It had been a long day. Kate walked down the narrow hall of the hotel where the gaming convention she was attending was being held, balancing an ice-bucket in one hand and take-out in the other. She had spent all day manning her gaming guild's booth, greeting people and chatting with on-line friends face to face. She was exhausted, but still laughed and chattered with the gamers that lined the hallway, spilling out of open doors where parties were in full swing. Many of them she had been invited to, but after an entire day on her feet she was looking forward to some quiet, a hot bath, and a long sleep.
She turned the corner and went up a flight, then plunged back into the maze of corridors lined with rooms, her feet on auto-pilot. This floor of the hotel was quieter, she laughed to herself that the hotel management was wise to keep the gamers all together. She guessed that as a middle-aged woman she didn't fit the profile when she made her reservations and thus got relegated to an upper floor. Her room was at the end of the hallway; the door next to hers was open but no raucous noise or spill of people were flooding out. There was just a single man, leaning in the doorway, watching her approach with calm amusement. She flashed him her best stranger-to-stranger smile and nodded in greeting as she came closer, and he actually chuckled.
"Interesting fashion statement there, ma'am. Or are you part of the festivities downstairs?" He dryly asked.
Her face flamed as she suddenly realized that she was still in full guild regalia, her tabard and huge nametag with her game name, race and class in bold black letters. She stammered an affirmative and started to quickly juggle the ice bucket and dinner as she looked for her key-card to open her door. All she wanted at that moment was to retreat into her room and forget this man's obvious amusement at her expense. He stepped towards her and in an almost old-fashioned half-bow reached out his hands for her burdens.
"Here, let me help you...never let it be said I didn't ride to the aid of a lady in distress." His voice was warm and deep, with just a hint of laughter hidden beneath the words. She straightened up and remembering her "Southern Belle lessons" as her father had called her debutante days, graciously allowed the man to take her bundles and turned to reach into her pocketbook for her keycard. She was completely taken by surprise, then, when large strong hands grabbed her shoulders from behind and propelled her into the open door.
In the time it took Kate's mind to process what just happened, the door was shut behind the man and her ice and dinner were unceremoniously dumped onto a table. She had turned, still with disbelief written all over her face, to march right back out the door, possibly with a cold and cutting retort flung over her shoulder as she left the room. She was stopped, however, by an immovable, broad and very muscular chest. The man's arms came around her waist, pulling her up tightly against him. She looked up into his face, sure that she would see some kind of sign of a practical joke or something her guild mates or game friends would pull on her. But, besides that calm amused half-smile, all she saw was the man's astonishingly handsome face.
The first flutter of panic flared in Kate's stomach and she started to squirm, push and kick - anything to break his hold and let her get away. Her eyes, though, never pulled away from his. They were locked with his gaze as though mesmerized. When one large hand stroked down her back to her bottom to pull her hips tight against his, and she felt the huge, hard length of him, she opened her mouth to scream.
In a split second, she was spun around and one hand was clapped over her mouth, muffling her cries. He held Kate against him, one arm wrapped around her waist, squeezing tighter and tighter. Her struggling subsided as he let her feel his strength, just enough to let her know that she would not get away unless he wished it. She stopped, and sagged against him in surrender, the tears starting to trickle from the corners of her now-shut eyes. He held her thus for several heartbeats. Then Kate felt his lips graze the corner of her ear, his breath whispered through her hair as he murmured,
"Now be a good girl and relax. I won't hurt you unless you force me to, and you may even enjoy yourself before the night's over." That same cool, amused tone that he had used with her in the hallway was now a siren's song, and in her panic she clung to it as a lifeline. She nodded her head that she understood, that she wouldn't scream, and the hand was slowly taken away from her mouth. But she wasn't let go. The arm that held her so tightly against him now started stroking, the hand that was on her mouth now curling under the flimsy costume she wore to touch her bare neck, her chest, down her arms. He backed away from her slightly, enough so that he could reach down and pull the robes up and over her head in one fluid movement, so that she was standing there in nothing but her bra and panties.
A part of Kate's brain rejoiced, thinking that her middle-aged and chubby body couldn't possibly arouse this handsome giant of a man. He would give her clothes and purse and dinner back and shove her out the door with a snort of disgust, and she could get away safe. When she felt hands on her shoulders turning her around to face him she actually almost laughed, knowing that salvation was a few seconds away. Then she heard him sigh, his breathing getting deeper, and her eyes flew open in complete surprise. He was looking at her almost-naked body with undisguised lust. This was worse, she suddenly FELT naked and wrapped her arms around herself to hide her body. He grabbed her wrists and held them outstretched, stepping close, his eyes traveling over every inch of her. He brought her hands together and held them stretched up over her head in one of his hands as he reached out with a finger and unsnapped the front-hook of her bra. She cursed herself a thousand times over for buying the flimsy thing on impulse at that lingerie shop and then being stupid enough to wear it, rather than her old bra that had 4 hooks in the back and took a crowbar to get off. The bra flew open like it was spring-loaded, and her large breasts were completely exposed. Again, she was spun around to have her back pressed against the man's chest, but this time his hands were slowly running up her belly to cup and weigh both breasts. Her breasts, always seeming so large, looked small and vulnerable in the man's hands. They were so warm, so masculine, as he took his agonizingly slow time running the palms up the undersides, to finally rub small circles around the nipples. With a small shock, Kate realized that they were actually hard. Her mind took on the role of observer, watching her body reluctantly respond to the man's touches. He noticed too, and chuckled again, the sound rumbling up through his chest to vibrate against her.
