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  All of sudden Evelyn found herself falling forward as William leaned against a door that opened outward into the hallways behind the ballroom. She held on tight for fear of falling, and fear of breaking the spell he has cast on her. William held her tight in his strong arms. She knew she was safe. There was no way he would let her fall.

  Their momentum carried them through the doors. The doors shut automatically once they were through. Within an instant the noise of the ballroom disappeared. They fell backwards until William’s back came to rest against a stainless-steel kitchen prep table. She crashed into him as he stopped. He held her still, face to face. She looked up at him and he lowered his mouth onto hers. He kissed her passionately. She did not resist.

  “Where are we?” she asked, breaking off the kiss. Her breathing was heavy. She couldn’t decide if it was from all of the dancing or from the kiss.

  “Here. Now. With each other.” he said.

  He took her by the arm and led her further down the corridor, passing closed doors and offices along the way. He went from door to door, trying each one, Evelyn walking quickly beside him. William jiggled the door handle of each one they passed, but they were all locked. She had a sense of what he was doing and decided to go with it. It felt like a game, and she was enjoying it. Why not? Why stop?

  William turned another handle and the door opened. He pulled her back towards him, towards the open door. For some reason Evelyn thought the game would go on the same way, they would try door after door, none would open, and they would eventually end up back in to ballroom. She didn’t expect this, she didn’t expect to have William standing in front of an open door, beckoning her to enter.

  She walked slowly back towards him, towards the open door and the darkness, the unknown, behind it. She stepped through, William following close behind. They walked into what appeared to be a chef’s office. Even though the office was dark, Evelyn could see a short bookcase holding a number of cook books, bottles of wine on top—a desk and chair and a couch across from it.

  She stood with her back to the room, her eyes adjusting to the dark. She felt William’s presence behind her even before he put his hands of her shoulders. His hands were warm, and she welcomed them on her. She shrugged her shoulders upward to meet them. Slowly, smoothly, he slid his hands around the curve of her shoulders, sliding his hands down to catch his fingers in the top of her dress. She was still holding her clutch purse, only now realizing that she had lost her mask somewhere along the way.

  William slid his hands down further, past her shoulders and along the length of her body, drawing her dress down along with them. Holding her breath, Evelyn didn’t resist. As the sleek satin material reached her waist she dropped her clutch purse to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra and was now naked from the waist up, her back to him. She was grateful for the darkness of the office, but still felt exposed. She spun around and reached her arms around William’s neck, pressing her body against his, her cold nipples quickly becoming hard against the wool of his tuxedo jacket. She kissed him long, crushing her breasts against his chest. She began to feel warm again between her legs.

  William was the one to break off the kiss this time, gently moving her away from him, holding her at arm’s length. He looked at her perfect round, firm breasts as she looked back at him. She reached for his penis as it strained against his pants, moving her fingers to unzip them, to free him.

  “No,” he said, his deep, low voice stopping her. The word resonated through the office, through her. She lowered her hand, stepping back, standing motionless as she succumbed to his voice, his gaze.

  “No?” she puzzled.

  “No.” It wasn’t casual; it was a command. As was what he said next. “Step out of your dress.”

  Evelyn was taken aback by the command, but didn’t feel she could question it, nor did she want to. She hooked her fingers into the material of her dress, pulling it down under the gaze of his deep, intense stare. She drew the dress down past her thighs, exposing her silk white panties, down to her feet. She stepped out of the pool of white and pink that had gathered at her feet. She reached down and unclasped the strap to her left shoe, then her right.

  She stood before him, half naked. He flipped open his belt buckle, unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. As his pants slipped past his hips, his penis sprung forth, hard and strong.

  Evelyn stepped bare footed towards him, reaching for his penis.

  “No,” he said again, this time taking her in his arms and moving her towards the couch. He laid her down on her back. She slouched forward, her body resting half on the couch, her feet planted on the floor. Positioned this way, he stepped towards her, standing over her.

  “Touch me,” he said.

  Evelyn looked at him with big, wide eyes. She was not a virgin, but she had never seen a penis hovering over her this way before. She hesitated.

  “Touch me.” His voice was deeper now, more authoritarian, more commanding. Evelyn had never had a man speak to her in that tone. Oddly, she didn’t mind William speaking to her this way. Or rather, her body didn’t seem to mind, for as soon as he commanded her, she felt a ripple of arousal flow though her, her belly fluttering and her juices flowing. This surprised her, pleased her, excited her.

  “What if I don’t want to?” She baited him.

  William reached down and grabbed her left ankle. He was strong, lifting her body off the couch with one hand, her leg and ass high up in the air. He slapped her ass cheek hard before releasing her ankle. She fell back onto the couch.

  “Ow, what was that?”

  Even though Evelyn was outwardly protesting, inwardly she was fending off the flood that was rushing to her pussy. She loved it. She had never thought a man could make her react this way, make her body react this way. She had never been so aroused before in her life.

  William was looking down at her. Slowly a smile crossed his face and Evelyn realized that he saw her white satin panties slowly soaked with her juices.

  “You like it.”

  “I don’t.” She lied.

  “You do.”

