"Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about that." I say, trying to insulate his access to me. "If you were mine we wouldn't even be having this conversation.
You'd be here.
Aren't you curious what I like? Before you respond, think about if you would explore the possibilities." "What do you like Antonio? I ask, knowing he'd rather hear Daddy. "I love a body worshipping bitch on her knees, a begging ass bitch lost in the privilege to serve me." I took a deep breath imagining myself in that position with this majestic man and how forward he's talking with me. What makes him so nice is that he seems to be really sincere in a devilish way. I test my theory by asking him if he wants to be free to have multiple women and explore his freaky side.
Khadijah, I want you. Are we going to decide to remain just friends? That's entirely up to you. I will accept what ever we are to each other. I am looking for the real thing. I am willing to bet you are a genuine woman with superior intelligence. I trust that. Its important for you to know that any woman I choose who submits to me will earn my commitment." He put it all out there. "As long as it takes." He put it all on the line. I didn't know what to say.
"I'm the one and we have never met in person?" I say. "I'm an excellent judge of character Khadijah. Have a play session with me tomorrow and see how you feel after this weekend." "I would like to have dinner with you but your place, not a restaurant?
Shouldn't we be meeting in public? What should I expect?" I ask. "I need you to have a willingness to explore and if at any time you feel out of it, just tell me or get yourself together to leave. You won't be my prisoner yet. Just kidding." He chuckled. He kept his warm, inviting demeanor. My pussy felt wet, thinking about how his smooth, inviting way makes me want to loose myself in a possibly fun night with this handsome king. "What time?" I interject to the silence. "8pm." He paused. "For dinner and maybe more." He says before ending our video call. "Good night baby." He says. "Good night." I say looking into his eyes wanting to say Daddy, but keep that part silent. We ended our session.
The sweet submissive side of me was peaked with interest from this handsome stranger. Every time I've felt this way in the past, the guy would end up saying something or doing something that made me regret feeling that way towards him. Antonio presented something that seems different, seems real. Is it all just an illusion? Tomorrow will tell I thought drifting to sleep. I texted Antonio my number early in the day. Soon after a text came with his address. "Looking forward to dinner with you." It read.
I decided to Uber to his place. My nerves jumbled all day knowing that this could be risky, also knowing that part of me doesn't care. It seems we live twenty minutes from each other. I time my ride close to the time and arrive with minutes to spare. It's a nice home with a yard when I pull up. The front door is a beautiful carved wooden door.
He answers the door in jeans and a black T shirt. I step inside and admire the aesthetics of his home and the inviting smells of candles and dinner. I'm dressed casual with leggings and a light jacket. My hair is pulled back into a low puff and light makeup. Antonio insisted that I keep it casual. "Khadijah, welcome to my home." Antonio greets me warmly and we embrace to hug where his hand finds it's way to the back of my neck as we release. His touch is warm, gentle and strong. Time stops as we admire each other with mutual, natural attraction. In person, he is every bit the gorgeous man. His picture did not do him justice.
"Please remove your shoes. Let me take your coat." He requests before inviting me inside to the open concept living room to take a seat. "It smells amazing in here." I say to him, entranced with how inviting his home is. This place is spacious and beautifully designed with art and statement furniture. "Would you like a cocktail or a glass of wine?" He asks, making his way to the kitchen. "White wine please." He returns to hand me a glass as he stands before me. We toast where I can feel him studying me before he sits on the opposite side of the couch. I don't know why the silence makes me uncomfortable, because this man is clearly a dominant and I can't take my eyes off him. We make small talk and share some laughs with light music playing in the background. He lounges comfortably on his side of the couch with his wine glass in hand. "Khadijah, I have to say I've been craving to kiss you." His gaze holds me in a stasis of now or never. I take a deep breath. "Antonio, can I confess something to you?" I say to him, not entirely sure of what I will say, but very much aware of how I feel. "Yes baby, speak your mind." He prompts. "I've been wanting to kiss you as well the moment I saw you tonight." I say, lowering my eyes, knowing that I chose now. We both smile in agreeance.
"Come give Daddy a kiss then." He requests and does not move except to set his wine glass down on the end table. I set my glass down on my side and try to figure out how I will position myself to get close. I sit between his legs stabling myself on his sturdy chest as my eyes reveal my surrender is near. The arm resting on the top of the couch cradles me in to his body and I'm overwhelmed with how good he smells and how beautiful and mature he is. We kiss with soft light touches of our lips in the right timing, attuned with our growing need. I am quickly lost in a place where nothing else matters but this man and this kiss at this moment. "He stops, yet the feather light grasp on my neck remains firmly in place. "Dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes. Do you want to be my playmate tonight?" His voice calm, relaxed, absolutely no pressure.
He reaches for his wine glass to finish, licking those luscious lips before releasing his soft hold on me. I don't know what came over me. What is happening right now is not me, the internal protests ignored as I slid to the floor in front of him not breaking eye contact, I whisper.
"Yes, Daddy. I want to be your playmate." I say almost breathlessly. His eyes beamed before a warm smile followed as he positioned me on his lap to kiss me tenderly. His trimmed beard tickling my chin. "Damn girl, I haven't felt this good in a very long time." He admitted." I have a surprise for you in the guest bathroom inside the closet door on the right. If you like it, let's just say its your dinner outfit." He says prompting me to stand as I follow him to the luxurious powder room. I go inside, there's a beautiful royal blue two piece lingerie set on a hanger with matching short blue satin robe, the cutest blue velvet slippers and a gift bag with perfume and a dainty silver necklace. I take my time and change into the silky pieces that fit me perfectly, then the pretty robe. I slide into the slippers and smell the heady fragrance and spray.
Taking one last look in the mirror before I grab the necklace to have Antonio help me, taking a deep breath to push back the nerves as I turn the handle to destiny. When I return to the living room, he's standing there in a full length black silk robe and pajama bottoms. For his age, his chest is chiseled and defined like glazed bronze. "You are stunning." He says, with that dazzling smile, handing me a fresh glass of wine. I take a sip and I stop to ask if he can put this on for me.
He set his drink down and stepped to me so we were face to face, holding the necklace on one finger. "This is going to look beautiful on you tonight, but one day you may be asking for the real thing." He says, then kisses me on my forehead, effortlessly attaching the delicate necklace, just short of being a choker. I knew that he was talking about a real collar that would signify my submission to him. For tonight, it's just a necklace, but somehow having him put it on me was having an affect on me that I wasn't willing to admit that I kind of liked it.
"I can't take my eyes off you. Can I have a dance with you?" 'Til the Cops Come Knockin' was playing. The low lights, the wine, this private evening with this King. I'm in way over my head. I'm not usually the dancing type. I start swaying my hips and he takes me in his arms as we danced and kissed passionately. His arms envelope me and I'm helpless in his embrace. I feel the hardness of his dick feeling like I'm ready for anything. This is what fantasies are made of I thought, hardly believing that its real life as the song ends.
I'm invigorated. "Come Khadijah, let's enjoy dinner." He say standing next to the table. "Stand here until I tell you to sit. Are you ok with that?" He asks. I'm a little disoriented, not knowing where this is heading, but decide to just go with it. When I walked over to the table, there was only one place setting at the head of the table. He makes a few trips to the kitchen, bringing food and the wine bottle to the table and settles into the chair while I'm still standing, confused.
