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panties. Dinner sounds great. I ll be outside waiting.
Chapter Fourteen
Cole leaned over and blew out the candles on the dining room table. He d forgotten he d lit
them over an hour ago when she d texted him she would soon be on her way. The salad looked
limp in its wooden bowl. At least he hadn't cooked the steaks yet.
He glanced again at his watch, irritated she was late. Not just a little late. Two hours late.
And this wasn t the first time. In the three weeks they d been dating, she d arrived twice at least
thirty minutes late at restaurants, and missed one dinner altogether, calling him belatedly to say
she d been caught up in a team meeting or some project or other and hadn t realized the time.
He d excused her each time, aware she was a busy executive, and not only that, but was still
shorthanded, as they d yet to hire Gary s replacement. He poured himself a second glass of red
wine and carried it with him out to the terrace. It was nine o clock on a Wednesday.
They d seen a lot of each other since they d met, the romance going at full tilt. The sex
remained fantastic. She was easily the loveliest, most sensual and passionate woman he had ever
been with. It was hard sometimes, very hard, to restrain himself from moving too far too fast
when it came to D/s.
They had talked about it at some length, one night staying up until four in the morning. She
was fascinated, she told him, with the D/s lifestyle, one she admitted she hadn't properly
understood before they d met. He d given her several links to websites that were informative and
honest. She d done her homework, and more, telling him with wide eyes about the blogs she d
found.
There was one, she calls herself Slave Anna. She writes this kind of live journal, tracking
her submissive experience with a man she just refers to as Sir. She writes beautifully, and while
I have to admit some of the stuff they do kind of freaks me out, I find myself getting really
turned on and intrigued by the whole experience. I mean, I never thought of myself as a
masochist or whatever, but the way she writes makes me want to experience it too the kiss of
the whip, the searing pleasure of the cane& . Elizabeth had trailed off, shivering, her eyes
shining, thrilling Cole with possibility for their own fledgling D/s connection.
She was open to each advance, but he knew sometimes she was scared too. The last thing he
wanted was to scare her away. In such a short time, she d come to mean too much to him to risk
that. He closed his eyes, remembering the first time he d tied her slender wrists to the wrought-
iron frame of his bed, turned-on by the wide-eyed look of fear and lust at war on her face.
She d asked him to tie her down Just to see, she had said. He d only secured her wrists,
not sure she was ready to be properly bound and spread for him, but she d responded ardently,
bucking and moaning against him when he d entered her, her pussy gripping him like a velvet
vise.
I want more, she had whispered late one night as they were drifting off to sleep. I want
you to take me to that amazing place Slave Anna seems to have found.
Did she really understand what she was asking? He wanted nothing more than to take her to
that place the submissive headspace she was referring to, where pleasure and pain truly lost
their meaning as separate sensations, where to serve was to be served and to submit was to exalt.
It had long been his dream to find a woman he could take to such heights, but it didn t happen
overnight. Was she really ready for that kind of commitment?
He hadn't seen her last night. She d been working late, as usual, and he hadn't pressed the
issue. He didn t want to suffocate her and he appreciated it was wise to slow things down.
Infatuation had a way of burning fast and furious, and then fizzling to a disappointing end. He d
much rather stoke the slow embers of love.
Love.
He hadn't told her he loved her, though he d wanted to. Nor had she said it to him. He sipped
his wine, wondering, not for the first time, what exactly he was doing and where he thought he
was going with this relationship, if that s even what it was. She was nearly ten years his junior,
and she d never been married. She seemed wedded to her work a classic workaholic, using that
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