Chapter 13
The city lights flickered like a thousand tiny stars, mingling with the twinkle lights adorning my deck. Inside, candle flames danced, scattering images throughout the living space that lent a softer light to the space.
All of which was intentional on my part. This would be my first date with Rose, and the first time being together outside of work, and the club, and I was surprisingly a bit nervous. It had been a very long time since I’d dated, that also had been intentional. The ability to play at a club with a woman also looking to scene with no strings attached, had become more prevalent over the recent years, taking away my need for a deeper connection.
The thought had crossed my mind several times today about my intentions and what this dinner would mean. Not just to me, but for Rose also, and more importantly us. I wanted there to be an us, but my reservations had more to do with her incredibleness, and not so much our chemistry.
The woman constantly threw me off balance and being with her was like being on a teeter totter where the weight on the opposite end shifted every time a rhythm started. Her personality was rife with contradictions to the point of causing me emotional whiplash, and I wasn’t sure that was something I could take on, especially without my conditions being met.
I was still surprised with myself for sharing that intimate part of my history with her as I knew absolutely nothing personal about her, at least not that she’d directly shared. I’d looked into her, of course, as I do all employees.
She had a solid father in her life growing up, but that is where anything consistent ended. She’d lived on every continent, in multiple countries. She had a level of experience that retirees would marvel at.
Her personal safety, in fact her entire attitude toward the subject was non-existent. What was it that made her think she could conquer the world without a thought to keeping safe? I was both relieved and impressed that nothing had happened to her yet. Rose wasn’t the problem though, I was, but I wasn’t going to bend on my most basic need. To do so would not be honoring who I was, and therein lay the challenge.
I was putting the finishing touches on the grilled kabobs when the buzzer pulled me out of my thoughts. Opening the door, I found Rose and she’d followed my instructions to dress appropriately.
She wore a skin tight, mini dress that showed all of her best assets. Not only was there not much dress to start with, but there were random cut outs that appeared as rips throughout that teased the senses. I imagined it would be a perfect outfit for clubbing in Germany, or here at a BDSM club.
Fuck, she looked good! I would have rather had Rose for dinner than the three-course menu I’d prepared. Except I was determined to have a nice meal and talk like two people on a date. Get to know each other a bit better before bending her to my will in the bedroom.
“Nice digs.” She stepped through the doorway, her eyes instantly appraising my place. “I should have known you’d have the penthouse.”
“Welcome. You’re just in time,” I said, changing direction. “Your table awaits, my lady. I hope you won’t be too cold in that, er, dress, to sit outside.” I grinned as I said it so she knew I meant no offense. I also had outdoor heaters and knew she’d be fine regardless, but the words were meant more for me to keep me grounded in our date and not what would come after which my cock reminded me of every time my eyes dropped down to her luscious ass.
“Fortunately for me, I know a big man with a lot of body heat.” She gave me a once over, making it clear she meant me.
“Touché. Now, let me escort you to your table, Madam.”
I wrapped my arm around hers and led her out to the patio. Placing a napkin on her lap, I tucked her in.
“I love the service you offer here, Mr… I’m sorry, what is your name again?” Her eyes twinkled with merriment, magnified by the wavering lights of the candelabra on the table.
“Dakos, Mr. Dakos, and welcome to Chez Dakos. I’m sure you’ll find the service and the food to be top tier.”
I wasn’t usually so playful, but without the pressure of being the boss, or the Dom, it was easy to relax in her presence.
Rose laughed, her entire face lighting with humor. She looked so young when she laughed. She was young, about a decade younger than me. What was I doing when I was her age? Oh yeah, right, building my life, my company, and spending time with my brothers. Not birth brothers mind you, but brothers in destiny, or choice or whatever the hell one called it. And one sister, let’s not forget Marissa who rounded us out perfectly.
I poured the wine just as the timer went off for the baked garlic prawns. I slid the sizzling skillet onto a plate and brought it out with a basket of pita bread and homemade tzatziki dip, my mom’s recipe.
Rose looked impressed with our first course. “Wow, what restaurant did you order this from?” she said as she chewed, oohing and aahing as she relished her first bite. I liked that she’d stacked the prawn and dip onto the pita bread and added a bit of the butter from the skillet. When she finally swallowed, her head dropped back like she’d had an orgasm. When she lifted it back up she speared me with a heady stare.
“The prawns are perfect, the dip is the best I’ve ever had and even the bread is as you said, top tier. I could stay here forever and eat that every day.” She sighed contentedly. “Or you could give me the name of the restaurant and I could order out when you come to my place for dinner,” she added with a wink.
“Sorry to disappoint, but if you want food from Chez Dakos then it is eat-in only.”
She looked startled. “You’re kidding me? Wow, You are certainly a keeper then, Mr. Dakos. Whoever you end up with will be one lucky lady.” She had an almost wistful look about her when she said that.
“Or guy,” I added. Her eyes widened and then she broke into peals of laughter. We both knew I wasn’t into men, but it was fun entertaining her.
