approve?

I thought, in a brief moment of lucidity, about the change that had come over me. A couple of hours ago, I was the boss, I was the mature, confident woman in charge. What had changed? It could only be him.

He had power over things, over me. He was giving me orders and I could only obey, it didn’t even occur to me to refuse when he spoke once more. “Put your suit back on.”

I was right. He was disgusted with me. He couldn’t bear to look at me any longer.

He watched me dress. I felt destroyed, utterly despondent. But the moment I was dressed, his hands were on me again.

“I want to strip you out of your work things,” he said. “I need to see them come off you.”

He undid my hair first, untying it and watching as it cascaded over my shoulders. Then he whipped my jacket off me, tossing it aside before starting on my blouse.

With each button undone, more of my bra came into view.

It was strange. I’d just been naked in front of him and yet I was ashamed of my body again, seeing it come into view for a second time in as many minutes.

He left my shoes and tights on, though he ripped my tights to shreds once my bra was on the floor with the rest of my things.

He cupped my breasts in his strong hands when he took away my bra, leaving a tingling sensation deep inside me long after he had slid my panties down to the floor.

He stepped back once I was naked. All I wore were my shoes, the remains of my tights dangling from them, and my necklace.

“Lay on the bed,” he said, his voice emotionless. “On your front.”

I moved over to the bed at once, glad to be out of his intense gaze. If the lights had been out, I might have felt more confident, but who feels at their best getting naked for the first time in front of someone in bright hotel lighting?

As I lay there he slid my shoes from my feet.

On my front, even unable to see, I felt better, more comfortable. For one thing, he couldn’t see the burning red of my cheeks, nor the heavy breathing or thudding of my heart as I tried to keep control of my emotions.

I looked over to my left when he appeared there. He was opening his suitcase, pulling out two lengths of rope. My eyes widened. What was he planning?

Without a word, his nimble fingers turned the first rope into a knot. It looped over my wrist, through the metal posts of the headboard and then over my other wrist, tying my arms in place.

He did the same with my ankles and that was when the reality of the situation hit me. I knew almost nothing about this man. No one but Anna knew I was here in the hotel and where was she anyway? We were supposed to be meeting at nine so she could help prevent just something like this from happening.

I was on my own. I was bound in place to the bed, my ankles held together, my wrists apart. I could do nothing but squirm slightly in place. It was too much to take. Why had he brought the ropes? Had he planned this all along? Had I fallen into his trap without even realising it?

“Please let me go,” I said, tugging at the bonds around my wrists.

He shook his head, kneeling down and reaching into the case again.

“Please let me go.” This time there was an urgency to my voice. I tried again to escape.

“Please, I’ve changed my mind. Let me go.”

“No chance.”

The words were whispered in my ear but they had the force of a sledgehammer, slamming deep into me. This was what him being in charge meant. I had completely lost control of the situation.

“It is time,” he said, leaning down and almost kissing me but not quite, his lips half an inch from mine. I could smell him, I could sense his heat so close. The fear in me was still there but in that moment it became mingled with something else, something I didn’t know how to define. Was it desire? Could I desire something that scared me?

 I wanted to ask him what he was going to do. I wanted to tell him to free me, scream for help. But I kept silent. I wasn’t even sure why. I just couldn’t say anything.

He moved out of sight. I counted the seconds, waiting, hoping his hands might fall onto me, slide between my legs, ease the ever growing ache that had yet to subside, even as the fear had grown in me.

The pain hit me without any warning at all. One moment all was silent. The next there was an echoing smacking sound so loud it made my ears ring. For a split-second I didn’t know what it was. Then the nerve endings in my ass shot a signal to my brain.

I’d been spanked. He’d slapped my right buttock, making it sting enough for me to cry out in pain. “Ow!”

I tried to wriggle away from the stinging sensation, impossible though it was.

When he spanked me for a second time, I screamed, the feeling was too intense. I couldn’t handle it.

“Quiet!” he hissed at me. “Do you want to disturb the entire hotel?”

I heard him moving and turned my head in time to see him in the case once more. Why didn’t I tell him to stop? Why didn’t I make him untie me? Could it possibly be because I wanted him to do this. Did I still want him to spank me despite my fear?

I caught a glimpse of what was in his hand when he stood up, a flash of curved steel. I thought I knew what it was but I couldn’t be sure. He wouldn’t do that to me, surely? Not when we’d only kissed once.

I felt the bed shifting as he climbed onto it, straddling my thighs, pushing me down into the mattress.

His hands were on my ass a second later, caressing, groping, roughly squeezing until I couldn’t help but moan. Did he know he was pushing my clit against the edge of a blanket underneath me? Was he deliberately teasing me?

“What is that?” I asked as I felt cold metal between my buttocks. I wanted him to reassure me that it wasn’t what I thought it was.

“A gift,” I replied. “From me to you.”

“No,” I begged, knowing I had been right, the tip of it nudging towards my ass, getting ready to invade me. “Don’t.” But there was no force to my voice. I felt I had to protest. I couldn’t admit to wanting him to do that, to wanting him to use my body any way he felt fit.

That was the power of my submitting to him. I didn’t need to think about anything. He could decide what happened. All I had to do was let it happen. But good girls wouldn’t let things like this happen without protesting. I couldn’t openly admit I wanted that plug in my ass, no matter how much my body was ready for him.

“Too late,” he replied.

It pressed forwards and as it widened and stretched its inexorable way into me, I couldn’t help but scream at his audacity, at the sheer overwhelming blissful pain of it.

His hand jolted away at the same moment as my scream died. What was that? Tell me that wasn’t what I thought it was.

Knock.

It was. It was what I thought it was. I hoped it was someone who worked at the hotel, come to check on the noise.

Because if it wasn’t an employee, most likely it was Anna. If it was her, she would be coming for our scheduled meeting, come to check I wasn’t falling for the seductive techniques of one of my employees.

“Hold on,” I shouted, twisting in place as there was another knock.

Please don’t let it be Anna. Let her be late or drunk in the hotel bar. Because if it’s her, I’m going to have to admit the truth, that I had no willpower at all, that I had only to let him kiss me once and I was his, that I had no hope at all of turning him down after this, whatever he had planned, I was going to let it happen. I would just have to deal with the consequences afterwards.

I twisted in place, glancing around as best I could.

Knock.

Knock.