Ross and Claire entered the hotel suite. Throughout the evening, everything had been a prelude up to this moment, the anticipation of what forbidden pleasures were waiting to be discovered and explored.
Claire set her purse down on the night table. Ross excused himself to go to the bathroom. As she waited for him to finish, she thought of the wicked idea she had been planning for quite some time before they met each other for the evening. She hoped it would work.
Despite Ross's cool, gentlemanly, polite manner, which she was expecting from someone in his profession as a male escort, she sensed through her emails and phone calls with him over the past couple of months when they were getting to know each other that he was the kind of man who got off on being in control, that he had a little bit of a temper that bubbled underneath the surface. Plus, he also had somewhat of an ego that came out in certain unguarded moments.
She wondered if inciting his anger would be fueled into passion. It was an interesting experiment she never tried on a man before and she chose Ross to be the man who would play the role of the dominant with her. Throughout their correspondence, she slowly was able to pique his interest from being just one of many, to being his main focus, which is what she desired and craved the most.
She could tell how eager he was to talk to her every time she called, how quickly he had answered her emails. At dinner it was obvious how much he wanted her, how he kept rubbing her leg under the table, how he never stopped holding her hand as they walked together, how he couldn't keep his hands off her in the elevator on the way up to the suite.
He came out of the bathroom and approached her. He was a devastatingly handsome man, with chestnut brown hair, piercing hazel eyes, and a devilish smile. He took her hand and pulled her close. "Come here," he whispered. He started to kiss her, gently at first, then his kiss became more passionate as his tongue mingled with hers. However, something wasn't quite right. He felt her body stiffen, as if she were uncomfortable. She stopped kissing him and released herself from his grasp.
"What's wrong, Claire?" he asked with a note of concern in his voice.
"Nothing," she said, not looking at him. "It's nothing. Forget it."
"Something's wrong, I can tell," he said, placing his hand on the small of her back. She turned away from his touch. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
She looked at him and took a deep breath. "Ross, I've been thinking."
"About?"
"Well, you're very sweet and we had a nice time tonight, but you know what, I'm not sure about this whole thing. I thought I could go through with this, but I can't. I'm thinking maybe I should hire someone else next time that I feel more comfortable with. I hope you understand. I'm sorry, but I'm not really feeling it."
He was confused and puzzled. They had an amazing evening, or so he thought, of cocktails, dinner, dancing, flirting incessantly, and now she was saying she wasn't feeling it and she wanted to hire someone else? It just wasn't possible that this beautiful woman could be interested in anyone else but him. It had to be some kind of game she was playing.
"I don't believe you," he said.
"I don't care if you believe me or not," she responded coldly.
"That's bullshit."
She was unfazed. "That's fine. If that's how you feel, you're free to leave if you like."
"Leave?" he repeated, dumbfounded.
"Yeah."
"Is that really what you want? Come on, Claire. Stop teasing me."
"I'm not teasing. I'm serious." She walked over to the mirror, pretending to inspect her hair and makeup.
"Did I do something wrong? Was there anything I did tonight that was not to your liking? Was it anything I said? Because I'd be more than happy to make it up to you."
He stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, leaning in close to kiss her neck. She jerked her shoulders away from him. "No, not in particular, but this just isn't what I thought it was going to be. I'm really very sorry."
He watched her as she removed her earrings and set them on the table. "It doesn't seem fair that you should have to pay for the whole time if you're forcing me to leave," he said stiffly. "I'll just give you back half of what you paid me -- "
"That won't be necessary," she interrupted him, still looking at herself in the mirror. "You can keep it all." She set her bracelet and watch down next to her earrings.
"No, please, I insist -- "
"Keep it, I said," she snapped, becoming irritated. She turned to face him. "If I were you, I'd take whatever I could get. Isn't that what men like you do anyway?"
"Who the hell does this bitch think she is?" He thought, feeling the heat of his anger flushing his face. "That," he said, as he struggled to keep his cool, "was a low blow. Why are you acting like this? I didn't do anything - "
"You won't have to," she shot back, turning back toward the mirror. As she took the pins out of her hair, he observed how deliberate, fluid, and seductive she was in her movements. He watched as the silken, black velvet strands of her hair draped gently across her back. She had beautiful brown eyes and smooth, olive-complected skin. His eyes traveled down to gaze at her sumptuous cleavage, her curvy ass, and her long, shapely legs, which he imagined being tightly wrapped around him. He could feel his dick getting hard, despite his growing anger.
She turned toward him again. "I've made it very easy for you. I've given you an out. I don't understand why you're still complaining. Take your money and go."
"No," he said forcefully.
She narrowed her eyes and glared at him, crossing her arms. "I think you'd better leave now. I'm tired and I'd like to go to bed."
She strode over to the front door to open it. Before she could grab the door handle, he grabbed her and pulled her close, crushing his mouth over hers. She struggled, but he was too strong for her.
She turned her face away from him. "Let go of me, you asshole!" she shouted. This only made his grip on her tighter.
"Like hell I'm leaving here," he breathed hard into her ear. "You're not going to bed except with me."
In one quick motion, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He threw her down and pinned his body on top of hers. He kissed her roughly again. She tried to get up, but he pushed her down. He sat up above her and pinned her arms above her head.
"I'm going to fuck you like no one else has ever fucked you before in your life," he declared.
"Oh, yeah?" she taunted him. "I'd like to see you try it."
He ripped his suit jacket, tie, and shirt off. He tore her dress off and groaned when his eyes grazed over her gorgeous body, over the sight of the sexy lingerie she wore. Her black lace bra had the nipples cut out and she wore crotchless panties with a lacy garter belt and silk stockings. He let go of her arms and began to fiercely suck on one nipple, then the other. She cried out in ecstasy, clutching the pillow tightly. She reached out to undo his belt buckle, but he caught her hands and held them down above her head again.
"Uh uh." He shook his head. "You're not getting that big hard cock until I'm ready to give it you."
