Page 14 of Baby Girl

Erik paid for the food, and we walked to the outside seating area. Watching him walk was hypnotic. He had a very mechanical walk, as if he were programmed to do it. He stood very erect, and moved his arms a little bit, but not too much. He looked straight ahead, but his eyes were attentive to all of the things around him. I enjoyed watching him walk. I daydreamed about watching him walk the length of the parking lot.

The area was a patio outside, that was surrounded by a stone fence, and trees, open to the outside and sky. A sidewalk separated the seating are from the parking lot. As we picked out table and I began to sit, he pulled my chair out from the table for me.

“Thank you,” I said. He nodded at me and sat down. As he sat down, he placed the receipt for the food at the center of the table. I noticed that he had folded it into a neat square.

“What do you want to talk about?” I asked. I felt stupid again, immediately after I asked the question. I felt it was kind of sophomoric of me.

“Your choice, Kelli,”

I thought about what we could discuss. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to eat and fuck. I didn’t even want to eat, I just wanted to fuck. I wanted to show Erik what I was able to do, sexually, and hopefully blow his mind. Making him happy and pleasing him more than he had ever been pleased was at the forefront of my list of things to accomplish today. I decided there was a subject we could talk about, if he would. I decided to try again.

“What about that long text you sent me, the one with all of the sexual questions? What was all of that about? More psycho-babble stuff?

“Well, let me ask you this, first, Kelli. How did reading the questions make you feel, as a whole?” he responded.

I thought about how to respond. I didn’t want him to think I was some weirdo, but I did want him to know I was a sexual freak. I decided to be totally honest, and let him know what I thought, and how they made me feel, and have him decide what was wrong with me.

“Every one of them turned me on. They made me think, and they made me horny. I answered ‘turn on’ to all of them, mentally. And, the more I thought about them, the more I wanted you to be with me, so we could be doing all of those things,” I answered as I crossed my legs.

I thought about it after I had responded, and realized that he didn’t say that he wanted to do those things, he was just trying to decide what type of person I was, probably sexually. I really needed to start thinking before I spoke.

“That is interesting, Kelli. Every one?” he asked, removing his hand from holding his chin, gesturing toward me with his open palm.

“Yes…every one of them, Erik. I do not know how you selected those questions, or what they may mean to you, but each one of them not only sounded exciting, but they also made me very comfortable with what you might want me to do. Are all of them a turn on or a turn off for you?”

I decided to try to use his name more when I spoke to him, he did it to me all the time, completing sentences with my name, or preceding a thought or a sentence with my name. I liked it. I liked it a lot. So, maybe if I did it to him, he would like it as much as I did. I crossed my legs the other direction as I waited for his answer.

“They’re all a turn on for me, Kelli, especially if they’re a turn on for you. Contrary to what you or anyone for that matter thinks about Dominant males, I am probably different than that common stereotype. I want, ultimately, to please you. Making you happy makes me happy,” he paused, took a breath and started speaking again.

“The thought of disappointing you makes me uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable.

Additionally, the thought of making you uncomfortable sexually, or in any way, for that matter, makes me feel terrible. The one advantage I have over many men is this, I have a great understanding of human nature; I know, for the most part, what it is that you want, need, and desire. Maybe more so than you do,” the waiter walked up, and Erik stopped speaking.

“Water, tea?” the waiter asked. I raised my hand and mouthed the word water to the waiter.

As the waiter walked away, I started talking, “So, pleasing me makes you happy? You want to….” In mid-sentence Erik interrupted me.

“Kelli, stop. Stop speaking. Lean over here. Come here, Kelli,” he said as he leaned to the middle of the table.

I leaned forward, wondering what I had done wrong. I hoped that I did not make him mad, that I did not disappoint him, or make him uneasy with my answers or my questions. When I got to the middle of the table, he moved my hair to the side, and spoke into my ear. As he did his breath went into my ear, and made me shiver. When he did this, it made me feel weak, and instantly made me want him…

“Who, Kelli, owns you? Right now, right here, who owns you?” he asked.

I felt a lump in my throat as I started to answer. I opened my mouth to answer, but the words came out as a whisper and a squeak.

“You….you do. You do, sir,” the words were barely audible.

“Kelli, who owns you?”

As he asked again, he took the finger from his free hand, and started sliding it back and forth across my right nipple. I felt as if I was being shocked. Oh my God, what was he doing to me? Whatever it was I loved it. I felt like I was going to vomit I was so excited. This was a degree of feelings that I had never felt before. He had me more excited by whispering these things in my ear than I had ever been actually being with a guy. He made me feel better sexually, by whispering things to me…these things, than any other man made me feel by actually touching my flesh.

“You do, Erik. I am yours. You own me,” I leaned my head to one side, and looked up into his steel blue eyes as I answered.

I no more than made eye contact, and he slid his hand from beside my face, and holding my hair, to the base of my neck. Cradling my neck in his hand, he squeezed my neck in his hand, and turned my head back to where it was. Continuing to hold my neck in his hand, he began to talk again, whispering into my ear lightly.

“That’s a good girl. Yes, I do. I own you. You’re making me proud of you with your answers, Kelli,” he responded. His mouth was almost to touch my ear. His warm breath against my ear and neck made me shiver again. Although it was 80 degrees out, I could feel goose bumps rise on my arms and legs.

“Now, Kelli, what are you going to do when I ask you to do something? Something sexual? What are you going to do?” he asked.