Applying for Pleasure(3)

Shaking his head and trying desperately to get a hold of his wayward thoughts, he skimmed though the general information quickly. All that and more would be verified by his staff.

He never got involved with his clients and never performed or participated in any of the fantasies. Detachment was his number one rule, but there was a desperation to him, a hunger to be with her.

Helpless and at the same time wanting to know everything about her, he began to read the fantasy section of the application.

There's one fantasy I've always held true to my heart, and I've never been able to trust any male companion with it. I find it strange I'm going a route I would've never considered, and I don't even know who you are. But the article written about your company in New York Time Square magazine held my attention, and though the idea of allowing a stranger inside my head scares me, I want this fantasy to come true.

Here goes. I'm on my way home from work, and little do I know what awaits me. I enter my home and kick off my heels. I head straight for my bedroom and reach for the buttons of my blouse. Someone's in the room with me. I don't get a chance to turn around, because he's right behind me and wraps a hand around my waist. He slaps his gloved hand over my mouth before I even have a chance to release a scream. My nipples are pressed tight against my bra, and my pussy begins to throb. He doesn't know how turned on I am, but he soon realizes, because the arm around my waist is loosened, and he moves his hand up to my breast to pinch a nipple. I feel his dick pressed against my lower back, the outline quite impressive, and in that moment I know his hard-on is solely for me.

John slowed his breathing, though it did nothing for the steel pole between his legs. This wasn't the first time he'd coordinated a kidnapping or stranger-in-the-bedroom fantasy. But it was the first time he considered doing it with someone he was attracted to. And the kicker was he hadn't even met her yet. Beautiful men and women applied to Capture Inc. all the time, but John never accepted them on looks alone. There were steps that had to be taken before someone could even be considered as a client, but suddenly John wanted to skip all of it and head straight for Ariel.

John lowered his gaze and continued reading.

I continue to struggle, because it kicks my adrenaline into high gear, but the stranger's strength is evident as he holds me in a secure, sure way. He ties me up and binds my mouth, so he's not able to hear my whispered pleas.

John rose from his seat and headed for the bar in his office. He poured himself a shot of whiskey and drank it. What the hell was wrong with him? His cock was rock solid, and all he'd been doing was reading her submission. This reaction was intense, even for him, and he was used to dealing with powerful emotions.

He'd have to meet with her. There was no doubt about it. He'd have to see firsthand if this was just a fleeting attraction. But his gut told him she was going to be more than that.

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Chapter Two

Ariel had received the e-mail a week ago for her meeting with John.

She hadn't expected to be contacted so soon. She was sure Capture Inc. probably had dozens or more applicants on a daily basis, but she wouldn't question the reason John stated he suddenly had an available opening.

The night was warm, and Ariel was glad she had chosen a black sleeveless dress. The attire was more cocktail-like, but at the same time, she hadn't wanted to show up in a business suit. With red pumps that gave her an extra three inches to her five-feet-two height, she welcomed the slight elevated advantage.

She entered the building and headed for the reception area. “I have an appointment with John Martinez. My name is Ariel Lancaster."

The receptionist smiled. “My name is Ella. He's waiting for you in his office. If you'll follow me."

Ariel nodded and followed her as she quickly took in the contemporary appearance of the office. The furniture was mostly black and cherrywood colored, while commercial terra-cotta flooring gave it a warm appeal. But before she could admire further the skills of whoever decorated the office, Ella and Ariel arrived at a closed door.

Ella knocked once before opening and then stepping aside. “Go right in."

Ariel entered the office, her gaze quickly zooming in on the man rising to his feet. She heard the door close behind her, but she couldn't muster up the strength to even thank Ella.

It was as if the wind was knocked out of her, and she hoped she didn't appear breathless in front of him. That would just be a little too embarrassing. She struggled to maintain her composure, hoping to hell he didn't notice she was flustered.

John was nothing like the picture on the Web site. As he walked over to her, she noticed he had to be over six feet tall. His dark hair had streaks of brown in it, and the strands fell to his shoulders. His eyes were hazel and complemented his tan-colored flesh. His cheeks were narrow, his nose a little too long for his face, and he wore a goatee, which gave him an even more sexy appeal. He had a rugged look, and as she took every detail in, she saw the impression of muscles underneath his fitted suit. She had the sudden urge to take his slightly large bottom lip between her teeth and gently bite. Would he groan at that? Would she feel the length of his cock as it pressed against her in arousal?