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"Here," he said, "taste this. It's so good."
I took the bite-sized piece of dumpling off his fork and he smiled as I ate it. I closed my eyes it was so delicious, rich and savory. "That's so good!"
He smiled. "I love that face," he said, his voice a bit husky. "I bet it's like your orgasm face. At least, I hope so."
"Do you talk like this to all your submissives?"
"Like what?" He tried to act all innocent, but he knew exactly what I meant.
The cocktail waitress came by and he ordered another round of Anisovaya.
"So," he said, his voice soft and low. "Will you take me to your place tonight and let me fuck you and make you come at least twice?"
I forked a piece of Pelmeni. "I don't know if I can – tonight."
"But maybe some night? That's a step forward. Look, if you're unsure about sex, just let me come over and see your apartment at least. I'd love to see what your apartment looks like from the inside instead of just what your peephole looks like. Besides, if you make me stay outside, Mrs. Kropotkin might call the cops if she thinks I'm harassing you. You're an artist. I'd love to see your art. "
I couldn't help but smile a bit. "You want to come in and see my etchings?"
"I really do want to see your art. I want to know you, Kate. Your art is part of you."
"You don't need to see my art to be my Dom."
"Look, Kate, I promise I'll keep my hands to myself. If you change your mind and want to fuck me, you'll have to make the move."
I turned and looked directly in his eyes, searching for how truthful he was, but it was impossible to tell. All I had was Lara's word to go on – that he was absolutely trustworthy. But could I trust her?
After we finished the meal, he fed me some blini with whipped cream and fresh fruit mixed with some fruity Russian liqueur. He seemed to love feeding me and I told myself that this was great insight into what made him a Dom. He really enjoyed taking care of a woman's needs – all of them. Chivalry was not dead with Drake. Feeding – I remembered the movie 9 ½ Weeks when the male character fed her while she was blindfolded, trying to heighten her senses.
Drake made everything about control and sensation, as if his life was dedicated to it. I thought about him while he swirled the bit of crepe around in the sweet sauce before lifting the fork to my mouth, his eyes encouraging me to have more. He was a neurosurgeon. He dealt in brains – how they worked and what to do when they went wrong. Neurons, brain structures, neurological responses. He had an undergraduate degree in Clinical Psychology, and studied the mind and how it worked, the unconscious, emotions, personality. It made sense that he would be all about control and enhanced sensation. Maybe it fascinated him on that level.
I opened my mouth and let him feed me the crepe and it was so delicious, I closed my eyes and murmured my appreciation. When I opened them, I saw real pleasure in his eyes.
"I love it when you close your eyes like that," he said as he watched me chew. "But when I make you come, you'll keep your eyes open and focused on mine."
I swallowed hard at the thought. It wasn't just the idea of him making me come, it was how certain he was that he would, and that certainty aroused me, my body warming, my flesh swelling. He was so sure of his ability. If he could make me this aroused just feeding me crepes and talking, what would it be like if we were alone and naked? My legs felt weak and I was glad to be sitting down.
Was I that woman – the woman who was so easily controlled by a dominant man? Who got off on being controlled - on giving over complete control to a man?
"What's going on in that too-intelligent mind of yours?"
I frowned. "Why am I too intelligent? You said you didn't like stupid women…"
He laughed and shook his head. "I should have said too active mind. Sometimes very intelligent women over-think certain things – like sex and pleasure. You have a very responsive body, Kate. You should just free yourself to feel."
"Women are always wet, you know," I said, irritated that he was so certain about me. "You're a doctor. You should know that from your Gynecology rotation."
"Not
that wet." He gave me that half-grin that was more of a smirk. "Don't be embarrassed. I was hard as a rock so we're even."
He was hard as rock. And like Lara said, hung. I recalled the feel of him pressed against my belly and how excited I felt knowing he was as aroused as I was. How I wanted him inside of me. While Big was too big for me, I figured Drake would fit.
"You seem so certain of yourself."
"You like that I'm so certain of myself." His grin grew wider and he forked another piece of crepe, picking up some whipped cream and fruit. "If I wasn't, what kind of Dom would I be?" He held the fork up once more and I opened my mouth. "You have to believe that I'm dominant for this to work. If you doubt my ability to take control over you, you'll never be able to yield power. That's key."
"So this is an act to convince me you're able to take control?"
