The climb to the sixth floor of this hotel had been the most heart pounding experience in my life; up until now at least. It wasn’t for a fear of heights or an underlying concern of a breaking of the elevator’s cable even, but the fear that if he would turn and rush me against the wall of this enclosed space that I would easily give into him as I wanted him just as desperately as I hated him. I wished I would be able to control myself in rival to him or even prove dominance against him, but the moment that I was in those hands that I had dreamed of being in for the last decade, now aware the pleasure he could bring with those fingertips and that tongue, I was addicted to the pain that was loving him.
When the doors parted and he moved into the space first, he led us both down a corridor
