He offered his hand, which she took happily. Walking with purpose, he led her towards the elevator. As they waited for it to arrive, he ran his hand up and down her back.
She was thankful for the comforting physical touch, and even more thankful when he whispered, "We will take it slow, just like we talked about. Nothing will happen that you're uncomfortable with. You have my word."
His warm breath on her neck sent a tingling, erotic wave through her body and his reassurance of her safety helped dispel any of the remaining anxiety that she had. "Thank you so much, I'm okay, Sir".
As soon as He heard that word - "Sir", he knew she was his. He was just as excited as she was, but he was also nervous.
There was a great weight of responsibility on him. The responsibility of not rushing her, the responsibility of allowing her to discover her boundaries while encouraging her to push past her comfort zone, all while respecting her limits was both a burden and a gift.
He didn't take the gift of her submission lightly. He would treat her as the precious treasure she was. But that "Sir" coming from her mouth made him want to take her right there and then. Luckily, the elevator doors finally opened and they had a bit of privacy.
He turned towards her, took her face in his hands, and kissed her with passion, causing her to moan with pleasure.
With one hand, he lifted her dress and started rubbing her clit, making her shudder. His hunger and passion swallowed every whimper and every moan. The doors parted when they arrived at their floor. Stepping out, they walked to room 816.