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There is a letter on my desk when I come back from lunch. My name is written in beautiful calligraphy script on the front. However, no other markings mar the envelope. I set down my things and proceed to open the letter. A key card falls out of the note card contained in the envelope. The card reads,
My beautiful Princess,
Tonight, you belong to me. The key card is for The Grand hotel downtown, room 6021. Arrive promptly at 8pm. You know how I detest waiting, so be sure to be on time.
Until tonight,
D
P.S. Leave the panties in your desk drawer before you leave.
My knees go weak at the thought of what will happen tonight. We have been playing together for some tension relief for about 3 months now. Usually, we meet in one of our offices after work hours or on late Friday nights after a couple of drinks with our mutual friends.
While we may have covered limits, rules, and expectations, we normally just crash into each other, taking everything we need before another work week begins. We’ve done many things, but one thing that has yet to happen is you summoning me. We’ve never had a situation where we plan to be together, on purpose.
I wonder if I’ve done something wrong, but I can’t think of anything.
I sit down and rack my brain for ideas as to what could be happening tonight, but a knock at my office door jars me from my internal contemplation.
I wave my business associate in to go over our upcoming project. I set the letter in my desk drawer and try to continue on with my day, despite the growing wet spot in my panties.
When I finally come up for a break in the project, I realize that it is already 7pm. I jump up and quickly excuse myself, saying that I have a prior appointment that I have forgotten about. I usher my collegue out of my office and head toward the elevator.
We agree to pick up the project on Monday and I hurry into the elevator. On a good day, with minimal traffic, the trip to the Grand would take 20 minutes. But with rush hour traffic, it would be more like 45 minutes. I would have to hurry to make sure I am on time. Draco does so detest when I’m late.
I arrive at The Grand at 7:55. I grab my purse, toss my keys to the valet, and rush inside, my heels clacking across the marble floor to the elevator.
I pray the elevator will be quick to arrive. However, God is not on my side this day. By the time I ride the elevator to the 60th floor and rush down the hallway to room 6021, the clock has reached 8:02.
I resist inserting the key card at first, groaning internally. Perhaps I can just go home, claim I am not feeling well, I think to myself.
Stop being such a scaredy cat! Just go in. You probably made yourself late on purpose anyway, just to see what he will do.
Ok, conscience, that is a little right on the money, and I don’t care to examine that at the moment. Finished with my internal monologue and putting those thoughts behind me, I decide to go in.
The room is completely devoid of internal light, the only light source the city lights pouring in the large bank of windows directly in front of me. The windows cover almost the entirety of the wall directly in front of the door. I can see the king-sized bed to my right, a dresser with a gift on it to my left, a microwave, a fridge, and a cart with a bottle of chilling champagne.
I sigh a breath of relief. “Well, all that rushing and looks like I’m first anyway.” I say out loud, not to anyone in particular. Little did I know that Draco was indeed already in the room.
“Not quite, Princess.” I hear him say, quickly grabing me from behind. I fight at first, scared from the sudden turn in events. Draco has one arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me tight to him, and one arm around my neck, hand covering my mouth, pulling my head back against his shoulder.
As I settle down, he removes his hand from my mouth and takes a firm grip of my hair, bending my head back to his shoulder.
“What have I told you about being on time, Doll?”
“Draco, I……..” SMACK! A firm slap to my thigh. Right now, he is not Draco and I am not Hermione.
“Sir, I apologize for being slightly late. Traffic was terrible.”
“Slightly late? Late by a little or late by a lot, you’re still late.” He growls at me. “I don’t care what was happening with the traffic. When I give you a time, I expect you to plan accordingly. You know that if you contact me about a situation truly out of your control, I am always willing to bend and adjust plans. But tonight….tonight your tardiness was not out of your control. It was simply …. a lack of appropriate planning.”
He hisses the last part into my ear, tightening the hold he has on my hair.
“Yes, Sir.” I reply, nodding my head as best I can with the grip he has on me. I relax back into his touch, feeling the hard planes of his chest and broad shoulders.
