Truth truly is stranger than fiction. With every word, every gesture, she sunk herself deeper and deeper. It was as if she’d been made just for me. Her every action was designed to feed my wants, my needs.
She was a born submissive, though I doubt she even knew what that was, it just came naturally to her. And I needed to dominate, to possess completely, regardless of society’s hang-ups.
Those bells were going off in my head again and I wanted nothing more than to reach across the table and drag her mouth to mine.
Better think of something else here Callan, something other than pulling her around to your side of the booth and running your hand up under her skirt. Maybe I’ll try that later, after I’d staked my claim. I can’t wait.
“Tomorrow I’ll pick you up around nine, we have a long day so dress comfortably.”
She looked down at the too tight top she wore over the knee length skirt. I’m sure she found them lacking, for me it was just something else that I would take care of. She was like a blank canvas, unmolded clay, and I can’t wait to get my hands on her.
It was a wonder that I could sit there so patiently, when all I really wanted was to lock her away somewhere for the next five or six hours and bury myself so deep in her that she forgot where she ended and I begun.
All in due time; I had a lot to do as well, now that I’d found her. My one last stumbling block was getting her away from Marion.
I knew that the trip to L.A. and Europe would take care of that temporarily, but it wasn’t in me to knowingly leave her at the mercy of someone who bore her no true love.
Although she knew nothing of my intentions, she was mine; mine to protect and shield from everyone and everything.
I hadn’t come up with a way to do it yet though. I didn’t necessarily want her living on her own in the city, but neither could I just move her in with me right away; or could I? we’ll see how it goes. Either way, I wanted her where I could get to her whenever I wanted to, and her present arrangements were not ideal for that.
“Are you finished with your lunch Kitten?” shit, I hadn’t meant to call her that, not yet anyway.
“Why did you call me that?” What should I tell her? that she was my pet, that already in my mind I was her master and she was my little kitty? Yeah right! She’d think you’d lost your fucking mind, which you very well might have.
“It’s your hair, it reminds me of this tabby cat I once owned as a child.” At least that much was true.
The answer seemed to please her; then again everything seemed to. I had the sudden hope that she would never change, that all the fuss of the upcoming weeks and her entrée into the limelight wouldn’t change one iota about her. What was I thinking? It was up to me to see that it didn’t, and I was more than up to the job.
I hated like hell leaving her at the end of the day, but at least I’d made progress. She was so attuned to me already, to my touch, that when I ran my little experiment on the way out of the restaurant, she’d fallen nicely into my trap. I’d purposely kept my hand away from the small of her back.
I didn’t miss the way she looked for it, or the crestfallen look on her face when she noticed I had it stuffed in my pants pocket.
Phase one was well on the way; and when I kissed her forehead right before the elevator doors opened on her floor, she was almost a puddle at my feet. “I’ll see you later sweetheart.”
The stunned but pleased look on her face as she looked back through the closing doors was all the evidence I needed.
I smiled all the way to my office, before work beckoned. I had to clear some things so that I could devote the next couple of weeks to her training. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it, I would have free reign during the day when I was following her from one appointment to the next, but the nights were going to be a problem.
I cleared my mind, or tried to as I looked over spreadsheets and proposals. I’d studied engineering in school because of my love of cars and racing, and anything that had to do with them. But because I knew the old man had designated me as his heir apparent from birth, I’d minored in business.
Over the years he’d kept me in the loop whether I wanted to be or not. I’d been guilted into more board meetings than I cared to count, when all I’d wanted was to be behind the wheel.
I’d lived fast and hard in my thirty-one years and didn’t regret a one of them; but now it looked like my life was moving onto phase two.
I was deep in concentration going over the numbers for the last quarter when the phone rang and I answered it absentmindedly. “Yes?”
“Uh sir, there seems to be some sort of disturbance on the eighth floor. Ms. Jones has asked that you appear immediately.”