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car to save her, but she did
neither. Instead, she heard her voice ask him to come inside.
    When Kate came to herself, she was sitting
on his lap, facing him, with her knees on either side of his
thighs. Both of his hands were inside her white, cotton sleeveless
gown, which was unbuttoned half-way, as he kneaded her breasts and
looked deeply into her eyes.
    She ripped her gaze from his to look out at
the room and slowly back down to his golden skin, visible only from
the front of her gown to the cuffs of his rolled up, white shirt
sleeves. She blinked fast as she took it all in, unsure if she was
awake or midway through a dream.
    No. Her stomach plummeted. I blacked
out.
    “Kate?” His tone was expectant as his thumbs
grazed over her nipples, moving in circles. Horrified, she felt
them harden and extend, reaching for more of his touch while
disregarding the danger.
    She slumped her back down and pulled her
shoulders forward, in an attempt to pull her breasts from his
touch. Grasping her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger,
he began to roll it rougher as he pulled her gown down to her waist
with his free hand. When she tried to slump down more, his fingers
grabbed a bunch of her hair at the nape of her neck, and pulled her
head back to face the ceiling, making her back arch, thrusting her
naked breasts and elongated nipples upward, towards his face. Her
breath came in fast, short spurts.
    “I will have you tonight, Kate.” He spoke to
her as he fondled her breast with his other hand. “Your pussy will
weep as much your eyes, as you beg me to take you. Tonight will be
as pleasurable as you allow it to be. Your mood is yours to decide,
but that’s the sole decision you will make tonight. I will not be
denied any longer. I’ve been patient and have waited for you long
enough, beautiful girl.”
    Shaking in both fear and arousal, Kate
repeated her earlier whisper, barely making a sound, “Who are
you?”
    Sighing, he whisked her up off his lap and
settled her gently on the floor between his knees. Shoving his
hands through his black, messy hair, he shook his head at her and
said, “You know who I am, Kate. I’ve told you more than once. I
know you heard me, and I don’t care to repeat myself. I am your
Master for tonight.”
    Placing a hand under her chin, he pulled her
face up as he bent down towards hers. His eyes slid from hers, down
to her shivering lips, and then back up.
    “Sit there quietly and ready yourself.”
    Kate sat, closed eyed, between his knees and
thought about her predicament, while her erect nipples throbbed
with desire, and she hyperventilated from fear.
    He wanted sex. That was clear. The way he
pulled her hair told her he could handle her with ease. Again, that
was clear. Nothing else was, though.
    Where did he come from? Why did she let him
in? What did ‘Master for tonight’ mean? What was he going to do to
her? At least, he didn’t give any indication that he was physically
violent or intended to murder her. He hadn’t struck her. Not yet,
anyway. In dealing with people at the shelter, she knew how quick a
situation could turn dangerous.
    Deciding the best case scenario would be to
cooperate until she could make a run for it, get to a phone, or
somehow disable him, she started her deep-breathing exercises and
reciting calming mantras in her head. She had to calm down. Panic
does not lend itself to good decisions, or any decisions, for that
matter. She knew that.
    Eyes closed, with the chants on a loop in
her mind, she breathed in and out deeply, again, missing her keys.
As she repeated the exercise, the pounding in her head began to
recede, and the quickness of the blood rushing through her veins
began to slow.
    His voice filtered down to her from above,
“I’m glad you’ve controlled that, Kate. I’m not sure how much more
I could handle without tasting you. The sounds you make when you
breathe like that are...decadent.”
    Choosing to ignore his mysterious statement
for the