Draco may have been slight back in school, but now, he has grown into a truly beautiful specimen of a man. His shoulders and biceps stretch his dress shirts beneath his suit jackets. If the other ladies at the office knew what he looked like beneath his professional exterior, I would probably have a hard time beating those airheaded bimbos back to claim him for myself.
Slowly, the hand that Draco has clutched at my waist begins to creep down. His fingers slowly trailing down my side until they reach my skirt and then my stockings. The feel of his blunted fingernails scraping lightly over the nylon thigh-highs settle me further back into him.
He abandons his molestation of my stockings and begins to run his fingertips higher, continuing up to the inside of my thigh. I feel him pause at the tops of my stockings, running a finger around the lacy edge.
“Mmmmmm…you know how much I absolutely adore you in thigh-highs and garters.” He breathes into my neck, smelling and licking my pulse as it jumps with my rapid heartbeat.
“When you sat down and crossed those long legs at the meeting this morning, I looked over and what did I see, a peak of lace. Just enough to make me groan and have to adjust my half-hard length before I got a damn HR complaint.” He grumbles to me.
“And then, you had the audacity to look right at me, look down at my predicament, and wink. You bloody winked at me Hermione.”
I can’t seem to help myself as I giggle at his admission. I love that I can tease him during the day and there’s nothing he can do. Well, there’s nothing he can do in that moment. But we both know that the next time we’re together outside the office, he will exact his revenge.
“Oh …. you think that’s funny?” He asks, pulling my head back by my hair and twisting my face to look at him straight on.
“Not funny per say…...just….” I stumble, trying to come up with an excuse, but my brain power fails me.
“Just what?” Draco asks, grinding his pelvis further into me and wrapping my hair further in his fist to pull my head back. My neck is now fully exposed, the muscles straining at the position.
“Just…. I…. It was …. I’m sorry, Draco.”
“You’re sorry?” He scoffs. He pulls one of my garter straps away from my thigh, pulling the strap taught, and let’s go.
*THWACK*
“Ahh!”, I scream. The pain a sharp sting that jars my brain. He yanks on my hair again, keeping the pain at the forefront of my brain.
Draco moves his hand back to the inside of my thigh and travels higher under my skirt. Suddenly, he stops, and I instantly realize my mistake.
Shit! The panties! I think to myself. My body stiffens up again. Unconsciously anticipating a smack to my thigh like when I’ve forgotten some other instructional detail before.
“Well well well …. what do we have here? Seems like someone is having a terrible time with directions today. I thought you’d be my sweet little Princess tonight, but it seems like I’ve gotten my bratty little slut.” He says, popping my garter again yanking further on my hair.
“UGH!” I grunt, trying to keep from screaming, barely containing the sound between my teeth. At this point, I know better than to say anything that’s not ‘yes, sir’ or ‘no, sir’.
‘Yes, Sir.’ I reply meekly, hoping to stave off too much punishment. My feet are bending up to my tip toes in my stilettos, trying to ease the ache on my scalp.
“Go over to the window.” He says, pushing me away and deeper into the room.
I timidly walk toward the large bank of windows. My heart is galloping out of my chest. My legs shake in my peep-toe heels as I walk across the room. All of my earlier bravado seems to have left me.
I arrive in front of the windows and look out into the city. Everything is so beautiful from up here. I look down toward the sidewalk and can’t even make out the people. The lights of the cars illuminate the streets below while the apartment, condo, and hotel lights illuminate the skyline. We’re so high up I can almost make out stars if it weren’t for the light pollution of the city.
I can feel Draco behind me. His presence looming over the entire room, coating my nerves in fear and excitement. Typically, I would feel his sensualness slide over me, the soft Dom I have come to know and love.
Wait….wait one damn minute. Love…. where in the world did that come from? We’ve never talked about that. Hell, we aren’t even ‘out’ as a couple. This was just supposed to be ‘fun’. A way for us to fuck all of the tension out of our bodies from our job. Am I really in love with him?
I am so wrapped up in my thought process, I never even heard Draco approach.