-Sunday afternoon-
I paced back and forth through my apartment, every nerve on edge. We were meeting today, and my mind went back to us at the coffee shop. Though I didn't think I'd given away much, he read me like a freaking cue card. I unwittingly guided him right to the heart of my desire. Now, I juggled a screaming anticipation and a heavy dread.
Having dressed in my favorite lacy underwear, I slipped into a comfy, but stylish little black dress. I wore my favorite heels, and made sure my polish was neat. Make-up done, I grabbed my keys and purse. After lingering to check my appearance one last time, I straightened my spine and marched out the door. I'd never cowered in my life, and wasn't starting now. I drove to the address Doc, well Matt, had texted me the day before. Before long I arrived at the gated duplex community. He'd given me the code as well, and I punched it in with a steady finger. Slowly driving around the loop, I looked for his number.
It was nearing 5 p.m. and already getting dark, but I spied the shape of a motorcycle under a cover just in front of 5A next to it was a shiny pickup. One of those four-wheel drive, big cab luxury trucks. I giggled, parked beside it, then took a deep breath to try and dispel any remaining nervousness. Carefully climbing out of my car and approaching his doorway, I was unable to help the shiver that ran through me as I knocked, the anticipation was killing me. He answered in short order though, and opened the door with a wide smile.
"No trouble finding me then?" Matt asked.
"You gave good directions," I replied.
Feeling myself linger a little too long on that mouth, I almost missed the gesture beckoning me to enter.
He invited me to take my shoes off by the door and soon I was padding behind him in matching bare feet towards the kitchen. The closer we got, the more I became aware of the most delicious scent floating from it. Was that red sauce?
We entered the warm kitchen and Matt pulled out a bar stool for me. He also offered me a glass of merlot and pleasant conversation as he finished cooking.
"I hope you like chicken parmesan," Matt said casually, as he stirred something on the stove. I sipped the wine. Just sweet enough, barely dry, and fruity. Perfect.
"Oh yeah, for sure. The question is if I'll save you any," I joked.
He laughed before adding, "There's plenty."
He was finishing up the angel hair and I could see a salad on the counter.
Soon, he refreshed my glass and served us. It tasted even better than it smelled.
"I wouldn't actually eat that much," I giggled.
"You don't have to hide your appetite from me," he quipped, glancing at me knowingly.
I choked on my wine a little. How could he know what I wanted? I knew he felt some things, but what?! The gentle clatter of plates being set before me on the rustic wooden tabletop interrupted my inner thoughts. The spring salad with oil and balsamic was barely filling with a sour bite. Matt was thoughtful in providing iced water to cleanse the palate. The first bite of the tender chicken doused in red sauce was delectable. The pasta was cooked perfectly; every herb and oil blended wonderfully. In between bites, I praised his efforts. He put it down to a family recipe perfected before him.
When we finished our meal, he cleared the dishes, but also managed to clear my mind. Coming from behind, he reached around to take my empty plate. He grazed my ear and breathed down my neck to murmur,
"I'm glad you liked it. I just hope you're not too satisfied yet."
Oh, I liked it. My breath sped up in expectation of what was sure to happen. I did follow his orders after all. I had not played with myself since he told me not to without his permission. Now he sat down across from me again. I was confused, and I was sure it showed on my face.
"We need to talk first," he said. We'd talked a little about D/s but not many specifics. I guessed it made sense.
"Alright," I answered.
"Have you ever been with a Dominant before?" he asked. I couldn't help the blush that accompanied my answer.
"No." I started to hide my face, but something in his eyes, made me hold his gaze.
"What is it about the D's relationship that you like?" he replied in question.
"For me, it's the power exchange. I like the idea of giving up control to a partner and to be used or owned." I did lower my eyes this time. I wanted that so bad. I didn't want to see if he didn't share my feeling.
"What if I took all control? Teased you and made you beg. Made you please me, but left you wanting?" he countered.
I paused, knowing my answer, but hoping he was joking.
"I'd accept what you give me, Sir. I just need..." my voice trailed off.
He smiled at me, "That's a good girl."
I didn't want too much? Really?
"What are your safe words?" he asked. "I'm sure you have thought about what you want to use."
"Red for stop. Yellow for slow down." I nodded.
"Good," he replied. "You can use them whenever you wish. And I'll honor them."
Nodding, I felt some relief.