  “I don’t.” Evelyn’s voice lacked conviction.

  “Take off your panties.”

  After a moment’s hesitation—who was she kidding, she wanted them off herself—Evelyn quickly reached down and slipped off her soaked panties. Playfully, she threw them at William. He caught them and held them in his hands before tossing them aside. He quickly reached down and grabbed her right ankle, pulling her forward and up, smacking her right ass cheek as hard as he slapped the left. Both her ass cheeks now matched, red and hot.

  “Ow,” she said again, with less pain and shock in her voice this time, and a hint of pleasure. The pleasure part came with the flood of juices that now flowed freely.

  “Do you want to touch me?” he asked.

  Evelyn debated what to do next. She wanted to touch him, but she also wanted to be spanked again. Did that thought actually run through her head? Did she just admit that she wanted to be spanked? She looked up at him and nodded her head.

  “Then ask for it.”

  “I want to touch you.”

  “That’s a statement. I said ask for it.”

  “I want to touch you.”

  William stood over her without moving. She was confused, not sure if she could reach out for his penis yet.

  “Ask, I said. Ask for it.”

  Evelyn thought about this for a moment before saying, “Can I touch you please? Sir?” The last word was mumbled and weak.

  “Again.” William’s voice was commanding.

  “Can I touch you please, sir?”

  William leaned into her, bringing his penis closer. She reached up and took it in both hands, rubbing and massaging it gently at first, more aggressively as she went along. William stood in front of her, his eyes closed, giving over to her. As she handled him more aggressively, he became harder, more erect. She enjoyed handling him this way, the warm jui
ces trickling down her leg onto the leather couch confirming this.

  She aggressively stroked and massaged his penis. His legs began to quiver, and she could sense he was close to orgasm. He was harder than he had been all night, and his breathing became more rapid. Evelyn lowered her head and took him in her mouth. No sooner had she done this then he exploded. She held his shaft with her right hand, holding the tip of his penis between her lips, warm come flowing over her tongue and down her throat. When he had finished coming she slid his penis out of her mouth, licking the tip with her tongue.

  He reached down and grabbed her by the chin, lifting her head so that she looked at him. He was looking down at her with a stern look on his face. She was confused, expecting to see a different expression on his face.

  “Did I tell you to take me in your mouth?”

  “No.”

  He shook her chin with his hand. “What did you say?”

  “No, sir.” She corrected herself.

  “Then why did you?”

  “I don’t know. It seemed the thing to do. You seemed to want it.”

  “I’ll tell you what I want and when I want it. That was the wrong thing to do. What am I going to do with you now?”

  Evelyn slumped back on the couch. His tone confused her, but it did not frighten her. On the contrary, she was beginning to realize how much it excited her. The feeling came upon her slowly, building, the more he spoke to her this way—commanding, demanding. She could feel her excitement welling up deep inside her. She was on the edge and needed to be brought over.

  “You can spank me again.” She whispered these words so softly he barely heard them.

  “What was that?” he said, sliding forward to kneel down in front of her. He grabbed the small erect nipple on her left breast and twisted it. “Say that again. I didn’t hear you.”

  As her pussy flooded at his rough touch she almost yelled, “Spank me. I want you to spank me again.”

  He moved his hand over to twist the nipple on her right breast, harder than the first time.

  “You do, do you.”

  “Ow. Yes, please, spank me.”

  “And do you want to orgasm?”

  “Yes, sir, I do. I want to. I’m ready right now.”

  “You’ll come when I tell you to, not before. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” She wasn’t sure if she could comply with that, she was so ready to come, but she knew she had to try.

  Without warning, William grabbed Evelyn by both ankles and flipped her over on her belly. He shifted her so that she lay lengthwise along the couch. Gently, he placed both of his hands on her ass, rubbing the reddening area he spanked already. Quickly he raised both hands up, bringing them down quickly, spanking her hard, simultaneously on each cheek. Evelyn flinched, but she was ready for it and did not yell out. He hit her again, and again, three times in total. Her ass was on fire. She could feel the red welts emerging. She loved it.

  He grabbed her by the ankles, positioning her again. She lay limp, letting him take control of her. He swung her legs over the side of the couch, bringing her to kneel on the floor, face down in the couch. With her ass up in the air, her juices began to run down her legs. Evelyn turned her head to look back at William.

  “Face forward,” he commanded.

  She obeyed, burying her face in the back of the couch. She held her breath, excitement welling up inside of her, her stomach fluttering, her juices flowing, her orgasm on the edge of exploding through her. If it was up to her, she would let it flow, but she needed to obey William, to hold on until he said so. The strain of holding herself back was exciting unto itself, heightening her arousal. Being with William was exciting. She had never felt so alive as she was now.

  The next smack came down hard on her right ass cheek, followed quickly by another on her left. A flurry of spanks followed. Each spank thrust her forward, pushing her face deeper into the back of the couch. She could feel her ass beginning to burn, slap after slap landing on the same spot as the one before. Three, four, five, six more. The seventh was the hardest.