“You looked like you were having a food orgasm. I take it you are a foodie?” I’d only recently heard that term from Erik’s woman, Raia.
“Oh yeah, feed me and make me orgasm every day and I’m yours for life.” Rose stopped chewing as her words echoed in the space between us. “Uh, I meant that as a generality. I wasn’t assuming you’d, uh. Never mind, there is no fixing this.”
She picked up her wine glass and tossed back its contents in one swallow and leaned back in her chair. “When in doubt, have a drink,” she murmured. Then sat up. “May I have a do over?”
I was enjoying this side of Rose, probably because she rarely exhibited uncertainty.
“By all means.”
I plated a few prawns, butter, a spoonful of tzatziki and two triangles of pita for myself and ate while Rose did her do over, which wasn’t any better than her first try. She redirected by asking me a question.
“Can I ask? How did you meet Mari?”
“At the frat house back in our college days. Jared, you may have heard him referred to as Master Loki at the club, bugged Erik, also known as Master Thor, who runs all three of the clubs, to host a dungeon night. At this point, Erik had discovered that he could pay for college by hosting private parties. Once a month, he’d put on a huge party with a theme. Of course Jared, our resident sadist, wanted a BDSM-themed party and that’s when we met Marissa. She came dressed from head to toe in a leather catsuit with thigh-high boots waving a whip.”
“Seriously? That woman is something else, isn’t she?”
“We certainly thought so. Hold that thought while I plate our second course.”
I placed a bowl of Greek salad on the table and added a large scoop onto Rose’s plate.
“Now where were we?”
She already had a forkful of salad on its way to her mouth when I asked the question but paused to say, “The whip-wielding Domme.”
“Right. So Jared immediately introduced himself to her. Somehow she talked Jared into being her submissive for the night. So of course, we loved her right away.”
Rose laughed. “I can just see it. She has a way of getting what she wants.”
“That she does. She showed up to every party and as we got to know her, she just became one of us. She just fits in with all us badass Doms.”
“Badass, huh?”
I smirked but didn’t reply.
“And what about Colin and Lincoln? They are younger, so how did that come about?”
“Declan, or Master Odin, was the president of our frat. His family comes from some serious money and his grandfather, and father both sat on the board of admissions. Anyway, as our resident leader, he had the final say in who could join, and Colin, Master Vidar, is his little brother, so it goes without saying.”
“And Lincoln?”
“Master Váli, and Master Colin have been attached at the hip since grade school. How those two met I don’t know, but I’m glad they did, because Lincoln is brilliant at coding and has designed systems for me NASA would be envious of.”
I topped up our wine glasses and removed our appetizer plates, returning with seafood souvlaki skewers, roasted potatoes and rice, and more greens drizzled in a béchamel sauce.
“Remember what I said earlier?” Rose asked. Her eyes were large as she gazed at the feast in front of her. “I take back my take back and will say once again, feed me, never leave me, and make me come and you can have whatever the hell you want.”
I liked where this was going. At this rate she would be agreeing to allow me to track her every movement without complaint. “Anything? I may take you up on that.”
She blushed but remained silent. Instead, went back to moans of pleasure as she ate her meal. “Are there other things you can cook or only Greek?”
“The Greek I learned from my mother, but most of my cooking I learned at Erik’s side from his parents when I’d go home for holidays from college with him.” Shit, why did I share that? The last thing I wanted was to rehash my parents being taken from me at an impressionable age. But Rose seemed to pick up on my sudden unease and didn’t ask me anything more about my cooking experience.
“Erik is the one with Raia, correct?”
“Yes, they met when Dottie brought her to the club for a job interview. Erik was smitten right away but played it cool for a while, telling himself he was training her as a sub as she was a completely blank slate when it came to the lifestyle. The other couple in the group is Noah, Master Baldor, and Shelby.”
“Mmm, I’ve heard about them from Mari. He’s a Daddy and she is his Middle.”
“Exactly right. Man does she have him wrapped around her teen-grunge finger.”
Rose laughed. “Who knew you were funny? I heard he’s really good looking.”
A frisson of irritation moved through me. Why the hell would Mari tell her that? Not that he was available for someone like Rose, who I was sure didn’t have a Little, or Middle, bone in her body.
“If you’re into pretty boys.” She winked at me like she knew her comment pissed me off.
Why that little hoyden! I’d get her back. “He’s a lucky man, Shelby comes from nothing and made a name for herself as a gamer online. She’s one of the top five in the world and has wealth independent of Noah. At least he knows she’s not with him for the money and lifestyle he can provide.”
I picked up my glass and held it aloft. “Cheers to independent women.” I clinked hers while she gave me a dirty look.
“Now, tell me how you met Mari.”
Once again digging into her dinner, Rose explained how Mari was staying in the hotel where Rose worked.
“When she came off the elevator, every head in the lobby turned her way, including mine and I’m not even bi-sexual. She asked me where she could purchase a cock cage and the rest is history.”
We both laughed at that. I poured us more wine. “To Mari,” I toasted.
