14 - Taming Grace, Part Three
MF / BDSM / Dom/sub / Humiliation / Exhibitionism
I sat there at the table, my foot bouncing up and down against the ground, glancing around as I waited for him to arrive. There was no way he was actually going to come here and meet with me, was there?
I still couldn’t believe that I had come here in the first place. When Sam had suggested coming along to this place this evening, I had assumed that he was joking.
“You have to be kidding me, right?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. He planted his hands on the table in front of me, staring down into my eyes like he already knew that he had me just where he wanted me.
“No, I’m not,” he replied, coolly. I shifted in my seat.
There was something deeply odd about sitting here, in front of this man, this man whose cock I’d taken into my mouth just a few days before.
I could still remember so vividly how it had felt for him to take control of me, the release that I had found in the way he had used me, in the way he had treated me.
As soon as it had been over, I had made the promise to myself that I was never going to do it again.
I couldn’t, could I? He worked for me. Hooking up with him in a full-time sense would end in disaster for both of us.
If anyone found out about what had happened between us, even this far in, it would be catastrophic for me and the rest of the company.
People would assume I had just given him the job because I wanted a piece of him, or because I was trading some nepotism for relationship security.
Not that I wanted a relationship with him.
Not at all. Not with anyone. I couldn’t imagine giving the time over to anyone other than myself.
I had a hard enough time seeing my friends and family a few times a year on top of running the business, and this would have been something I couldn’t fit into my schedule.
Even this dinner was more than I could really fit in, but I didn’t have it in me to turn him down.
“Fine,” I had agreed, leaning back from my desk. “One dinner. That’s all I’m willing to give you.”
“Right,” he agreed, cocking his eyebrow, as though he was reminding me just how much I had been willing to give him just a few days before.
“I’ll send you the time and location,” he replied, seemingly satisfied with the interaction.
There was something infuriating about him in the best way possible.
Yes, I knew I should have turned him down, told him I was too busy and that it was better for us to leave what had happened behind us.
But I couldn’t. I had to know what else he had in store for me, what else he could give me.
I found myself counting down the hours to the dinner we would be sharing together, watching the clock as soon as he told me where and when we were meeting.
His words had little affection in them, but they didn’t need to.
I didn’t want that from him – I wanted him to be harsh with me.
Everyone else spent their entire lives tiptoeing around me, making sure that they didn’t piss me off.
But he didn’t seem to feel the need to treat me that way. It was oddly refreshing.
I felt like a giddy teenager when I stood in front of the mirror and got myself ready; it was the first time I had gone out on something even close to a date in years.
Sure, I didn’t know what to expect. But that was half the fun, wasn’t it?
The thrill of the unknown. The thrill of discovering a side to myself that I didn’t even know existed.
I arrived there ten minutes early, a habit I had picked up from dozens of meetings I’d had when I was first starting up the business.
These days, I was usually the one keeping people waiting.
But they led me to the table at the back of the fancy restaurant, a discreet spot that could have passed for a business meeting locale if anyone had been looking too hard.
Not that they would be. I had my hair tied up, dark lipstick over my mouth, and I doubted anyone from work would have picked up on the fact that this was me.
He arrived bang on time, almost to the second; he was dressed in a pale blue shirt that brought out the darkness of his hair. I had the sudden urge to run my fingers through it, even though I knew that was crazy.
“Good to see you,” he greeted me, and I got to my feet awkwardly; I didn’t know what I was meant to do. Shake his hand? He leaned towards me and planted a kiss on my cheek, catching me off-guard. He smelled good, like he had back in the club.
“Good to see you too,” I managed to get out. We took our seats, and he ordered a bottle of the house red.
“Not going out of the box, huh?” I teased him.
“The house red is the best stuff here,” he replied.
“You come here a lot?” I asked. “Doesn’t seem like the kind of place you could conduct a business meeting.”
“You jealous?” he shot back. There was a frisson in the air, and I could still remember the way that he pushed me to my knees to take his cock. Looking into his eyes now, I could tell that he was thinking the very same thing.
