He starts the evening by laying out her clothes: a sexy short black silk dress, black strappy-high-heel sandals, and new black g-string. The heels and short skirt will really show off her legs. As he puts on his suit, she does her hair and make-up the way he told her, and she gets dressed. She comes out.
"You, look amazing!" Inside he smiles. She is his to control this evening, and he has given her no idea what he has planned.
They walk to his car and he opens the door for her. He is always a gentlemen and always in control. They drive off and head toward the City. As they cross the bridge the sun is setting over the City, and the sky has turned orange to pink to blue. The Cure is playing on the stereo, and they talk a bit.
He reaches over, touches her face, and slowly moves his hand to her thigh. "That skirt is very short! I hope you don't expose yourself." He smiles.
They pull into the Marriot and drop off the car. As they enter the lobby, he notices men looking at her, and he thinks to himself what a wonderful trophy he has. They take the elevator to the bar at the top of the hotel. They get a table near a window with a beautiful view of the Bay Bridge and the Oakland Hills. For her he orders a Cosmopolitan and for himself a Grey Goose on the rocks. They sip their drinks and take in the view. It is a warm and clear evening in the City.
He leans over and kisses her neck, her cheek, and whispers to her, "Go to the powder room, remove your g-string, and bring it back to me." At first, she hesitates. "Princess, I am serious!" She gets up and walks to the powder room. He turns to watch as she passes; men and some women turn to look at her. While she is away, he calls ahead to the restaurant, verifies his reservations for a booth, and orders their drinks and dinner.
She returns and shyly hands him her g-string tightly balled-up and he places it in the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulls her chair closer to his as she sits down. As they sip their drinks, he slowly moves his hand up the inside of her thigh.
"Princess, what where you thinking while removing your g-string?"
"Ah..I was wondering what you have planned for this evening."
As she replies, he places his hand on her knee and he feels her soft skin. He slides his hand up her thigh and slowly moves under her dress.
"Did it excite you to do my bidding?" he asks.
"You are about an inch from finding out!" she states.
Suddenly, out of nowhere a voice, "Can I get you another drink?" The cocktail waitress is right next to them.
He feels her thighs slam together. He simply looks up and calmly says, "Just the check." As they stand to leave, her dress hikes up. She quickly adjusts it, but not before a man at the bar gets a glimpse.
He takes her hand and walks her pass the man at the bar. "Nice isn't it? And she is mine!"
They end up at Boulevards where they are seated at a booth. The waitress brings their drinks.
"I hope you don't mind. I called ahead and ordered our drinks and dinner." He explains.
For starters, they split an ahi tuna tartare and Fuji apples & butter lettuce salad. For the main course, he ordered her the wood roasted chicken breast and for him grilled California sea bass. They share a nice bottle of wine and enjoy the meal and the conversation. For dessert: a nice chocolate crème bulee and a couple of glasses of port.
While sharing dessert, he leans over and whispers "Princess, I want you to touch your pussy." With that she has reveals a coy smile and takes a bite of the dessert as her hand vanishes below the table. "How is it?" he asks.
"It is very moist and tasty," she replies.
"Princess, I would imagine it would be very smooth across one's tongue?"
She clears her throat. "God, yes!"
They smile in their secret. The check comes. She, however, doesn't, at least not yet.
It is getting late. However, it is still warm in the City. As they start walking up Mission Street, he takes her hand and pulls her close.
"Sir, you always make me feel secure and loved."
They walk in to the lobby of the Marriot and take the elevator to the 39th floor. They arrive at a room; he takes out a key card and unlocks the door. He holds it open for her. He is always a gentlemen and always in control.
She walks in; he notices her glancing at the black duffel bag he left in the room earlier in the day.
"Princess, what are you thinking?"
"I am wondering what is in the bag, Sir"
He walks to the window to admire the view. "Please, pour me a drink. There is some vodka and ice in the refrigerator." She brings the drink to him and he takes a sip.
