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was actively planning to make things worse for myself - I frown, again. "Excuse me?"
He sighs. His look darkens. "Do you really want me to make you say it?"
I inhale noisily. What the hell is going on? My heart marches to a different drum now. He scares me.
But just enough for me to still enjoy it.
"Answer me!" he urges.
"Yes, Sir," I blurt out. "I mean, no. No, Sir. You don't have to make me-"
"Good," he cuts me short.
I flinch when he leans over again, placing his hand at the back of my head and pulling me close to bless me with another kiss. A gentle one this time, not as hungry and demanding as the ones before.
"If you say yes to this," he whispers. "I promise you, you will feel things that you never even dared to dream of."
I stare up at him. "Say yes to... what?"
"Yes to me," he replies. "Let me enjoy you, pleasure you - the only way I know how."
"What does that mean?" I breathe.
Even I curse myself for being so slow-witted today. Of course, I have an idea what he might mean.
He is not like other men. Not like anyone I have ever dated before. He has very different things to offer. Challenging things. I am pretty sure that I like it.
But I want him to say it.
Once again, he seems to read my mind.
"I am a Dominant," he whispers. "When I say I want you, I have a lot of things in mind that would be too much for most people. It might be too much for you, too."
I gulp. Yes, this is what I suspected.
"Do you want to find out?" he asks.
"Yes," I sigh.
He raises one eyebrow.
"Yes, Sir," I hastily correct myself. Damn, that was close.
He smiles. "Good girl."
Those words send a warm vibe through my entire body. The soft way they were spoken. The way he looked at me as he said them. It made me feel so special, so desirable.
How silly, really.
"Let's start by getting you out of those clothes," he says. "You look beautiful, but I cannot wait to see that body of yours. Naked."
"Um, here?" I ask.
I still don't know where exactly we are. Is this his place? Is it even private? Or shared? Do I have to fear that there might be someone else stepping through that door any moment now?
He doesn't seem to worry about that. I guess I will have to trust him.
"Yes, here," he simply says. "Exactly where you are standing now. Get undressed. And look me in the eyes as you do it."
He takes a step back to give me some room. His eyes fixate on me.
I hesitate and just look back at him like a deer in the headlights. Is he serious?
It appears he is. He buries his hands in the pockets of his suit pants and looks at me expectantly. With every moment that passes, his gaze grows more intimidating.
A smile flees across his face when I make a move to obey his command. I finish the job he has started by slowly pulling down my pantyhose and panties.
I try my best to maintain my balance as I step out of them, but of course I start staggering and bump against the table next to me, causing one of our glasses to tumble over and spill the remaining content on the table's surface.
Great.
I hurry to clean the mess by grabbing a nearby napkin and soaking it with expensive champagne that I spilled. I am such an idiot. What a nice way to kill the mood, Renee.
I look up at him with an apologetic face.
"Cute," he comments with a smug smile on his face. "I will remember this later."
Something in his voice tells me that I am going to learn what it really means when he wants to punish me for something.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, looking up at him like a child that has done something wrong.
"Don't be," he says. "Go on."
I nod and begin to unbutton my blouse and slowly let it fall off my shoulders, trying to look as elegant as possible in the process. It doesn't make up for my clumsy behavior earlier, and I have never been good at this, but I might as well try.
Next is my skirt that still sits somewhat awkward around my waist, since he pulled it up before.
I am wearing nothing but my bra and cast him a questioning look.
He raises his
He sighs. His look darkens. "Do you really want me to make you say it?"
I inhale noisily. What the hell is going on? My heart marches to a different drum now. He scares me.
But just enough for me to still enjoy it.
"Answer me!" he urges.
"Yes, Sir," I blurt out. "I mean, no. No, Sir. You don't have to make me-"
"Good," he cuts me short.
I flinch when he leans over again, placing his hand at the back of my head and pulling me close to bless me with another kiss. A gentle one this time, not as hungry and demanding as the ones before.
"If you say yes to this," he whispers. "I promise you, you will feel things that you never even dared to dream of."
I stare up at him. "Say yes to... what?"
"Yes to me," he replies. "Let me enjoy you, pleasure you - the only way I know how."
"What does that mean?" I breathe.
Even I curse myself for being so slow-witted today. Of course, I have an idea what he might mean.
He is not like other men. Not like anyone I have ever dated before. He has very different things to offer. Challenging things. I am pretty sure that I like it.
But I want him to say it.
Once again, he seems to read my mind.
"I am a Dominant," he whispers. "When I say I want you, I have a lot of things in mind that would be too much for most people. It might be too much for you, too."
I gulp. Yes, this is what I suspected.
"Do you want to find out?" he asks.
"Yes," I sigh.
He raises one eyebrow.
"Yes, Sir," I hastily correct myself. Damn, that was close.
He smiles. "Good girl."
Those words send a warm vibe through my entire body. The soft way they were spoken. The way he looked at me as he said them. It made me feel so special, so desirable.
How silly, really.
"Let's start by getting you out of those clothes," he says. "You look beautiful, but I cannot wait to see that body of yours. Naked."
"Um, here?" I ask.
I still don't know where exactly we are. Is this his place? Is it even private? Or shared? Do I have to fear that there might be someone else stepping through that door any moment now?
He doesn't seem to worry about that. I guess I will have to trust him.
"Yes, here," he simply says. "Exactly where you are standing now. Get undressed. And look me in the eyes as you do it."
He takes a step back to give me some room. His eyes fixate on me.
I hesitate and just look back at him like a deer in the headlights. Is he serious?
It appears he is. He buries his hands in the pockets of his suit pants and looks at me expectantly. With every moment that passes, his gaze grows more intimidating.
A smile flees across his face when I make a move to obey his command. I finish the job he has started by slowly pulling down my pantyhose and panties.
I try my best to maintain my balance as I step out of them, but of course I start staggering and bump against the table next to me, causing one of our glasses to tumble over and spill the remaining content on the table's surface.
Great.
I hurry to clean the mess by grabbing a nearby napkin and soaking it with expensive champagne that I spilled. I am such an idiot. What a nice way to kill the mood, Renee.
I look up at him with an apologetic face.
"Cute," he comments with a smug smile on his face. "I will remember this later."
Something in his voice tells me that I am going to learn what it really means when he wants to punish me for something.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, looking up at him like a child that has done something wrong.
"Don't be," he says. "Go on."
I nod and begin to unbutton my blouse and slowly let it fall off my shoulders, trying to look as elegant as possible in the process. It doesn't make up for my clumsy behavior earlier, and I have never been good at this, but I might as well try.
Next is my skirt that still sits somewhat awkward around my waist, since he pulled it up before.
I am wearing nothing but my bra and cast him a questioning look.
He raises his
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