Free Head On (The Head On Trilogy) by Sophie Newsome

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    As the elevator doors opened, I heard an audible pop in my ear, and I realized that the connection was broken. My legs felt a little weak, like jelly, as I stepped into the elevator. Still, I couldn't deny the buzz as I thought of Parkin waiting for me. The elevator doors slid shut and the chamber began to descend, and I leaned back on the wall for a moment, trying to catch my breath. I felt like a puppet, being pulled this way and that by a distant master who assumed, without a shadow of doubt, that it was his right and his privilege to control me. I wanted to feel aggrieved. I wanted to be in control. But all I could think about was Parkin, waiting for me somewhere in the city, and that single thought filled me with nervous energy and made me feel alive. I had to find him.

Drake Parkin
     
    "I say," said Derek Hambleton, wandering over to me with a Martini in his hand, "are you okay? You seem dreadfully preoccupied, Mr. Parkin."
    Turning to him, I froze for a fraction of a second. Hambleton was just some doddery old English guy who turned up at the hotel from time to time, waxing lyrical about whatever tropical paradise he'd most recently visited. The guy could be a terrible bore, and I usually manage to avoid him. Today, however, he seemed to have picked up on the fact that my mind was elsewhere.
    "I'm just expecting a visitor," I replied with a fake smile. "Nothing important."
    "Another billion dollar deal, eh?" he said, grinning like a fool. "In my day, Parkin, a big deal was measured in the millions. Today, no-one gives a dash about millions, do they? It's all about billions. Give it a few years, and people'll be happily doing deals for trillions of dollars."
    "I imagine so," I replied, glancing over at the window. This was a new state for me. I never, ever waited keenly for a woman to arrive, and yet watching Kathryn fuck Archer had been one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. I'd wanted to stop her, to make her come to me immediately, but at the same time I'd still been the one giving her calm, meticulous orders over the microphone. It had been as if I couldn't help myself, as if I was driven by some hidden, powerful urge to make her keep fucking him. If the guy had been able to last more than a couple of minutes without reaching orgasm, I don't know whether I would have ever brought things to an end.
    "It's a woman, isn't it?" Hambleton said with a smile. "I'm not so old that I've forgotten what it's like to be enamored of a new filly, Mr. Parkin. You've got that same look in your eye that men have had since the time of the cavemen." He grinned at me, waiting for me to say something. "Well? What's her name?"
    I turned to him. "You don't know what you're talking about," I said after a moment. "Believe me, you have no idea what I'm thinking or feeling." With that, disgusted both by him and by myself, I turned and headed toward the bar. It was too late to turn Kathryn back now that I'd told her to come here, but I'd have to find some way to hide the fact that I actually wanted her. The only solution was to take charge and make her realize just how easy it would be for me to assume total control of her body.

Kathryn
     
    Stepping out of the limousine, I felt a cold wind blow against my body. I was wearing a short, tight black dress that I'd found on the back-seat of the car, and I'd quickly managed to get changed while trying to avoid exposing too much flesh to the driver, whose eyes I could see the whole time reflected in the rear-view mirror. I hadn't had a chance to fix my hair, but the dress seemed to suit me and as I looked up at the facade of the hotel, I realized that somewhere in there, Drake Parkin was waiting for me.
    As soon as I stepped into the building, I felt as if I was entering a whole new world. To describe the place as lavish would be an understatement; it was ornate, almost like the inside of a castle, and everyone around me seemed to be hugely, extravagantly rich. Apart from the