Title: “The Access Code”
The knock on the hotel door was soft, almost polite, yet somehow insistent. Ethan glanced at the clock—11:27 p.m. He wasn’t expecting anyone.
Cautiously, he opened the door.
And there she stood.
She was tall, easily six feet without the heels and every inch of her was designed to destroy a man’s defenses. Flame red hair framed her pale, sculpted face in loose, voluminous waves. Emerald eyes, sharp and impossibly deep, locked onto his the moment he saw her, he was an attractive man accustomed to beautiful women, but she was simply stunning.
“Evening,” she purred, stepping past him before he could speak. “I was hoping we could talk… privately.”
Her voice was silk on velvet. It had an accent unplaceable and European perhaps, but intoxicating all the same and every word seemed dipped in honey and smoke. Ethan blinked, trying to gather his thoughts and once again gain back some level of control.
“Who are you?”
She turned back to him slowly, her fitted black dress catching the room’s dim light in all the right places. It clung to her curves with criminal precision, she had hips that swayed like a metronome, and a high slit revealing a long, toned leg, and her neckline dared the eye to look lower.
“A friend,” she said with a faint smile. “But I need something from you.”
Ethan stiffened. “If this is about my company…”
“Oh, it is,” she interrupted, stepping closer. “And that code… I’m going to have it.”
He backed up slightly laughter reaching his eyes as if it would be so easy to have him compromise himself like that. “You’re not getting anything from me.”
She sighed, almost disappointed. “That’s what they always say.”
Then she stepped into him, close enough that her perfume, exotic and floral with hints of vanilla paired with something darker curled into his senses. Her fingers brushed his tie, straightening it, before gliding down to rest on his chest. Her body pressed against his reminding him that she was tall, lithe, and potentially very dangerous.
He felt his heartbeat quicken.
“Your resistance is irable,” she whispered, leaning in. Her lips grazed his cheek, then his jaw, and finally, his neck. “But unnecessary, there truly is no resisting me but I promise that I will make it fun for you anyway, there’s no need to be cruel now is there?”
Her mouth closed gently around the skin just below his ear, and she sucked softly and then she began the nibbling, intoxicating in its gentleness and utterly effective.
A soft gasp escaped him.
She smiled into his neck, her hands sliding up around the back of his neck as she guided him slowly to sit on the edge of the bed allowing her body to control his as the haze she’d placed in his mind firmly took hold of him. Her legs then straddled him without hesitation, dress riding up just enough to tease. His hands moved instinctively to her hips, even as his mind shouted warnings, but there was no resisting her and the amazing feel of her silken legs as they held him…completely forgetting about the potential danger he was in.
Then her voice shifted.
It dropped an octave, rich and warm, dripping with a tone that seemed to curl around his mind like smoke.
“Now, Ethan… look into my eyes.”
He hesitated, there were alarm bells ringing in his mind now signaling him of the danger. Ethan ed the old TV shows from his youth, Buck Roger’s when Wilma or Buck were being undone by a sexy villain or villainess through hypnosis. Ethan struggled to move his gaze away from those beautiful green orbs.
But her wonderfully soft slender fingers tilted his chin moving his gaze right back where she wanted it.
And those emerald eyes, they were unnaturally vivid, impossibly dee and met his brown ones in an inescapable gaze that held him just like a deer in headlights. The alarms rang louder now and he felt her lean into him, noticing just how perfect her breasts felt in addition to the rest of her amazing body.
“Good… that’s it. Just like that. Keep looking.”
Her voice was becoming everything and the alarms were slowly be drown out by it, everything was beginning to slow down for Ethan and his focus was increasingly falling on her.
“Let go of the tension… the need to resist. You’ve been holding onto control all day. Let it slip. Doesn’t that feel better Ethan?”
His muscles slackened slightly and he tried to blink or shake his head to clear his mind, her voice was making everything feel so syrupy and soft and with great effort he tried to look away realizing those pretty eyes were soon going to be his undoing.
But her pupils had dilated, glowing faintly in the low light, her eyes now seemed to shimmer and pulse in rhythm with her voice and once again the old TV shows came to mind, somehow he could see a soft spiral forming in her eyes and it like her eyes were captivating.
“There’s no need to think, Ethan. No need to fight. Just listen to me. Let my voice be your thoughts.”
He swallowed hard. “I… I won’t…”
Her hips shifted subtly on his lap, grinding just enough to steal his breath.
“You want to give me what I ask for,” she murmured, her lips brushing his again. “You’re tired of protecting secrets that don’t matter to you.”
“They… do…they matter very much…I…I need to protect them. They are important…”
“No,” she cooed, “they don’t and you don’t. You care about me now, Ethan. You trust me. Every word I say feels true, doesn’t it?”
His breathing slowed and his eyelids fluttered. Her voice became a wave, crashing gently, rhythmically against the rocks that represented his will, until resistance was a distant sound beneath it, the alarms were growing fainter in the distance inside of his mind now.
“Say the code.”
He hesitated.
“Say it… for me.”
