let the dominant one have the control.
Mr. Dark’s eyes promised he knew all of that, far better than I did. Those eyes spoke of experience and confidence that I’d only learned to fake really well.
Inside, I sometimes quaked with doubts, with misgivings about my worthiness for a life as good as my brothers had. I’d never accomplished things like they had; I’d barely even been able to finish my university degree, but not through my own faults. My responsibilities to my brothers and father had been overwhelming, and doing exams and papers in the midst of their chaos had never driven me over the edge.
I’d managed to get through it, though, I’d doubt any of them even realized I’d done it. We didn’t celebrate my graduation, and I didn’t make a huge fuss about it. They’d all been so … busy. Too busy to notice me.
I wasn’t really upset about their lack of forethought when it came to me anymore. I was resigned to it. My birthday had been the final straw, though, even if they were apologetic about it now and had all sent me gifts. That wasn’t what mattered. I didn’t care about gifts; I cared that I mattered to someone. Even if it was only for a short while as we enjoyed the things life had to offer.
“I’d like to know what you expect, Stephanie.” He flicked a hand, and the waitress brought us more drinks. I sipped at mine and studied his face.
“I expect to be treated with respect, Mr. Dark. I expect to be treated with dignity, cared for throughout our agreement, and I mean physically, not monetarily necessarily, and I expect you to retain control and not force your way through the agreed safe-word. If I use it, that’s it—we’re done.”
“There can be no other way.” He tapped at his bottom lip with his index finger for a heartbeat that caught my attention, before he spoke again. “What else?”
“I expect to be pleasured, if I may be so blunt. I don’t want a session of me sucking your dick, and then you walking off to leave me like my satisfaction doesn’t matter.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I couldn’t stop them either. I wanted to be clear on where I stood.
“Madam, I wouldn’t dream of leaving you in such a state.” He sat up and brought his face closer to mine. “I’m aware you may not be as experienced as
some, but I can assure you, I know what I’m doing. And leaving you with anything other than my name on your lips, completely satiated, is the last thing I would ever do.”
He actually said satiated. A man who knew what that word meant! My heart
flipped in my chest. I put my hand over the fluttering organ and tried to talk it into calming down. Then the gist of what he said hit me. Totally satiated with his name on my lips. It conjured up all sorts of images of debauched pleasure that made heat wind from my stomach down between my thighs. I squeezed them together, but that only made it worse.
“Indeed. Then, we can move on to other subjects.” I looked him in the eyes
and waited. “What will you not do?”
“I don’t do blood play. It’s just not for me. No knives, anything like that. If you want that, you’ll have to find it somewhere else.”
“I don’t know what that is.” Obviously, I hadn’t gone as far down the rabbit hole as it was possible to go.
“Ah, I see. Some people like to be whipped until they bleed. Or cut. It’s not something I participate in.”
“No,” I said and shook my head vigorously. “It doesn’t sound like anything
I’d like either.”
“Good, then we’re agreed on that subject. No blood.”
“No vaginal penetration.” I suddenly volunteered and looked down at the perfectly nude manicure on my own hands. “I, uh, I’d like to reserve that.”
“Oh?” he asked and looked at me more intently. “Are you a virgin?”
Damn my cheeks! They burned, and I looked at him, but refused to feel ashamed. “I am. I’m not saving it for marriage or anything; I’m just … waiting.”
“I see. No, that should be done correctly. I agree, Stephanie. Alright, no vaginal penetration then.” His smile was a balm to my bruised ego, even if I could detect a hint of smug again. “I think I’ll quite enjoy giving you lessons.”
“Lessons?” I asked, not sure what he meant.
“You’ve never fucked a man before, right? Or sucked a dick. Or felt a man’s tongue inside of you, I’d have to imagine.”
“I, no. I haven’t.” My cheeks flamed all over again, but I didn’t back down.
He’d been crude on purpose, to shock me and gauge my reaction.
“Then this will be lessons, on how to do all of those, how to take what you’re given, properly.”
I had a feeling this man would test my patience, far beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. Even with my brothers, arrogant bastards that they all were, I’d never had to deal with a man who directed that arrogance at me. I wondered what he’d do, what he’d make me do, and anticipation began to make me nervous.
“What else, Stephanie?” he murmured, and I finished my drink.
“We have to start tonight.” I gulped and looked at him, the glass now empty on the table.
“I stopped having any other plans for the night the minute I saw you on that stage.”
“Really?” I smiled softly, pleased. “I’m glad you liked me.”
“I do, indeed. I need to speak to our mutual friend, Roxie over there, and we’ll have to sign some papers, but otherwise, I’m yours for the rest of the night, Stephanie. And three more if you’d like.”
“Only three?” I asked, a little disappointed. Would that be enough?
“Only three,” he repeated, his face a mask. “I’m not in this for a relationship or for long term commitments; if that’s a problem…”
He allowed the words to trail off, and it hit me that I was about to let this man touch me in ways no other man had. He was a complete stranger, if a charming one, and I knew next to nothing about him. That made the whole thing even more naughty, and I smiled as my bravado came back to life.
I wasn’t exactly on fire for the man, I’d barely just met him, but I felt a draw to him that I couldn’t deny. “Three days would be satisfactory.”
