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bedroom. Once they got inside Natron’s entry hall, he unbuckled his pants and let them slide to the floor. He picked her up and pressed her against the wall. “Lock your legs around my waist.”
    She encircled him with her thighs, and his erection pulsed hard against her mound. He re-adjusted, then in one swift move, sheathed his cock inside her slick welcoming walls. He pushed himself deep into her, captured her mouth, and they danced the dance he’d been fantasizing about all night.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Natron fiddled with the cuffs of his sleeves.
    He wore a navy, pin-striped Hugo Boss suit with a lavender shirt and a grey tie flecked with small blue squares. It wasn’t often that he dressed up, but when he did, he made sure he was styled to the hilt. A four-carat diamond stud adorned his left ear and his dress shoes had been shined to perfection.
    Butterflies zipped around in his stomach as his car pulled up to Carmen’s loft. Being nervous before a game was normal; being nervous before a date was not. On the playing field, the nerves gave him an edge. He hoped they would benefit him in some way with Carmen, but he wasn’t sure how; this was foreign territory for him.
    Over the last couple of weeks he’d been on dates with several women besides Carmen and he’d been bored to tears. He found himself sitting across from a supermodel and missing most of what she said because his mind was on Carmen. He found himself wondering what she was doing, who she was out with, what she would think of the food he was eating…
    Unable to get her off his mind, he’d made a decision. He would ask her to be his submissive. After all, what was the point of dating if not to find the right partner for yourself? Thinking he may have found that person in Carmen, he decided to ask her out for a special dinner. It was important he spoil her, show her the kind of life that would be possible if she were to agree to his proposal.
    Walking up to her door, he wondered if he’d be able to follow through with it. He was great with the superficial bullshit, but opening himself up like this was more difficult.
    He rapped on her door with heavy knuckles.
    Carmen opened the door wearing a simple, but elegant blue dress. The hem came just above her knee, showing off her shapely legs to great advantage. Though the neckline was modest, he could still see the top of her cleavage poking out the top. She looked gorgeous, and he wondered how he’d make it through dinner. He’d hardened at the very sight of her.
    “Hi,” she said shyly.
    “Hey, girl. You look great.” he said, pulling her into a bear hug and inconspicuously readjusting his trousers so she wouldn’t feel his excitement against her leg.
    He opened the car door for her and her face beamed at the chivalrous gesture. On the way to the restaurant, they made small talk and discovered they liked the same type of music.
    Natron had chosen a hot new steakhouse owned by one of the Food Network’s celebrity chefs. The hostess recognized him and seated them quickly. He appreciated her avoiding the typical scene with autograph seekers and people wanting to take a selfie with him. Grateful for the opportunity to sit and enjoy a meal in public without too much distraction, he palmed the hostess a fifty for seating them in a secluded section of the restaurant.
    Natron chose to sit with his back to the room, leaving Carmen to face the curious eyes of the other dining patrons.
    He ordered a bottle of cabernet sauvignon, Jordan, which was one of his favorites, and they fell into a comfortable silence as they looked over their menus.
    After a few minutes, Carmen said, “Natron, people are looking at us.” She squirmed in her chair, clearly uncomfortable being part of a circus attraction.
    “That’s okay, baby. It’s when they stop looking we should be worried,” he chuckled.
    She shifted in her chair, clearly uncomfortable. And while he didn’t want her to be ill at ease, there was something