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and the food was an unruly inmate. Was
he always that hard? After finishing his inspection, he waved them
away as if they were trash then smiled up at me.
    “Do you always treat people like that?” I
caught myself leaning across the table and closer to him, almost as
if he willed me.
    “You have to be hard in business. Conquer or
be conquered. I chose to conquer.” He took off his glasses and
snatched the paper holding my notes off the table.
    “Let’s see, do I ever wear costumes?”
    He looked over at me and rolled his eyes. I
melted under his stare and slumped in the chair.
    “Sit up,” he demanded. I did. “I hate when
people think we automatically all dress-up as gimps and such. No
offense if it’s your thing, but I have not or will not wear a pair
of leather pants or silly Halloween costume.”
    I fisted the piece of paper he was holding in
my hand. “Those are mine.”
    I pulled on the papers, causing them to rip.
He balled them up and threw the papers across the room. “Now, ask
what is on your mind and not some silly prewritten questions. I
want to know what you’re thinking.”
    “Finish the story about your first time.” I
nervously laughed. “You didn’t do your brother did you?” My skin
heated up as the blood drained from my face.
    “How did you know?” He couldn’t even finish
his sentence for laughing.
    “Lucky guess.” I tapped my fingers over his
hands. I liked the playful Sir.
    Inhaling a sharp intake of air, he tilted his
head as his eyes closed. I could almost feel the current coming off
his body. “I had hung there for well over half an hour and can
still hear the click of her heels as she approached. My jaw
instantly clenched as each step got closer.”
    “Did you know who she was?”
    “No. I had no idea. I trusted my brother
though, but it still didn’t keep my hands from fisting to reveal my
palms had moistened. My pulse skyrocketed. I’d never felt more
alive. I felt her body within inches of mine, then her nose tap
against my cheek. I thought she was going to kiss me, but she
softly licked my lips instead. I was no virgin, but my cock had
never been harder. It ached. I started begging her to touch it. She
clicked her tongue in a very scolding tone, and scraped a pair of
long nails across my chest as she started unbuttoning my shirt. She
worked toward the band on my pants. Her finger barely grazed the
head of my dick when she started to work back up my chest again.
Then she was gone.”
    I realized I had started drawing circles on
my thigh with the tip of my finger. I blushed and thanked the good
Lord we were alone when I noticed my skirt was gaping open by my
involuntarily spread legs.
    “Music suddenly filled the room.” His eyes
remained closed. “I couldn’t see or move, but damn, I could feel. I
felt amazing. She started trailing something soft over my body. I
was suddenly aware of every nerve ending I had. This time she
worked back down over my chest and to my waistband. She popped the
button and released my dick. I was about to come and she hadn’t
even touched me yet. Her naked body skimmed over mine as she
dropped to her knees. She did these little circular motions over
the head of my cock with her tongue. I was a non-responsive,
quivering wreck.”
    I moaned causing his eyes to pop open. His
lips lifted into a sinister smile when he saw how I was sprawled
out in my chair.
    “I think you get the idea,” he said and bit
his lip.
    I was sure it was to keep from laughing at me
as I sat adjusting my clothes in some sort of presentable
fashion.
    “Any more questions?” he asked.
    “You only want this? No vanilla?”
    “Yes, Mrs. Webb. Don’t you? In BDSM, you’re
free to be yourself sexually. This is, I need a woman to be
submissive. I love to dominate. It makes me feel like a true
protector and nurturer. The way a man should be.” Sir never shifted
his eyes from mine. It was his Dom glare. Cold. Hard. Sexy as all
get-out. I cracked, picked up the glass