Alyssa sat quietly in one of Manhattan's more fashionable steakhouses as she watched her Master slice off a thin piece of meat and raise it to his mouth. Alyssa wasn't her real name of course, it was the name her Master had given her, but she liked to think it suited her quite well. Even better than her given name. She was waiting silently with her hands in her lap and trying to keep her face emotionless. She wouldn't move to touch her food until he gave her permission. The steak in front of her looked delicious and she could feel her empty stomach grumbling, but she wouldn't get a bite of it until he gave the command to eat.
To take her mind off it she glanced around the room again. The restaurant he'd brought her too was beautiful, an upscale steakhouse in heart of the city and a hard place to get a table on a Friday night. They'd been seated with no trouble though. Alyssa assumed her Master had reservations but with him it was hard to tell. Perhaps he was just well-known enough here to get whatever he wanted. It certainly wouldn't surprise her.
She raised one hand and ran it through her long wavy black hair in a vain attempt to straighten it out. She was wearing a slinky red cocktail dress that fit like it was poured over her slim one hundred twenty pound, five foot four figure. Her body made plenty of girls get jealous and plenty of men take notice. She wouldn't have minded having a bigger bust, but her B cups certainly didn't get any complaints. Especially in a dress like this.
Across the table her Master was eating with practiced elegance, acting for all the world like he was alone. He could have stepped out of a magazine. Tonight he was dressed in black Armani with a beautiful white shirt. His jacket was draped over the back of his chair and his sleeves rolled up past the elbow now. There was something about a man in a dress shirt with the sleeves pushed up that just drove her wild. He did that well enough on his own though. He had short dark hair, a shade lighter than her own, and tonight he was sporting a five o'clock shadow that made his handsome jaw line look even more rugged.
"Are you enjoying yourself Alyssa?" His voice cut into her thoughts. That was his way; acting like he didn't know she existed then making sure she was paying attention to him. It was never good for her to be caught off guard.
"Yes Master," she said softly. "It's a wonderful place."
"Are you hungry?"
Desperately trying to keep her stomach from giving her away she eyed the juicy looking steak in front of her. "I'll wait until you tell me to eat Master," she said evenly.
"I know you're trying to be good dear," he responded, a dangerous light showing in his eyes, "but that isn't what I asked you."
"I am hungry Master," she said finally, hoping it was the right answer.
"Good," he responded. "Pour us both more wine."
Alyssa picked up the wine bottle carefully in one hand and reached across the table to fill his glass first. She rolled the it to the side as she finished pouring so as not to spill a drop and moved to fill her own glass. She's already had a full glass and was starting to feel it, but if he had to tell her to pour herself more she'd only get in trouble.
She filled her glass until it was even with his then carefully placed the bottle back on the table between them. It was a cabernet, and more than a few years old. She hadn't caught the year when Master had ordered it but tasted fantastic.
He raised his glass and took a sip, pausing a second before he swallowed, then looked back at her and smiled. He put his glass down and bent to his plate, slicing off another piece of meat that made her mouth water. With a sinking heart she realized that she might not get to eat tonight. Would bringing her here just to see food this good be too cruel even for him?
Apparently she'd been good enough to satisfy him though. Instead of eating the piece he'd sliced off Master reached his fork across the table and gently pushed the it into her mouth. She closed her lips around it, trying not to smear her dark red lipstick on his fork. Her eyes were on him as she pulled the piece of meat off his fork. As he took the utensil back she ran her tongue over her lips while she stared into his eyes for a second, before turning her gaze down as she knew she should.
He didn't say anything but she knew he liked it. He loved to watch everything she did with her mouth. The steak took her mind away from him for a second though. It was cooked just over rare so she could taste all the juices as she bit into it. Heaven. She swallowed and looked back to her Master, hoping there was more to follow it.
He looked at her with no expression other than a slight gleam in his eye. He could be so hard to read sometimes.
"How was it?" he asked.
"Delicious, Master."
"Good," he replied. "Have some more wine, they paired it well."
Alyssa dutifully raised her wine glass and took a small sip. She knew he wanted her to get drunk, but she was going to put it off as long as she could.
"You may eat now," he said as she put her glass back down.
It was all Alyssa could do to keep herself from grabbing the steak in both hands. She picked up her knife and fork as quickly as she could, napkin already positioned over her lap, and was about to cut in when she heard Master cough.
She looked up slowly, knowing how a deer caught in the headlights must feel. After all this was she going to be forbidden to eat?
"What do you have to say?" he asked with a stern look.
"Thank you Master," She gushed, shocked at herself for forgetting. Would he hold it against her?
