Brooke was incredibly unimpressed. Sitting in this kitchy Mexican restaurant across from the most mundane man she had ever met she swore to herself to never use a dating app again. As she picked at her soggy enchilada Jonathan continued to drone on.
He was by no means an unattractive man. His slightly too small T-shirt brought attention to his strong arms and cut physique. His hair was clean cut and beard freshly shaven. Clearly a man who cared about his appearance, but in this moment Brooke couldn't care less about his biceps. She just wanted this date to be over.
"Magic can be more than just simple card tricks of course. The real fun lies in the subterfuge, in making the audience doubt their own logic. That's the biggest thrill for a magician." Jonathan rambled on in between bites of his cheese quesadilla. 'God even his food choices are bland' thought Brooke as she entertained herself by separating her beans and rice.
Brooke was pretty to say the least. Her chestnut hair cascaded around her face in loose waves, framing her delicate features which were punctuated by full lips and deep brown eyes framed by fluttery lashes. She had calculated a simple 'date casual' ensemble of black leggings and a flowy blue shirt that allowed just enough cleavage to show off her well developed chest, but now as she sat with her date who continued his lecture on the art of magic she found her cleavage to be a wasted effort.
"I'm boring you aren't I?" Asked Jonathan.
"I'm sorry?" Brooke looked up from the plate and was a bit taken aback by Jonathan's eyes locked onto her.
"It's ok. I can tell this is not going very well. You're clearly bored out of your mind." Jonathan held his gaze, his eyes were not unkind but still incredibly firm and unyielding, almost like he was searching for something. Brooke felt her hair stand up on end, and couldn't help but feel just a bit like a rabbit cornered by a fox.
"No, no. It's not that. I'm just a bit tired, that's all." Brooke was incredibly unsettled that he still had not blinked, but try as she might she could not look away. His eyes were so blue and deep. How had she not noticed before?
"Don't lie to me." His eyes were a challenge, but his tone was soft.
Without thinking Brooke found herself saying "I'm sorry."
His whole demeanor had completely shifted. Before he was rambly and self-obsessed, but now he was laser focused and all his attention was on Brooke.
"That's a good girl."
Brooke realized she had been holding her breath, but now her chest was heaving. What the hell was going on?
Jonathan continued "I can tell that you're the kind of girl that needs a bit more attention. How about we take this back to my place? I promise the rest of the evening will be much more exciting."
'You can leave right now Brooke' she thought to herself. 'Just get up and walk out' but to her shock she found herself taking Jonathan's hand as he led her to his car. He opened the passenger door for her and she sat down, he reached over to buckle her in with his arm grazing across her breasts, but all she could do was sit with her hands in her lap. Jonathan got in on the drivers side and started the car.
'No, no, no' thought Brooke 'this is your last chance, just go. Get out of the car! Go!' Jonathan's hand reached over and rested on Brooke's knee as the car pulled away and her thoughts were quieted. All she could focus on was his hand and how it was so warm and so big and so..controlling? Was that really the right word? No, not controlling, comforting. Jonathan drew lazy circles on Brooke's knee and she felt herself sinking into a deep and cozy haze. This was the most relaxed she had been in a long time and slowly any thoughts of fighting this amazing feeling were washed away.
The car pulled into the driveway of a surprisingly nice two story condo. Jonathan pulled his hand away to turn off the car and Brooke turned to look at him, her fog subsiding ever so slightly. Jonathan held her gaze and brought his hand up to her cheek. Brooke snapped into a moment of clarity as Jonathan spoke.
"I know this is all new for you and maybe a little bit scary, but I just wanted to show you how good things can feel if you give up your control, but I'm giving you a chance right here and right now Brooke. If you don't want to do this I'll call you a car and you can go home." He brought his hand down and waited for her reply.
Brooke's heart was racing. She knew the smart thing to do was leave and never look back, but she could not deny that there was something about this that felt so incredibly thrilling.
"I want this." Brooke half-whispered.
"Are you absolutely sure?" Jonathan held her in his gaze.
Brooke nodded and leaned in slowly, her lips parting as she kissed Jonathan. He responded tenderly, holding back his desires and after a moment he pulled away.
"Good girl." He smiled and Brooke felt herself slip back into that delicious haze.
They left the car and he brought her inside his condo, the furniture was simple and modern and the air was cool. He led Brooke into the living room and pulled her onto the couch with him, their lips locking as they kissed passionately. He kissed his way down her neck and her fingers locked into his hair holding him tightly against her. She was lost in her lust and couldn't contain her moans of ecstasy. Gone was everything and everyone, all she knew in this moment was Jonathan and her own desire. He wrapped his fingers into her hair and pulled as he brought his eyes back to hers, they were both gasping but his demeanor was cool and controlled.
"Tonight you are mine. Everything I say, you do. If you are good, I promise this will be a great night for us both. Understood?"
"Yes" Brooke gasped as Jonathan pulled her hair tighter and brought his face closer as he challenged her.
"Call me sir."
"Yes sir."
Jonathan removed his hand from her hair. "Take off your shirt."
Brooke lifted off her blouse to reveal a simple nude satin bralette. Her nipples jutted out from the thin fabric and Jonathan held each of her globes in his hands, rubbing the outline of her nipples with his thumbs, enjoying the feel of the soft, cool fabric. He gave an experimental pinch to one and Brooke gasped.
"Take it off." He said.
Brooke quickly stretched the bralette up over her shoulders and Jonathan pushed her back onto the couch as his mouth went for her breast. With Brooke's arms still stuck overhead she let out a squeal which quickly turned to soft mewls as she felt Jonathan's tongue swirling around her right breast and his fingers rolling the nipple of her left. She delighted in the feel of his body on top of hers and could feel his erection pressing against his jeans as his leg rested between her thighs.
She sought out his belt and began to unfasten it, when a firm hand grabbed her wrist. She froze and held her breath. She slowly looked to Jonathan's face. He was deadly serious.
"Did I say you could touch me?"
"N-no sir."
"That's right. I'm in control here. You do nothing without my say."
"I'm sorry, sir."
Jonathan looked at Brooke's face. Considering her.
"Perhaps you're not as compliant as I thought."
