She sat in the car next to me, quietly staring out the window and for a moment, I became nervous that perhaps I had come on too strong for her. I worried that I had scared her with the intense look in my eyes and pinning her against the wall. It was hardly my intent to scare her. I only wanted to please her.
She had told me that the best way to describe her sexual fantasy was "bondage of the mind." She said that I was the closest anyone had come to fulfilling her fantasy, but I didn't want to just "come close"...I wanted to be her fantasy in every sense of the word. I knew that if I could come that close merely online, I could definitely achieve my goal in reality when I actually had the ability to touch her and let her touch me.
We had talked about it plenty of times online and on the phone. We had a game, or at least we called it a game. We would take turns "owning" each other online in our cyber encounters. I wasn't so sure, however, that she really understood how much I really wanted her to own me in reality. Not as a 24-hour thing, but in the sexual moments where appropriate, much like online, just for real. But tonight would be different, or at least I had hoped it would be. I wanted to own her. I found myself thinking about it and wanting to own her more and more. I thought she would love to play along.
Perhaps I was too forward. Maybe I should have asked first if it was ok; if she really wanted to go through with it. Dammit, Zack. You should have asked first.
She must have sensed my growing tension and she moved her hand across the car to rest it on my knee, drumming her fingers lightly. "Do you promise, Zack?" She asked softly, almost inaudible.
"Promise what, my Love?" I asked, placing my hand on top of hers.