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She had worn a flowery dress for him that ended just above the knee. Her hair was pulled back in a French twist which accented her slender white neck. The bodice was cut deep, revealing just a touch of her curved breasts. His eyes admired her up-tilted breasts and slim hips. The belt around her waist accentuated its smallness. Her fingers fluttered nervously at her throat. “Please come in, Victor."
He brushed against her body as he entered the house. Suddenly he stopped and leaned over to kiss her possessively. A thrill swept through her body, even as she fought for her composure.
She furrowed her brows in confusion as he just as quickly turned his back and walked into her home. How could he do that to her and just walk away? He was cruel and heartless to do that to her heart. Was he just playing with her? He didn't even appear to be emotional in the slightest as he picked up and admired her family pictures on her oak entertainment center.
She frowned as she wiped the kiss from her mouth. She shut the door quietly behind her and turned to address him. Behind her carefully untroubled expression, her mind was hard at work. It was circling, questioning everything tonight. Why was she feeling so confused? “I made lasagna for dinner. I hope you like Italian."
"I love lasagna. Is this you?” He held up a picture of her on her grandparents’ farm. She was bent in her blue jeans feeding her grandparents’ cattle. Her grandpa was there at her side cutting the bale wire on the hay, as she spread it with the pitch fork.
She reached out for the photo, brushing his fingers with hers as she did so. “Yes, that was me—probably from about ten years ago. That other man was my grandpa. I spent a lot of time on their farm in Georgia."
"You were just as hot back then, huh?"
"I guess—I was a lot younger then. My body was perkier, and yeah—probably even prettier back then."
"I think you are more beautiful now. Did I mention that I like older women?” He snaked his arm around her waist, puling her body against his hard body.
One smooth arched brow lifted in cynical mockery. Her insides melted with that one look. What was she allowing him to do to her? Turning her on hot and cold like that? He couldn't just turn her on and then say no more when he wanted it to end. It was giving her false hope that there could be something still, when in actuality, there was no hope. Not really. Not for any kind of relationship. It was obvious he didn't want her anymore; the sad fact was that she would settle for any part of him that she could get. Even if it was just physical. She just wanted him. What was wrong with her? Sacrificing everything she was for a man?
She pushed out of his arms, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you saying I am old?"
"No, Denise. Not at all.” He looked at her speculatively. “Is something bothering you tonight?"
She wanted to hit him. After he had said it was over today? That it couldn't possibly continue? Now he had the gall to ask her if something was wrong? “No. Nothing at all,” she gritted out.
This wasn't going to turn into a fight where she broke into tears and became overly emotional. It would never come to that, she promised herself. She would be strong, and let him go with dignity. She could keep her pride that way. Her heart dropped in her chest. All she could ask herself was why? Why would he do this? They were good together.
It would break her heart to do it, but she had to be strong.
"I know better than to take that at face value. What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"When a woman says nothing—it really means something and if you don't find out what, the conversation will usually end with her saying fine. Which doesn't mean things are fine at all. Just shut the hell up because I am finished talking with you. So I expect you to talk to me about this."
All of her frustration was flummoxed by his reasoning. Denise couldn't help it, she burst out laughing. He smiled in answer, making her feel much more at ease.
"Now, are you going to tell me what's wrong or am I going to have to torture it out of you?” His smile was smug as a ca that just got into the cream. They would both enjoy his torture, she was sure of it.
"Well if you insist, you could torture it out of me..."
"Now that is an attitude that I can live with.” He pulled her to him once again, locking her in his strong embrace, nuzzling his face in her hair. “But you and I should not have anything between us when we are in the bedroom. When I have you tied up and naked, is not the time to have a misunderstanding."
"I just don't want to talk about it now—Okay?"
"How can you be so strong all the time and yet you run from me the first time the discussion start to get serious?"
"I am not running!” Suddenly she pulled out of his arms. She folded her arms and turned her back to him. Tears were clouding her vision. She fought to hold them back. She wouldn't cry if she could help it. “I just don't want to lose this. Okay? I feel like you are the best thing that ever happened to me Victor. I never felt so alive and so excited with a man before you."
She sighed in resignation as the first tear fell down her cheeks. Unfortunately, once the first one fell, the tears came out in a torrent, streaming down her face. She couldn't wipe them away fast enough. “I just can't believe it is over."
"Over? What are you talking about, Denise?"
"Isn't that what this is all about? You said it was over. Isn't that why we are here?"
"I thought we were here to have dinner."
"But you said it can't continue. That it was over.” She was wide-eyed and distraught with the volcano of emotions that were tearing at her heart. Her blue eyes were bright with the tears that threatened to begin again.
"Ah, I see now. You thought I had meant that our relationship could not continue at all?"
"Well, isn't that what you had said? Because that is what I heard."
"I said that we could not do this at work anymore. I didn't mean to end what we have."
"You mean you were not telling me it was over?"
"I find our relationship very special. I don't want to lose it any more than you do."
/> "Really?"
"Mmmm-hmmm. It was all a big misunderstanding."
A sigh of relief escaped her chest. “Thank goodness, Victor! I can't believe how stupid I acted. I am sorry Victor. The thought of losing you—You don't know what it did to me. It was tearing me up inside."
"Actually I was thinking of the exact opposite thing. Tonight, I had panned on giving this to you after dinner, but now seems to be a better time.” Victor pulled out a black strip of leather from his pocket. On closer inspection, Denise noted that it was a black leather collar, with tiny silver letters on the collar.
"Is that for me?"
"Yes, and I hope you like it.” He extended the collar for her to examine, and she reached out and took it.
She studied the collar closer, and read the word Taken on the collar. It was nothing like she would have picked out for herself and yet it felt right coming from him. She wanted to be taken. “Thank you, Victor."
"Wearing a collar shows you have made your choice, and you belong to one Master. Will you wear it for me?"
"Absolutely, Master.” She held up her hair for him as he put the collar around her neck.
"Not just here, but next week I am holding a private party. I want you to come and I want you to wear your collar. Will you?"
"I—uh, but everyone will know."
"Everyone will know that you belong to me."
"I don't mind that. I am just wondering what will everyone think of me if they know how much I enjoy this?"
"They would respect you more for it. You don't have to answer now, just think about it. Let's enjoy dinner while it is still hot."
* * * *
"You don't know how many times I dre,amed about this."
"Kneel down” he said and she knelt down at his feet, a perfect model for feminine submission.