“To Mari,” she repeated, tapping her glass against mine.
“Your turn. Let’s hear about your tribe.”
Rose swirled her wine, looking thoughtful.
“I don’t have a tribe, not in the way you do. I have associates and acquaintances from all around the globe. My world was contrived of people and places and accomplishments. As a kid, we were always moving, my father being in the military and my mother dying when I was young, but I’m sure you knew that already.”
I nodded my head.
“My father taught me to lean on myself and have a work ethic. Being a dependable person is what moved me through the ranks pretty quickly. No request ever seemed too outrageous for me to attain.”
She gave me a lot in that simple statement. No one close enough to matter beyond Mari. A world that had shown her both the dignified the disgraceful side of people. She was so unbound by the reservations that those who have never traveled often suffered from. There was a big wide world out there and Rose knew it. Saw and experienced it. In that, she was refreshing.
“You don’t say. What was the most shocking request you received? Clearly it wasn’t where to purchase a cock cage.”
Rose giggled. “No. That was relatively clean. When I was working in Germany, one of our guests, a certain ambassador, was in need of a surgeon after a session of gerbiling. Luckily, I had a hard-earned list of available medical staff who catered to these types of things and I was able to handle things quickly and quietly.”
“He must have been grateful.”
“You’d think. But the next morning he did everything to avoid eye contact with me. He never even said thank you. Spending years in Europe helped me discover what type of people I liked and my kink, of course.”
“Oh? And how did that come about exactly?”
“I took a stroll on a beautiful day during a break. It was summer, and at that point, I’d spent twelve hour days inside watching others live their lives. I had to get out and smell the sweet air. There was a park close to the hotel that I headed for. There were many lovers holding hands, kissing and even having public sex and that grabbed my attention. Here, and in Canada, people seem to think expressing their intense desire for another in public is a bad thing, but over there it is normal. Anyway, this couple was under a blanket so I couldn’t see, but I could hear. I imagined them without the blanket and then it hit me. Public displays got me super hot.”
Time to show this foreign bird just how dirty things could get between us. Standing, I tugged her to her feet and against my chest. Her eyes held a question that I answered when my lips descended on her earlobe.
I nipped the soft flesh and ran my tongue along her carotid artery. Rose groaned, dropping her head back to give me greater access to her neck. Sucking on the tender flesh, I left my marks on her throat. “Are you a naughty girl, Rose?”
“Yes,” she said with a sigh, “very naughty, I need to be taught a lesson.”
I gripped her lobe between my teeth once more and clamped down, causing her to freeze. I released and sucked on the spot I’d bitten until her moans turned into needy cries. I tugged her dress over her hips, happy to see she wore no panties.
“What is this? So wet for me already.” A sudden need to see her naked had me removing her dress and tossing it onto the chair. She wore no bra, this woman came prepared. I wanted her to feel the thrill of being caught naked and pleasured.
Taking her by the hand, I led her to the edge of the deck. “Put your foot on the railing, Rose.” Behind her, I ran my hands down her front, massaging and squeezing her fine breasts. She lay her head back against my chest allowing me full access to her body. Rose ground her ass against my hard cock.
Her nipples were ripe for plucking and I twisted them between my fingers.
“Mmm. Yesss,” she hissed.
“Open your eyes, Rose.” She blinked them open. “The world is watching your nipples get tortured. Show them how much you’re enjoying it, my dirty girl.”
Rose moaned and spread her legs. Reaching back, she tucked her hands behind my neck, her breasts lifting beautifully. I ran a hand down her belly, gently swiping across her slick folds.
“Oh, please,” she begged.
“Please what, Rose? Do you want me to make your body sing, and allow you to soar?” I clamped down on the shell of her ear while my fingers skated over her swollen nub. She writhed against me, making my cock painfully hard.
I dipped in a finger and slowly fucked her with it. “Is this what you want? To have your sexy pussy filled?” I slowly fucked her with my finger, not giving her enough to set her free, but just enough to drive her madly toward the edge.
I swirled that same finger around her nub until I felt her tighten.
“No coming until I say.”
She knew this game and responded as I expected. “Yes, Master Heimdall.”
“Good girl.”
I released her breast and slid my hand to her ass, and what a fine ass it was. By far my favorite feature even though all of her was sheer perfection.
I slid my finger through her slick dew and up to her tight rosette. Now she had a finger in each hole, and I rubbed the thin membrane wall that separated the two entrances. Rose nearly collapsed in my arms. A loud groan emanated from her tiny frame.
I pulled both fingers out and gave her succulent ass a smack. The spank was meant to be a reset. But she loved it and jutted her ass out, inviting me to deliver more. I obliged, bringing my hand down on her cool skin several times until it shone pink in the reflection of the twinkle lights.
I plunged my finger back inside her ass, and the other inside her needy pussy. “Do you want to come for your Master?”
“Yes! Please, Master Heimdall, please let me come!”
I fucked her hard and fast from both ends and within seconds her walls spasmed, milking my fingers tightly as she fell apart under the starry night sky. It was time to take this party inside.