CHAPTER ONE SURRENDER TO PASSION

MAE “What kind of client asks to meet up in a hotel?” I asked the young man sitting next to me for the umpteenth time. It was against the company’s rules to meet with clients outside the company. As the boss, Mr. Thompson is aware of that rule; he made the rule himself. But here we are, sitting so close to each other in a hotel, waiting for a client who has yet to come. “Hold on a little while; he’ll be here in a few minutes.” He assured me, looking at his wristwatch restlessly. “Have some more juice,” He offered it with a wry smile. I looked at the glass on the table. I reached for it, but it slipped out of my hand. My vision blurred a little. "Mae, are you feeling alright?” His voice held concern and empathy as he reached for my hand. “I’m fine,” "No, you’re not; come with me; I’ll get a room for you to rest in.” He suggested it, and everything became clear. Here, I was waiting for a so-called client when, in reality, no client was coming. Mr. Thompson had succeeded in luring me to a hotel with him and drugging me. How could I have been so foolish? Struggling to get up, I picked up my purse, holding it tightly. Mr. Thompson raised, too, and wrapped his arms around me possessively. “Let go of me!” I gritted between my teeth as irritation swept through my entire body. He took his hands off me to avoid calling attention to us. But he didn’t give up. “I want to help you, Mae. I don’t want our client to see you like this. Come on.” He cooed desperately, and I was more certain he had planned this. I looked around and spotted a handsome young man opening a room nearby. “Look who we have here.” I beamed, resting my gaze on the handsome man whose figure loomed at the door of his room. Mr. Thompson followed my gaze, breathing heavily. “Mike, my boyfriend.” I announced that I was trying so hard to stand upright. Mr. Thompson was taken aback as fear enveloped him that instant. I didn’t wait for him to get over the shock. I started staggering towards the handsome stranger, and before Mr. Thompson could open his mouth to stop me after he came around, I was already halfway to the man who had successfully opened his room and was stepping in. I was very dizzy, but I did my best to get to the door before the stranger would lock it. I didn’t know him, but I knew a stranger would be a better gentleman than the pervert, Mr. Thompson. “Mae,” Mr. Thompson called, but it was distant. I felt very hot inside, and my body was reacting in a very strange way. There was the stranger in front, about to close the door to his room, and also Mr. Thompson behind me, trying to get to me before I could get to the stranger. “Please,” I pleaded, sweating profusely, as I put my hand in the little space left, taking the risk of getting my hand jammed. He intervened in time to prevent the door from crashing open just before it could have severed my hand. I heaved weakly, and he looked at me, perplexed. “Help me,” I was still weak and dizzy. I looked back, and Mr. Thompson was still approaching me. The handsome man was staring at me oddly, but the door was still open, and his hand hung on the knob loosely. “Please,” That was the only explanation he got, if that’s even an explanation, before my hands wrapped around his neck, and I took his lips off mine. I always take advantage of opportunities without thinking much, even if they are risky. This was a crucial opportunity I couldn’t afford to miss. Before he could push me away or embarrass me in front of Mr. Thompson, who had stopped in his tracks with a terrified look on his ugly face, I used the little strength I had left to lead the stranger and me into the room, closing the door behind me. “Ah!” I moaned softly, releasing a breath I didn’t know I was holding. My hands were still wrapped around his neck, but I had broken the kiss and had buried my face in his chest. Somehow, I felt a little better after kissing and was shocked to admit I wanted more. It was strange, but I wanted him desperately. I tilted my head to look at him; he had a priceless expression on his face, and even though I knew he was confused and upset, I chuckled, taking my hand to his face. He was cold and watched me with a stern expression, but I didn’t care, nor could I help myself. This time around, I had to stand on tiptoes to kiss him because he was way taller than I was, and my hands were busy caressing his face. He kissed me back passionately, and I was glad I didn’t have to beg him for it. His fingers dug into my hair as the kiss intensified, and he had to crouch since I was short. He lifted me immediately, supporting my body with his large palms. He ran his hands on my back and bum-caressed them with so much passion and desire that, at some point, I wondered if I was the drugged one or if he was. I thought he would lead us to the bathroom, but instead, he led us to a small table where he made me sit. He kissed my neck, licking it slightly and biting the little flesh he found there while his hands worked on my dress. It didn’t take long before we were both naked, and he was rubbing my breast. “Oh,” “Ah” I moaned as pleasure ran through my entire body like electricity. He caressed my thighs, making sure our eyes were locked. He slid a finger into my chest, and I closed my eyes. “Open your eyes,” He whispered, and I heard his voice for the very first time since we met. It rang in my ears and made my whole body vibrate. It was husky, firm, and authoritative, yet so appealing. I obeyed, meeting his dark gaze. In those eyes, I saw desire and lust, but more than those, I saw need. “I want you to remember my face forever,” He added, still teasing me down there; pleasure didn’t allow me to realize when his finger left my v spot until he pushed himself inside me. “F*ck!” I exclaimed in shock. My whole body felt the penetration, and I was forced to look away as pleasure mixed with pain. My fingers sank into his bare shoulders, making him bleed, and I threw my head backward, still trying to get myself. My mouth remained open as I panted weakly, meeting his gaze. I didn’t know my legs wrapped around his waist in the process until he began to pull out slowly. I realized his waist was widening my legs and looked down to watch him pull out of me. “You put all of that inside me?” I asked when he pulled out completely, and I couldn’t believe what I saw. Not even in the movies or porn have I ever seen a d*ck that long and thick. “Yeah, and you buried it completely.” His voice held pride and satisfaction. I looked at him weakly. I was already sore and in so much pain from just one thrust, but I still wanted him, and I felt shameless about it. “Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked my v*gina, desperate to have him. With the speed of lightening, his erect sh*t slid in again, this time very rough. I asked for it, but I couldn’t help screaming when he gave me what I asked for. My hands wrapped his body tightly, and so did my legs, but even with the closeness, he still made sure to grab my waist possessively. My screams mixed with his satisfied moans till everything around me went blank after three orgasms.