He sat back and smiled. In the hotel restaurant, by the time their main course had arrived, he could see his Marta start to reemerge and now as she swallowed down the last mouthful of her steak, he was relieved to see the colour returned to her cheeks, her shoulders relaxed and the tension dissolved from her body. They had talked about her week - the mounting anxiety that she was holding the Foundation together by a thread. But he instinctively knew to probe deeper than that. "I can only imagine how you feel babygirl. You are taking so much on." He made sure he had her eyes now, and changed his tone. His baritone timbre reaching across the table and shutting out the restaurant and the rest of the word. "Marta. Today though? Was there an immediate crisis today that needed you to stay so late today? To not eat? That mean you needed to lie to me?" He emphasised the words, to make sure she could not hide behind a saving the world defence.
She shook her head, dropped his gaze and looked only at the table for a full minute. He stood up from the table and walked around to her side. His hand went to the back of her neck. And the frisson they both felt was undeniable. He paused slightly, a moment before he could speak again. What was this girl doing to him? "Marta. Use your words." He said, now crouching to be in the unusual position of under her gaze. She began shaking her head but a stern look from him stopped her in his tracks. "N-n-no" she stammered. He raised an eyebrow. "No Sir" she said quickly, now unable to not smile. He stood up again and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, equally unable to repress the huge smile she'd provoked.
Back on his own side of the table, desert ordered, he returned to topic. "Now Marta, whilst I've been away, I know we have been talking a lot about how we'd spend our first night together. In that respect nothing has changed. You still have to be sure, you still need to ask me for my permission in the way we talked about. But because you've earned a punishment - that will have to be given first. No arguments. If you want to be my sub, like you say you do, you must learn that I don't make rules up to be mean. I only want what's best for you. Whilst you're under my protection, I will do my best to make sure no harm comes to you - and that includes from yourself. Now... Marta is that understood? You remember everything we talked about? Yes? If you want to take the next step tonight, here with me, you know what to do. If you're not sure though, you need to tell me now."
From across the table, Marta flushed red again. She still couldn't believe he was here. How she could feel so safe and special in his orbit. And she couldn't believe how good it felt to call him Sir. But now, he had reminded her that she had to take the next step by herself. A wave of resolve washed over her. She nodded and got up to leave the table.
In the ladies loo's, Marta took a deep breath. She'd never been more sure of anything, but it was still quite a step that He wanted her to take. Just thinking of his voice though, decided everything for her. She bent forward and rolled her knickers down from underneath her dress. Laughing slightly with hysteria: because she wasn't up to date with the laundry, this morning the only clean knickers left in the drawer had been the sexiest ones. The gusset was damp - between her day dream on the train and the dinner with her Dom, she had been aroused for two hours. Still, she balled them up as tight as she could in her fist. No pockets in her dress and no dainty hand bag - she just had to keep them discreetly in her hand as she crossed the restaurant.
Arriving at the table, she found his expression inscrutable. Her heart was thumping and she was sure the few diners left in the restaurant must know exactly what she was doing. He stood, like a gentleman and gently brushed his hand down over her back to her behind as she sat. His touch felt electric to her, and she felt the dampness begin to gather on her now uncovered sex making her stomach flip and her cheeks blush once again.
He watched this with approval. "Have you go something for me?" He asked.