  “Oww, wow, oww,” she cried out, lifting her face off the couch. Her cries were tinged with pleasure, the sound of her voice deep and guttural. “Let me come now, please, I want to come now, sir. I can’t. I can’t hold it any longer.”

  William ignored her pleas, although he must have sensed she needed a break from the pain. He laid his hands on both cheeks, caressing her ass, rubbing each cheek in a circular motion. As he rubbed, he widened the circle, his thumbs making their way between her wet, warm thighs. His fingers began to linger longer each time they passed. Her gentle moaning told him she didn’t want him to stop.

  On the next pass he spread her ass cheeks from behind, sliding his thumb over her wet, throbbing clit. She almost blacked out when he touched her there. She saw stars. She flooded his hand with her juices as she felt her orgasm break through. William inserted two fingers into her drenched pussy, finger fucking her as she continued to come. She pushed hard against his hand, pushing his fingers deep inside her, soaking his hand with her juices. With his other hand William slapped her left ass cheek then the right one with the hardest slap he had given her. Feeling his fingers deep inside her and the fire on her ass, she couldn’t hold on any longer.

  “Can I come now, please, sir?”

  “Come now.”

  She came harder than she had ever come, her body shaking and quivering under his touch.

  Evelyn remembers that night as if it were yesterday. She remembers William and his touch, his smell, his strength. But mostly, she remembered the pleasure and the pain, instinctively, sensually, emotionally. As brief as the encounter was, it touched her deeply, quickly becoming a part of her, a part of who she is today.

  She also remembers waking on the couch in the chef’s office to find that she was alone. A chef’s jacket was draped over her naked body, her dress folded neatly and draped over a chair, her shoes placed alongside each other just below her dress. William was nowhere to be seen, but she still felt his presence in the room. She had never had a man touch her the way William did. His touch still lingered on her skin, his strong grip on her hips, his stinging blows on her ass.

  She waited in that room for almost an hour. She dressed and sat on the couch, still waiting. Close an hour had passed. When she realized he wasn’t coming back, she debated going into the ballroom to look for him, but something told her he wouldn’t be there. If he was, what would she say to him?

  She gathered herself and stood to leave. She sighed, taking one last look around the room before realizing that she was missing her mother’s hair comb. She scanned the office looking in every corner, but still she could not find it. For the first time, she heard footsteps in the hallway. She decided to leave now before she was discovered. Poking her head outside the door, she looked left and right. Seeing no one, she emerged and headed down the corridor in the opposite direction of the ballroom.

  Evelyn returned to the Lover’s Ball the next year, this time without her sister. Melissa was now married and pregnant, with no desire to go to the ball a second time. Evelyn wanted to go, had to go, needed to go. So much so that she went to the ball alone. What did she care what people thought? She wanted to see if he would be there this year, that man with the gorgeous hands and piercing eyes. The man she fell in love with at first sight.

  The excitement and anticipation at being in the Dominion Hotel was muted compared to first time she entered the hotel. As Evelyn crested the staircase, once again the sights and sounds of the ball washed over her, beautiful people and beautiful music. She stood a moment, scanning the crowd, looking for an opening to dive into. She gracefully took a glass of champagne from a tray of a passing waiter. With her glass held high, she became part of the crowd, looking, hoping, longing.

  After the third round of the room, Evelyn realized that she was not going to find William in the crowd. She placed the full, untouched glass of champagne on the busser station against the wall and pushed her
way through a door into the corridors behind the ballroom. She strode with confidence down the corridor, nodding to the few kitchen staff that she came upon, no one concerned that she was there. She walked with pride, like she owned the place. As she passed the chef’s office, she casually looked to her right at the closed door, not stopping, carrying on down the corridor. She exited the building the same way she did last year, into the cool night air and the lonely darkness of the city street.

  When her parents passed away, Evelyn used her inheritance to buy the hotel. To this day, fifty years later, she still walks the corridors of the building the same way, with confidence, as if she owns the place, except now, she actually does own the place.

  Every year, Evelyn is seen arriving an hour after the start of the Lover’s Ball, a waiter offering her a glass of champagne. She takes three spins of the room before dropping off her full, untouched glass of champagne on a busser station before exiting through a door that leads into the corridors behind the ballroom.

  Over time, this was one of the few occasions the staff at the Dominion Hotel saw the hotel’s owner. As the years moved on, Evelyn became more and more of a recluse.

  Chapter 3

  Miranda strode into the executive offices of the Broadstone Hotel like she always did everywhere she went, confidently assured that wherever she was she was supposed to be there. Without looking left or right, she made a beeline for Amy’s desk. In one fluid motion, she latched on to the back of an empty office chair, wheeled it over, swinging it to rest beside Amy’s desk. She threw herself into it.

  Ever since Miranda discovered where Amy’s office was a few months ago, these visits became more and more frequent. While Amy loved seeing her friend, sometimes her visits we not always convenient. Amy was busier than normal these days. With Alison being pregnant, she was given more responsibility. Amy didn’t want to think about what it was going to be like when Alison was off on maternity leave, overloaded as she already was. Amy kept her head down, trying to pretend that Miranda wasn’t there. If she did this long enough, she hoped Miranda would get the hint and leave.