“About the thought of you bringing other women here?” I snorted. “Hardly.”
“Then why would you ask about it?” he pointed out. I cocked an eyebrow.
“Just good to know what I’m getting myself into,” I replied. He grinned. It wasn’t often that he smiled, but it felt like I had earned it. I shivered, feeling the tingle run all the way from my neck to the small of my back.
“Why do you think I brought you here?” he remarked, as the waiter topped off our wine for us. I took a sip, letting the sweet-sour flavor spread over my tongue.
“I suppose we have to talk about where this is going,” I admitted. He nodded.
“Or if it’s going anywhere at all,” I continued. He smiled again.
“I don’t think you would have agreed to meet me here if you thought that nothing was going to happen between us again,” he remarked. He had a point, I had to admit that.
“I guess you’re right,” I confessed. The waiter brought us out menus, but I didn’t have an appetite. The only thing that I was hungering for was him.
“So, what exactly did you want me here for?” I asked, taking another sip of my wine.
“You seem like a woman who takes this seriously,” he explained, leaning forward. “And I think I owe you the same courtesy, right?”
“I guess so...”
“I want you to know that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he admitted.
He didn’t lay a hand on me, but he didn’t have to.
The heat was coming off him in waves. I could feel something building between my thighs, and I had to fight the sudden urge to slide my fingers between my legs and touch myself to relieve some of the tension.
I knew that I wouldn’t be able to think straight while I was so horny, but it wasn’t like I could do anything about it while I was right here in the middle of a crowded restaurant...
“And I think that we have something here,” he continued, lowering his voice, like these words were for my ears only. “Something that I haven’t had with anyone else before.”
“You’ve never...?” I asked, surprised. He had seemed so controlled and confident when we had been together...
“Oh, I’ve had women act as my submissives before,” he replied. “People who wanted me to take control of them. And I did, because I wanted them like that.”
He was so blunt, like he didn’t care who the hell heard him. In fact, the whole restaurant seemed to slide away behind me – nobody else was there, not anyone, but him, but the way he was looking at me.
“But I’ve never been with someone like you before,” he continued. “When I first met you, I thought you were just another one of those girls – just another one of those women who wanted to let go for a little while. And trust me, there’s nothing wrong with that...”
“But then you realized you were working with me,” I finished up for him. He grinned and nodded.
“Yes, I did,” he replied. “And I have to admit, I find that pretty intriguing. The thought of you, being in charge of me during the day and...”
“You being in charge of me the rest of the time,” I replied. He nodded.
“And after what happened in my office...” he continued, and his hand slid on to my thigh beneath the table.
I sucked in a sharp breath. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
I had promised myself I wasn’t going to let this go any further, but I wasn’t ready to get rid of his fingers on my thighs yet.
I found my legs parting, almost of their own accord.
When his hands were on me, nothing else in the world mattered. Nothing could.
“I knew that I had to have you again,” he murmured.
My lips parted, and I had to fight the urge to move towards him over the table.
I wanted to toss everything to the ground and climb on to this table right here and now.
I hadn’t felt his cock fill me since that first time we had met in the club, before I had known any of this would go as far as it did.
“If you’ll have me,” he finished up. How could he expect me to say no? I wasn’t sure I could have. I didn’t want to, that was for sure.
“And how exactly would that work?” I murmured back, finally finding my voice again. “I mean, I’m your boss. What if someone found out about that? We could both get in a lot of trouble...”
“I agree that it could be tough with us working together,” he admitted. “But there’s something here, you can’t deny that. Can you?”
“No, I can’t,” I admitted. “And you’ve...done this before? The whole taking-control thing?”
“It’s what I do,” he replied with a cocky smile. “You don’t get where I did in business without being able to be in charge whenever I can.”
“So what does that make me?” I asked, cocking my head at him. “You don’t think I can be in charge?”
“Look, there’s two kinds of people who exist in this world that we work in,” he explained, leaning forward, sounding confident. As though he had given this a lot of thought over the years.