He tried so very hard to focus his mind, to ignore how wonderful she was making him feel and attempted to center on the need to resist to hold out and somehow escape what was happening to him.
She kissed him again, this time slow and claiming. Her tongue was silky and smooth and she tasted like strawberries. Ethan really liked strawberries. The kiss went on for what seemed like minutes as she used the tips of her fingers to caress the back of his head her thumb and fingers finding those soft hollows just behind his ears and pressing in with perfect pressure. When she pulled back she asked again for the code and, his lips began to move.
“When she was young Mary had a wonderful little lamb, the fleece was soft and white as snow, when the lamb was lonely Mary would go to its pen and stubble with her lamb.”
She smiled and the next kiss was devastating, deep and sensual as one hand worked the back of his head and the other his crotch.
“Not let’s try that again. Ethan what its the code?”
This time when he spoke there was no mention of a lamb.
“Nine… four… two… delta… sigma… seven.”
She smiled, pulling a small device from her clutch and typing it in.
“Good boy, thank you.”
His eyes were glazed. Pupils wide and his face was full of surrender…he had been defeated.
As she slid off his lap, smoothing her dress and slipping the device back into her bag, Ethan remained sitting there, lost, blinking slowly.
She kissed him again deeply almost lovingly as she brought his eyes to hers.
“You won’t giving it to me,” she whispered. “Just that you wanted to, you don’t need to fight me anymore just let me help you now.”
Then she turned and walked over to the light switch her hips swaying, heels clicking on the hotel floor as his eyes tracked her—Ethan made no attempt to move.
Ethan was now slumped back onto the bed, mind fogged, arousal burning beneath the surface, and the strange, sweet taste of her lip gloss still clinging on his tongue.
Ethan was still seated at the edge of the bed his posture one of surrender and his gaze vacant, mouth slightly parted. The code had slipped from his lips like a secret he’d wanted to share and now he sat there, blinking slowly, caught in the soft haze of her spell.
But she wasn’t quite finished with him and a slow, wicked smile played on her lips.
She sensually swayed back.
Her heels clicked once more across the floor as she crossed the room with feline grace, dropping her clutch on the nightstand. Her fingers undid the zipper of her dress in one fluid motion, letting it fall in a cascade of silk around her ankles. Beneath it black lace, sheer and intentional covered her legs and a sculpted body with the kind of slow, calculated elegance that made men dream in ruin.
Ethan’s eyes followed her, but sluggishly, like someone watching from underwater.
She knelt before him.
Her hands glided up his thighs, unbuckling, unzipping, lowering. His breath caught then exhaled slowly as she released him, wrapping her fingers around the growing heat that pulsed in her hand.
His mouth twitched. “What… are you doing…?”
Her voice returned, soft and low, laced with that entrancing cadence.
“Just a reward,” she whispered. “For being such a good boy for me.”
He shuddered as her lips descended, warm and wet, wrapping around him with unbearable slowness. Her mouth moved in a rhythm not just physical, but hypnotic. Every motion synced with her voice, her words sliding into his mind like silk as any thought of resistance faded away and he accepted his defeat.
“As you relax deeper… and deeper… you’ll feel a pressure building. And when you come for me, Ethan… everything else will melt away, what you told me, how it felt to be with me, my beautiful face.”
Her green eyes flicked up to meet his, still glowing softly with that hypnotic gleam.
“You won’t me. Not my name… not my voice… not even my touch.”
He tried to speak, but the pleasure choked the words before they could form.
“And when that last wave crashes,” she purred between licks, “your eyelids will become so heavy, impossibly heavy. You’ll try to keep them open… but they’ll fall, just like curtains being drawn closed.”
He whimpered.
“And when they do… you’ll drift into the warmest, most peaceful sleep you’ve ever known. No questions. No guilt. No memory.”
His hands gripped the sheets, knuckles pale and his breathing quickened, his hips trembling beneath her. She deepened the rhythm, matching every stroke of her tongue with her sultry, sinking hypnotic words…
“So close now… so ready…”
“Just let it happen.”
“Let go…”
His entire body tensed and then released with a long, shuddering breath. His jaw dropped slightly as the climax overtook him in a wave of heat and helplessness.
And just as she said..
His eyes began to flutter.
So… very… heavy.
The corners of his vision blurred…
“Feeling so good in surrender all memories fading away…”
Her voice remained, distant and low, like the last echo of a dream.
“Sleep now, Ethan…”
His body sagged back onto the bed.
She gently lowered him back onto the bed and her fingers gently closed his eyelids as they began to droop, and she leaned forward, planting one last kiss on his lips.
“You’ll wake up refreshed. Alone. And empty.”
Within seconds, his breathing deepened. His lips parted. A soft, content sigh left him as he slipped into complete, undisturbed sleep.
She stood, adjusting her lingerie, then retrieving her dress and clutch. Calmly, she zipped herself back into that flawless black sheath, running a hand through her red waves.
Not a trace left behind.
Except the faintest scent of her sweet perfume.
She slipped out the door without another word.
Mission complete, another man’s secrets were now safe with her.