For His Desire(12)

Elena took a seat as he indicated and he sat in the chair next to her. He was carrying a briefcase which he now set upon his lap and opened, withdrawing a pile of paperwork.



“If we’re to continue,” Michael said, “we need to come to an agreement. I’m going to outline what I need. You may do the same. Please feel free to ask questions.”



“Okay,” Elena agreed, feeling a bit nervous. She had never had such a frank discussion about expectations within a relationship.



“I am a man who likes to be in control,” Michael said. “I’m sure that has already been obvious to you. It extends to my personal relationships as well. I have to have that measure of control in order to be satisfied.”



“Understood,” Elena said. Even though Michael had not made an overtly sexual statement, she still felt a rush of arousal from his words. Her desire to touch him became strong and she physically sat on her hands to prevent herself from reaching out to him. If he noticed, he did not say, though she doubted it escaped his attention. Nothing seemed to escape his attention.



“We’ll start with the matter of dress. So far you’ve done well dressing to please me. From now on, though, I’ll be choosing all of your non-work clothing. Also, I very much enjoy specific, feminine lingerie. I have made a list of the colors and styles for you. You have the choice of going to the stories yourself to pick out the clothes or Mrs. Patterson will take your sizes and fetch you the clothing.”



“Mrs. Patterson?” Elena asked, though that was just one of the many questions floating about in her brain about their exchange.



“My housekeeper,” Michael said. “She answered the door earlier.”



“Oh, yes,” Elena said. Why had that been her first question? He wanted to dress her?



Elena was intrigued by the idea but she also knew Michael wasn’t finished. He did have a list of items to discuss with her and she wasn’t sure what she wanted or needed from their relationship.



“I don’t expect an answer today,” Michael said. “You can think about it and decide.”



“Okay,” Elena agreed. “What else is on your list?”



“Aside from dressing you, I would like control over your personal grooming. Your hair is beautiful and I like the color. I would like you to keep it as it is for now. As for your pussy, though, you will keep it shaven. Aesthetically I enjoy it that way, but I also prefer the smoothness for when I decide to lick your cunt.”



Elena was certain that her face was bright red now. He was talking with the same even tone as he had been discussing business matters, but Elena felt herself growing soaked.



He could have stopped there and she would have agreed, but Michael was not finished. “In return for giving up control to me, I will be very generous with you. As long as we are in a relationship, I will not be with anyone else and I expect the same of you. I like lavish dinners and taking trips and I will give you the world, Elena. But rest assured that I can be challenging and demanding. Do you understand what I am asking of you?”



Elena nodded. “Yes, I believe so.”



“And what are your thoughts?” Michael asked. “I’ll always want to know what’s on your mind, Elena. I don’t want to feel like you’re holding anything back from me. If you give me what I need, I’ll make sure you’ll never want for anything.”



Elena bit her lip, not exactly sure what to say. Even though she identified with what he was laying out for her, she was still embarrassed to admit that she wanted it. “I’m curious,” she said finally. Something about being with Michael always left her less than articulate and she had a sense it had a lot to do with the moisture in her cunt.

“I’m curious about your hands,” Michael replied. “Are they numb?”



Elena pulled them out from beneath her, noting that they were cold and numb, but she left them to rest on her lap. “A little,” she admitted, smiling at him. “I just needed to. Sometimes I have trouble with impulse control.” She felt herself redden as though she were admitting something that might make Michael turn around and run away.



“I understand,” he said. “Better than you might think. I can help you with that.”



“What makes you think I need help?” Elena responded. “I’m responsible for myself.”



“I know,” Michael said. “But you can turn some of that responsibility over to me. The sexual thrill is great – phenomenal, even – but the real rush for me is in the control.”